On the other side.
Fifty nautical miles away from the cargo ship Hoffa was on.
A frigatebird hovered in the air above their heads with the help of the incoming breeze. It then glided to the side and flew away in a half-circle.
A huge warship floated on the sea. It was more than two hundred meters long, thirty meters wide, and ten meters deep. The turrets stood tall like tall buildings. The white smoke emitted from three steam turbines and twelve boilers covered the ship in an ominous white fog.
The Scharnhorst.
A German cruiser that had once sunk a British aircraft carrier.
If it was a normal day, the deck would be buzzing with activity at this time of the day. They would be cleaning the floor, reloading, repairing, and even playing cards and drinking. But now, the deck of the German Empire's top warship, the Scharnhorst, was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
A few soldiers on duty stood at the entrance of the turret with guns in their hands. They looked nervous. What made the soldiers on the deck so helpless was the fact that they were facing five imperial adepts in black robes, as well as a notorious man sitting in the middle of the adepts.
A man in military uniform was sitting in a chair in the middle of the five black-robed wizards, reading a newspaper. His skin was reddish-brown and as lean as the handle of a whip. His shoulders, hands, and neck showed strips of muscle. His polished leather boots looked unreal under the soft and hazy sunlight. The face under the reflective sunglasses was indifferent and frozen. His blue uniform was spotless, and the creases were like blades.
It was the German Gestapo Colonel, Muller Manse.
The people he threw into the concentration camp were said to be enough to fill the entire Red Sea.
These visitors had not said much since they stepped onto the deck, but the thick aura of death in the air made these ordinary naval soldiers feel like they were a broken ship in the middle of the ocean. They could be murdered at any time.
A soldier on duty felt his butt itch, but he was too embarrassed to reach out and scratch it. So he secretly pressed his butt against a protruding nut on the metal wall behind him and slowly rubbed it.
One of the black-robed wizards saw his action and narrowed his eyes.
The soldier awkwardly stopped rubbing.
"Where's Dominic? Why hasn't he come out yet?"
The black-robed wizard asked coldly. "We've been waiting here for three hours. How much longer do you want us to wait?"
The soldier who was rubbing his butt squeezed out a smile. "I'm sorry, the major is busy now. It's not convenient for him to see anyone. Please wait a little longer."
The black-robed wizard sneered. "Half an hour ago, you said the same thing. Half an hour ago, you said the same thing."
The soldier: "…"
Colonel Manse, who was reading the newspaper, smiled and said, "Calm down, Aldo. Major Dominic is very busy. "
The soldier looked relieved.
The black-robed man named Aldo said in annoyance, "Why do we have to inform Dominic when we come to Normandy to capture someone?"
Mance didn't even raise his head as he said calmly, "This is courtesy. We can't just barge into someone else's territory without even notifying them. Besides, even if we don't respect Dominic, we have to respect the lord behind him."
Heavy footsteps came from the deck.
........
A black-robed Magus said. The other black-robed Magi straightened their necks and restrained the impatience on their faces.
The door to the cabin on the deck was pushed open by a few soldiers.
A fat figure was carried out on a stretcher. His thick arm hung limply by the edge of the stretcher, fresh blood dripping from it.
"Is that … Dominic?"
One of the black-robed wizards asked.
"How is that possible?"
... Manse smiled and continued to flip through the newspaper.
A few soldiers carrying the stretcher walked to the side of the ship and lifted it as if it were trash. They threw the fat guy down. The unlucky guy fell off the ship like a rag doll and landed in the sea with a splash.
Soon, the sea churned. Countless black shark fins emerged from the murky water and swallowed the guy in the blink of an eye.
After throwing the body, the soldiers pushed the door open and returned to the cabin. The black-robed wizards turned around coldly, not paying much attention. Not long after, heavy footsteps came from the deck again.
"Are they here?"
The black-robed wizards' expressions turned serious again. Some of them even tidied up their robes.
This time, a two-meter-tall muscular man stumbled as he pushed open the cabin door. He covered his mouth and chest. The moment he stepped out, he fell heavily to the ground. His spine was protruding.
"This is …?"
The black-robed wizards were stunned.
"No."
.. Manse continued to shake his head.
The muscular man on the ground twitched. Fresh blood gushed out of his back and spread to the feet of the black-robed wizards in the blink of an eye.
A few soldiers followed him out of the cabin. They lifted the muscular man up and threw him into the sea like they had done with Fatso.
Under the influence of gravity, the man fell into the water with a splash.
The seawater boiled. Sharks danced wildly. In the blink of an eye, the two unknown guys were swallowed whole.
The black-robed wizards were silent.
At this moment, a young lieutenant pushed open the metal door and walked to the black-robed wizards. He bowed slightly.
"The major invites you in."
"Great."
. Manse smiled as he closed the newspaper. He crossed his legs and sat up from the chair on the deck.
The lieutenant led the group down the deck. The lights in the cabin flickered on Colonel Manse's face. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the steel machine with interest.
The discolored beige walls were speckled with rust that was still spreading. Every few meters, there was a battery-powered fluorescent lamp hanging down from the steel beam. It cast an ugly green light that was strong but uneven.
Not long after, they followed the young lieutenant to the bottom of the deck. It was a place that looked like a boxing ring.
In the middle of the ring, two men were fighting each other. One of the muscular men was holding the other man's spine and hitting his abdomen. The beaten man spat out a sticky red substance. The thick smell of blood floated in the air. It was as if they were in a slaughterhouse.
Soon, one of the men was no match for the other. He was pressed to the ground and smashed to death.
He stood up and looked at the people who had entered the ring. He stretched his neck and walked towards them.
The black-robed wizards snickered in disdain. "How embarrassing. Is he a wizard or a boxer?"
But soon, their laughter disappeared as the man approached.
This was a man with a shocking appearance. He was three meters tall and covered in wounds. His body was extremely muscular. Just one look at him was enough to make people afraid.
"Hey, Ethan. Long time no see."
Colonel Manse looked up and greeted the man in front of him.
"Manse."
The man's voice rumbled like thunder. The soldier beside him helped him take off his gloves and handed him a cup of milky white milk.
The glass was as big as a normal person's head. He took it and drank it in one gulp. The blood in his hand left a bright red palm print on the milky white cup.
Manse said, "You're in a good mood. I heard that you've cleaned up most of the allied transport ships in this area. Lord Grindelwald should be satisfied."
"Yes."
Dominic snorted coldly. "More milk."
The soldier standing at the side poured a large amount of milky white liquid into his washbasin-sized cup.
He looked up and drank it in one gulp.
After drinking the milk, the half-giant asked, "What are you doing here? Is there not enough work in Paris, or is the Wizard Association too free?"
"Neither, my friend. I've run away from an important source of information recently. Chloe Lemour, the descendant of the alchemist Nick Lemour. She's in your jurisdiction now. "
"And?"
"And?" Manse asked back. "Aren't you going to do something?"
Dominic smiled and finally focused his eyes on Manse's face. "If you want to catch her, just do it. You don't have to report to me, Colonel."
He purposely emphasized the word "Colonel" and then turned around. "More milk."
(The soldier brought over a bigger jar.)
Manse said, "If you can, you can take it as a kind request."
He looked up and drank the milk in one gulp. "Don't you have a lot of wizards under you? Just let them do it for you. Are they so useless that they can't even catch a woman? "
The sarcasm caused a commotion among the black-robed wizards under Manse. Some even took a step forward and pulled out their wands.
Manse didn't care about Dominic's sarcasm. He laughed and raised his hand to stop the commotion.
"Her magic is a bit slippery. Once it's activated, it's hard to stop. You're also a famous wizard killer. Almost no wizard can escape from you. So, I want to ask for your help."
"Then what's the reward?"
Manse said, "Let me tell you a story, Major."
Dominic adjusted his gloves and didn't look up. "Go ahead."
"During the Battle of Cape St. Vincent in 1797, my grandfather once saw a super sail warship in Spain, the Saint Trinidad. It was the only four-decked warship in Spain. It was equipped with 140 cannons.
At the time, it was the best warship in the world. No one knew it would lose. Unfortunately, in less than ten years, it was defeated at sea by the British HMS Victory and never recovered from that setback.
When my father was young, he worked for the Vulcan Shipyard. At the time, the Far East Qing government ordered two warships from my father's shipyard, the Dingyuan and the Zhenyuan.
It had a displacement of 7,000 tons and an armor thickness of 12 to 14 inches. It was mainly armed with four 12-inch cannons. It was the largest warship in the Far East at the time. It was in the limelight for a while.
But in less than ten years, it was sunk in the Yellow Sea by an unknown Japanese navy. "
He finished slowly. Dominic's face had already turned very ugly. "What are you trying to say, Colonel?"
"What I want to say is that the fate of people is actually the same as these ships. Today, you can be in the limelight, tomorrow, you can fall and die. No one knows what the future will be like. "
He said sincerely, "But God's mercy occasionally gives us mortals a chance to peek into the mysteries of the heavens. This chance is now in front of you and me, Ethan. As long as you can capture Chloe Lemour, I can share the chance to peek into the future with you. "
There was a moment of silence.
Dominic sneered. "I understand."
"What do you understand?"
"I understand. That's why you, as a Muggle, can tempt so many Adepts to serve you. Is that right? "
Manse's face changed slightly, but he still said calmly, "I promised to see the future. Yes, but this is not bewitchment."
"Not interested. Please go back."
Dominic stood up and waved his hand.
"Next!"
The soldiers standing on the side immediately pulled open the iron cage in the arena. Two more burly men were escorted out.
Dominic stretched his muscular neck and jumped high into the boxing arena.
Manse's face darkened for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal. He stepped forward and leaned against the fence of the arena.
"I heard that in 1928, you defeated ten Faceless Gargoyles, and in 1935, you killed three Luxemburg Giants by yourself. In 1939, you killed thirty-six members of the British Violet Wizard Regiment and were accepted by Grindelwald as a disciple. Since then, you've been known as the Wizard Killer, right?"
Dominic said, "What do you want to say? Hurry up."
"The former Giant Destroyer and Wizard Killer. Now, you're here fighting some normal Muggles. Don't you feel bored?!"
Boom!
A Muggle was sent flying. He broke through the fence and crashed into the iron wall, turning into a pile of meat paste.
Blood splattered on the faces of the black-robed men. They suppressed their fear and stood still on the spot.
Dominic walked slowly to Manse. At this moment, his already tall figure seemed even taller, almost blocking all the light.
"Don't tell me what to do, Manse. If you don't want to, you can play with me. If you have fun, maybe I'll help you find Lemour. "
"No, I don't want to die."
Manse spread his hands calmly. "However, as a reward, I can introduce you to a better opponent."
"No one in this sea is my match."
"It's like this. Miss Lemour has a guard. He's also a student of the Grindelwald. You should have heard of him. "
"Who are you talking about?"
"Hoffa Bach.
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