1. Disembark.
The sky was as dark as the curtains of a theater. Drizzling rain continued to fall as the Charnhorst Warship swayed in the turbulent waves.
Hundreds of meters away from the dark clouds, there was a large eye as large as the hull of the ship.
"Heart Piercing Spell!"
A red light flashed and the sky within the glass bottle was dyed red.
Manse raised his head from the glass bottle and saw a man in a red robe waving his magic wand. Crimson, venomous curses wrapped tightly around a kneeling man in a black robe. The man in the black robe screamed in agony.
This was a wide, arched hall. Inside the hall, there were several maids in long robes that reached the ground and held pots. They looked very classical. Some of them held their breaths in concentration, while others turned their heads away.
Crimson-Robed Adept Kleist, who had come from the Adept's Association headquarters, placed the Charnhorst Battleship in a glass bottle and carried it with him everywhere he went. Meanwhile, Kleist had brought them to a hidden castle near the coast of England, where they searched for traces of Anker day and night.
Half a month had passed, and Anker was still nowhere to be seen. Kleist's patience was getting worse and worse. Every day, he would sit in the castle's hall and throw a tantrum. Every black-robed man who set out to search for Anker, only to return empty-handed, would be tortured by Kleist's Heart Piercing Spell.
"It's been a whole month, and you still haven't found him. You bunch of good-for-nothings!" Kleist waved his magic wand and mercilessly cursed the man on the ground.
Mance appeared rather calm as he looked at his subordinate who was being tortured to the point of twitching on the ground. Thanks to his years of secret missions, as well as the actions of the German government in searching for the Adepts' secret realms, Mance had long known of the existence of the Adepts, and also knew how terrifying the Heart-Drilling Curse was.
Three years ago, when he first saw the Heart Piercing Spell, the scale of it was even more terrifying than Kleist's rage.
At that time, he and his colleagues had been summoned to Berlin to carry out a secret mission. Before the mission, Grindelwald had chosen to use the Heart Piercing Spell to test their character.
* Bang! *
The door was pushed open.
"We've found Anker!"
A black-robed man barged in and anxiously shouted.
Everyone in the hall stood up. Kleist put away his wand and stepped over the black-robed wizard who had been tortured because of his failure. "Where is it?"
The black-robed man looked at his comrade who was still twitching on the ground and hesitated for a moment.
"I asked you a question, didn't you hear me?"
The red-robed Kleist was anxious and furious.
"I think it's better for you to come and take a look yourself."
The subordinate said.
The crowd filed out of the hall.
In the corridor, a few black-robed men walked over with fishing nets. The pungent smell of the sea in the air made the maids who were holding pots cover their noses.
In front of him was a man lying in a fishing net. His whole body was wet, and it was obvious that he had just been fished out of the sea. His skin was as pale as a corpse's, and his limbs were swollen like a cow that had been filled with water. Strange red hair grew out of every corner of his body. What was even stranger was that his eyes were open, and his pupils were constantly moving. There was an indescribable smile on his face.
Such a strange combination caused everyone to be shocked.
Manse walked in front of the fishing net. Although the changes were great, he could still recognize that the man lying on the ground was his former subordinate, Anker.
"This morning, my son found him in the shallow sea."
An old man in a gorgeous green robe holding a handkerchief walked out from the side of the black-robed men. He had slightly pointed ears, old and withered skin, and a left hand that was bent at a strange angle. "He's still breathing, so he shouldn't be dead."
Kleist immediately squatted down and pressed his hand on his son's neck. Then he took out his wand and tapped it on his head. But no matter what he did, Anker ignored him.
His hollow face maintained a constant smile, and his mouth kept repeating the same word. "More … more … more …"
Manse had never seen such a situation before. He lowered his voice and asked his subordinate, "What is this, a Yin corpse?"
"No, it doesn't look like one."
The subordinate shook his head. "The Yin corpse is controlled by someone, and it still has a human form. But Anker … Anker doesn't look like a human anymore. God knows what happened to him."
"He should be saved, right?"
Manse asked with concern.
"He's saved!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt as if he was hit by a speeding train. Anker's father, the red-robed Kleist, grabbed him by the neck and pressed him against the wall, trembling with anger.
"Do you think he's saved? You'll pay for this, little muggle! It was a simple capture mission, but you kept making mistakes, and even sacrificed the lives of wizards. "
The wand was pressed against Manse's head, and the surging magic in the air made his scalp tingle.
Manse didn't even have time to speak before his throat was sealed. At this time, his subordinate became a coward again. He didn't make a sound, and was as quiet as the pot-holding maids. They were all trying their best to erase their presence. Manse knew that even if the man in front of him killed him, he wouldn't pay any price.
Between life and death, the green-robed old man holding the handkerchief walked forward and grabbed Kleist's arm with his broken hand.
"Oh, Kleist, you're still as impatient as before. Don't worry, there must be a way. "The old man smiled and tried to smooth things over.
"A way? He's already a corpse. "
Kleist said angrily.
"A corpse can laugh? A corpse can talk? If he can laugh and talk, he's a normal person, right? "
The old man gave Maans a look. In the World of Sorcerers, due to years of constant war, the infiltration between countries had become deeper and deeper. On the surface, the old man in front of him was a famous British Sorcerer, but in reality, he had long since surrendered to Germany and became the Sorcerer's Association's secret pawn.
"He … He's not dead yet."
Manse used all his strength and said hoarsely under the red-robed man's iron palm.
"But he doesn't have a soul anymore!"
Kleist roared. "A wizard without a soul is no different from a dead person. He's just a beast under the control of instinct! A deformed monster that's worse than a vegetable! "
"I … I can … find his soul …"
Manse said with difficulty.
"What? You, a muggle who doesn't even know magic, what right do you have to say such big words? "
"I … Can you … Let go of me first?"
Manse's face turned red, and saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.
Kleist raised his hand and threw Manse to the ground like a broken sack. He kept coughing.
The old man in the green robe waved his hand, and a few maids came forward and helped Manse up from the ground.
After taking a few breaths, Manse pushed away the maids who were helping him and said with a pale face, "I can't, but Grindelwald can. I know him. His magic is unfathomable. "
As soon as he said this, the old man in the green robe's face changed. He frowned and quickly patted Manse's shoulder, hinting at something.
"Nonsense!" Kleist was furious. "Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Grindelwald had been cooped up in his Wizard Tower for almost a year now. No one has seen him in this period of time. "
"This mission was given to me by Grindelwald. He and I are very close." Manse stretched his neck. "If you want to save your son, you have no other choice but to trust me. Unless you have another way to save him. "
The surroundings quieted down, and all eyes were focused on the red-robed wizard.
Kleist's face was uncertain. In the end, he looked at Anker who was still smiling mysteriously on the ground. Anker was still smiling and muttering, "More … More …"
In the end, Kleist gave in. He gritted his teeth and said,
"Fine, I'll give you three days. After three days, you must at least let me see Grindelwald. Otherwise, I'll bury you with my son!"
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On the other side, at the edge of an unknown promontory.
Hoffa slowly woke up from his dream. He was once again on the deck of the lifeboat, in the exact same position he was in before he entered the dream. His head was pressed against the deck.
The castle had disappeared. The dark grassland and forbidden forest had also disappeared. His mind was clear as if he had just woken up from a dream. The cool sea current mixed with the bitter and salty taste of the sea breeze blew against his face. Hoffa had never felt that the real world was so beautiful. The precise laws of physics revealed by the bumpy sea current were so poetic and romantic.
Getting up, he saw the nun lying beside him. The sea breeze blew her hair. She sniffled and slowly opened her eyes. She was about to wake up.
Patter.
There was a soft sound behind him.
Hoffa quickly turned his head.
Less than twenty centimeters behind them, there was an unknown black object that was quickly crawling towards the sea from the side of the boat.
Seeing that it was about to swim into the sea, Hoffa's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. He rushed over from the boat like lightning and grabbed it before it sank into the sea. He forcefully pulled the half-submerged beast out of the water.
The creature crazily twisted in his hand, its tentacles flying towards Hoffa's face.
Magic surged, and the sea water in Hoffa's hand transformed into a crystal clear glass ball, firmly trapping the unknown creature inside.
Its tentacles crazily hit the glass, as if it was angry. But it was useless. The transformed glass ball was far tougher than normal glass.
Hoffa held the glass ball in his hand and carefully observed the creature that he had never seen before.
From the front, it did not have a face. There was only a cloud of chaotic black smoke floating in its skull. Below its skull, there were several dancing tentacles. This made him think of the most primitive fear in the deep sea of the dream, the fluttering tentacles and the sharp fangs.
Was this the little thing that brought the four of them an indescribable nightmare?
However, compared to the huge creature that he saw at the bottom of the dream, it was too small.
"What is that?"
Chloe also woke up. She asked worriedly.
"I'm not sure, but it's obviously a magical creature."
Hoffa held the glass ball and said in puzzlement, "It's strange, why would a magical creature appear in a place like this?"
"Shouldn't it be?"
"Of course, the appearance of magical creatures is always accompanied by a wizard or a wizard's secret realm. If it appeared in some unknown underwater ruins, or in some primitive wizard's island in the Pacific Ocean, then I can still believe it.
But here, the English Channel, this civilized waterway that has long been occupied by various forces, why would such a rare and strange creature appear? I really don't understand. "
"Hmm …"
Chloe thought for a while, "Could it be that someone deliberately placed it here to frame us?"
"That's possible, who have you offended?"
Hoffa asked.
"I've been in the monastery since I was young, and you've been running around outside all the time. Have you offended anyone?"
Hoffa thought for a while, there seemed to be too many to count. However, if someone really wanted to harm him, they wouldn't go to such lengths. This creature did not seem to be something that an ordinary person could possess.
After thinking for a while, he shook his head as he was clueless.
"Forget it, I'll keep this, maybe I can study it in the future." As he spoke, a barb grew from the glass ball, and he hung the glass ball on his waist, thinking that this was a strange gain.
"You have to be careful."
Chloe looked at him with some uneasiness as he kept the glass ball on his waist, and kept a distance from it, as if he was afraid that it would break through the glass ball and drag her into that terrifying nightmare again.
Hoffa nodded and covered the glass ball with a layer of steel. This time, even the tremors disappeared.
In the distance, he could vaguely see the coastline of England. The real English Channel was so narrow, and it was completely different from the boundless sea in his dream.
"What's the date today?"
Chloe asked.
Hoffa did not know, he could not determine the time, and could not determine his location. There were only birds flying around above his head, and many silver fish swimming across the surface of the water.
He caught a glimpse of the birds and silver fish, they were gathering on the surface of the water, probably eating. There was a rotten smell in the air, and Hoffa felt something, so he started the lifeboat and rowed towards the place where the birds were gathering.
When they reached the surface of the water, the birds flew up, and some even pooped in the air, as if trying to chase away the intruders.
"Damn it …"
Hoffa put up a shield, and then he saw something worse – the birds were eating a pale and swollen corpse. The corpse was rotting and swollen, and the cloak was undoubtedly the black of Nazi Germany.
When he flipped over the corpse, he could not help but sigh. Although his face and chest had been gnawed by the fishes and birds, one could still recognize that it was Aldo's corpse.
He was right, in the real world, he was already dead.
Thinking about the adventure in the nightmare, Hoffa silently covered his face with his palm. "Rest in peace."
After saying that, magic surged, and streams of water firmly imprisoned Aldo's corpse, turning it into a layer of ice coffin. The surface of the ice coffin changed again, becoming thick and heavy steel, and sank with Aldo's corpse to the bottom of the sea.
The nun stood beside him, and her fingers made a trinity on her chest and forehead. Her expression was also quite emotional, that man had helped them in the nightmare.
After doing all this, Hoffa said to the nun, "Aldo and Anker found us, which means that Muller Manse has been tracking us, and he must have found the people on the cargo ship. We have to get them back, otherwise, they will be taken to the concentration camp and die."
The nun was still looking at the sea with sorrow, but when she heard Hoffa's words, she was slightly stunned and looked at Hoffa in surprise.
"Don't look at me like that."
Hoffa waved his hand, "They were not going to come to England, but I forced them to. I have to be responsible for their safety. "
Chloe's eyes were bright, and she smiled happily. "Okay, so are we going back?" She pointed at the sea behind her.
"No."
Hoffa pouted at the coastline in the distance.
"Their giant warship can't stay at sea for too long, or it will be discovered by the English navy. If there are no accidents, those people will be on land, waiting for us to walk into their trap. "
"Then won't we be walking right into their trap if we go up like this?"
Chloe said worriedly.
"It's okay."
Hoffa put on the black metal gloves.
"I will find them, and then bring you all to London."
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