"Which flavor do you like?"
The ice cream shop owner asked.
This should be a sunny street. The bright light shone on the snow-white table, making it sparkle.
"What flavors?"
Hoffa leaned over the table behind the ice cream shop, full of excitement.
"There are two flavors."
The owner stood beside a large bucket on the left side of the bar counter and pressed the switch. A light blue and white ice cream swirled out from the opening. "This one is mint and vanilla. It will make you drunk, invigorate you, and fill you with passion for life!"
Smack.
The boss put the ice cream in front of Huo Fa and turned around to another big bucket behind the counter. He pressed the switch, and a red ice cream swirled out of the machine. "This one is strawberry and rum. Although it's not as exciting as the previous one, it can let you find a lasting warmth and sweetness in the hot summer that won't go away for a long time."
The two ice creams, one red and one blue, were placed on the snow-white table and pushed over. The owner asked, "Which one do you want?"
"This …"
Hoffa hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand. "Aiya, only a child would choose. I want both."
The owner shook his head. "No, our shop only sells one flavor. Each person can only choose one."
"Mm …"
"Mm …"
"Mm …"
Hoffa was very conflicted. He chewed on his fingernails and looked at the two different ice creams in front of him. After thinking for a long time, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the blue and white mint and vanilla. "Forget it, I still want this one."
"Are you sure?"
The owner pointed at the blue and white ice cream and asked with a smile.
"This …"
Hoffa stared at the red ice cream for a long time and hesitated for a long time. In the end, he moved his eyes away and gritted his teeth. "Forget it, I want this one."
The owner pushed the blue and white ice cream to him, then threw the red ice cream into the trash can.
"What are you doing!" Hoffa shouted. "Don't give it to me!"
"It's not that I don't want it, it's that you don't want it."
The boss shrugged. "Let's go. We're closed for the day."
Hoffa held the blue and white ice cream in his hand and left in a depressed and perplexed manner. However, looking at the ice cream in his hand, his mood improved again. He licked it happily. The moment it entered his mouth, it was as if he was kissing a peerless beauty. Every pore on his body opened up comfortably.
"Ah ~"
He licked the blue and white ice cream in his hand with a smile on his face, and as he did so, he suddenly felt like the red ice cream that he hadn't chosen should be quite tasty as well.
After some thought, he began to run back to the shop again, wanting to ask the shop owner if he could try that flavor of ice cream for himself.
If he really couldn't do it, he could take it out of the trash can and lick it …
But as soon as he walked back, the brilliant sunlight disappeared, and the surroundings were enveloped in a red color that couldn't be dissolved. The air was like flesh that had been cut open.
When he returned to the ice cream shop, the originally clean and bright bar counter was now covered in dark red veins. Dark red blood and unknown human tissue hung from every corner of the wall, as if they were organs that had been diseased.
The ice cream shop had completely turned into a slaughterhouse.
Countless flies buzzed in the air, and cockroaches crawled everywhere.
Hoffa was so frightened that the ice cream in his hand fell to the ground. He walked very slowly to where the trash can used to be. There was no red ice cream in the bucket, only a bloody human head.
"Ah!!"
.....
.....
The scream was drowned out by the sound of car horns.
Hoffa opened his eyes abruptly. He clutched his chest tightly, and his entire body was covered in cold sweat.
He was sitting in a bus, and the scenery outside the window flashed past. There were tall buildings everywhere, and the night was dark. The young man reflected in the glass had cold sweat on his forehead, and his golden eyes were filled with lingering fear.
After a while, he let go of his hand and took out a round glass ball from his chest. The monster in the glass ball was silently observing him.
It was another nightmare.
Damn it!
He stuffed the glass ball back into his chest, not wanting to say a word.
The God of Nightmares did not go back on his word. As long as he accidentally fell asleep, he would definitely have a nightmare. This was already the third nightmare he had accidentally had in the past few days.
There was a heavy weight on his shoulder.
He turned his head to look, and thick burgundy hair fell from his shoulder to his chest. He could hear the soft breathing under the red hair, and his heart calmed down a little. The nun was sleeping soundly beside him.
"Hehehe …"
A low chuckle came from beside him.
Hoffa pushed the head on his shoulder away, and unhappily stuck his head out. Under the dim yellow lights of the bus, a few little boys and girls sitting next to him were swinging their legs, looking at him and snickering.
"What are you laughing at!?"
Hoffa scolded them in a low voice.
The little girl looked at him, and made a shy hand gesture.
"You're so mischievous!"
Huo Fa reprimanded again, only to be met with even more grimaces.
He sat back down helplessly. The nun was already awake, and was rubbing her eyes and yawning. Seeing him sit down, she smiled and patted him on the shoulder, gesturing for him to relax.
At this time, the driver in front said, "Sir, we've arrived at the Tower Bridge of London. Do you want to get off at the Southern or Northern Districts?"
"Just get off at the bridge," Hoffa replied. "I'll walk the rest of the way myself."
“OK。”
The driver stepped on the brakes, and the bus slowly came to a stop on the bridge between the two towers. Below the bridge was the surging River Thames. Not far away on the river, the British warship "Belfast" was still anchored. The warship was brightly lit.
It had been a week since they killed the Manse. Without any opponents to stop them, he only took a few days to send Chloe to their destination, London, England.
However, in order to keep it a secret, he did not use any magic. Instead, he rented a bus and rode it to this place that he had not seen for more than a year.
After paying the driver, Hoffa got off the bus with the nun and the group of children. The group of children ran around excitedly as soon as they got off the bus. Everything they saw was new to them.
When a cargo ship passed by the Tower Bridge of London, the bottom of the bridge opened up, and they even exclaimed in Zizi.
The bus drove away, and Hoffa asked Chloe, "How can I contact Nicole Lemay?"
"I don't know. Delfina told me that if I return to London, someone will definitely come and pick me up."
Hoffa was speechless.
Chloe was quite natural. She stood on the Tower Bridge and looked at the buildings in the distance. "I haven't been back here for many years. Why don't you take me around?"
"Okay, then let's go."
Hoffa did not have any good ideas. He gathered the group of children and did not let them run around. Then, he took Chloe and the group of children for a aimless stroll around London.
London in 1943 was far from the future, where the streets were filled with luxury cars and branded shops. Perhaps it would still be the same ten years later. However, the great devastation brought about by the war had left the whole city in a bleak atmosphere.
However, as one of the largest cities in the world, its huge population was still not something a small city like Bournemouth could compare to. He could see countless scaffolding on the Big Ben in the distance, and there were black cars running past him. Most of the pedestrians were holding black umbrellas, looking numb and hurried. All the walls in sight were posted with recruitment notices. Only the occasional neon lights and pine branches on the roadside reminded Hoffa that Christmas was not far away.
However, these did not affect Chloe's mood. She put her hands behind her back and walked in front of Hoffa. She smiled and asked, "Where are you going next?"
"I'm not sure yet."
The people from the Ministry of Magic hadn't arrived yet. He didn't want to think about his future plans before he sent the nun away.
"Then do you have anything in particular that you want to do?" She turned around and walked shoulder to shoulder with Hoffa.
"Anything in particular?"
"Yes, like your future life, dreams, etc."
"Why are you asking this?"
"This war can't go on forever. When the war is over, you have to settle down. You can't always be floating around."
"Yes, I'll go back to Norber and continue to make alchemy weapons with him …" Hoffa said uncertainly.
"Do this for the rest of your life?"
"Hmm."
Hoffa scratched his head and did not comment.
But Chloe looked at him with a gaze that was not going to let him go. So he thought about it seriously and said, "Actually, I want to open a shop in the wizard market and sell all kinds of things."
"What kind of things?"
"Hmm … Magic potions, maybe."
Hoffa said his choice subconsciously. "What do you think?"
"That's great. When this war is over, I'll open a monastery, and you can open a potion shop next to mine. We can be neighbors then."
"Neighbors, huh? But my surname is not Wang. "
He muttered to himself.
"What did you say?" Chloe asked, puzzled.
"Nothing."
Hoffa was amused by the joke that only he knew. "I'm just saying nonsense."
"Oh, right."
Chloe suddenly stopped. When the two of them passed by a fountain in the Prancing Horse Square, she stopped him with a serious expression.
"What's wrong?" Hoffa was alarmed.
"You said that when we return to London, you'll tell me the reason. Can you tell me now?"
"Ahem … You still haven't forgotten …"
Hoffa coughed a few times, and countless words flashed through his mind. After thinking for a long time, he sorted out his thoughts and straightened his expression. "I have a very, very good friend …"
"Chloe!!"
A surprised exclamation interrupted the two of them.
Looking up, a group of men in muggle suits came out from behind a public phone booth in a row of apartments. A tall bald woman walked out from the crowd. She waved at the two of them excitedly.
"Look here!!"
It took Hoffa a while to recognize the bald woman. She was the Ministry of Magic employee who gave him the escort mission in France. She was Fatir's secretary, Delfina.
She wore a lace dress with a black frilly high collar. The dress might have been from the 19th century, but it looked inexplicably fashionable. Her waist was straight, and she was calm.
Then, an abnormally old man with a crooked back appeared behind the bald woman. He held a walking stick and looked at the incoming crowd with a smile.
The old man still had hair, but it was cut very short. Hoffa could see his brown scalp through his sparse white hair. When he smiled, he revealed two rows of teeth. Only two or three teeth were missing from the bottom and back.
However, what left the deepest impression on him was the old man's eyes. In his opinion, those eyes did not seem to have any traces of time. There was no turbid or spiritless feeling. Instead, they were as clear as a young man's.
Hoffa stopped chatting, and his expression became serious. Even if he did not say who it was, he knew who it was. Nicole Lemay, one of the most famous alchemists in history.
The bald woman, Delfina, supported the old man and quickly walked up to them. Standing in front of Hoffa and Chloe, she praised, "See, I told you it would be right to leave this matter to him, right?"
The old man ignored her. He looked at Chloe and opened his arms to hug her. However, Chloe took a step back and hid behind Hoffa. She said awkwardly, "Long time no see, Grandfather."
The inexplicable resistance made Nicole Lemay feel awkward. She withdrew her arms and extended her hand to Hoffa. "I've heard about you a long time ago. Thank you for your help. Thank you so much."
"Oh, you're welcome." Hoffa shook the hand that was as old as tree bark. "You're younger than I thought."
"You're taller and more handsome than I thought." Nicole Lemay held his hand with both hands.
Hoffa pursed his lips. He was too lazy to be polite. He let go of his hand and pushed Chloe out. "It's over. I don't want to bother you anymore. I don't have any after-sales service, so if something happens in the future, don't come looking for me."
"Of course … of course …"
"That's for sure."
Delfina and Nicole both laughed. Only Chloe lowered her head, her face pale.
Hoffa didn't want to stay here for too long. After all, Nicole Lemay would take care of Chloe. She was definitely more reliable than a temporary bodyguard like him. After all, he hadn't seen any benefits in the past six months. He had also spent a lot of effort fighting countless strange wizards and monsters. He had almost lost his life.
Hoffa felt that it was enough for him to do such a stupid thing once in his life.
As for what the current head of the Ministry of Magic, Fatir, would do with her abilities, he had a rough idea. However, he didn't want to participate, because he didn't want to see that man at all.
After pushing Chloe to Nicole Lemay's side, he planned to leave immediately. However, he had only taken two steps when a shout came from behind him.
"Wait a moment."
He looked back and saw Chloe politely greeting Nicole Lemay. She quickly ran to Hoffa's side and asked quickly, "Do you have a wish that you can't fulfill? Do you want me to fulfill it for you?"
After a pause, she continued, "Tell me. If I can do it, I'll definitely help you!"
"Ah …"
Hoffa put his hands behind his back and looked down at his shoelaces. His expression was a little gloomy. However, when he looked up, his face was full of smiles. "Actually, I don't. It's nice to meet you, Miss Lemay."
Chloe didn't smile. She stood in the cold air and looked at him seriously. "Is that it?"
Huo Fa glanced at the crowd behind her and sighed inwardly. He really wanted to hug her. He knew that Crowley definitely wouldn't refuse, but his impulse eventually turned into restraint. In the end, he only patted the nun's shoulder and said, "Go back."
"Then, goodbye, Mr. Bach."
"Goodbye."
She slowly walked back to the waiting group. Nicole Lemay took off her robe and put it on her. She held her shoulder and nodded at Hoffa. Hoffa also nodded back.
* Crack. *
There was a soft sound.
Nicole Lemay, Chloe, and the group of children turned into a wisp of smoke. Mirage had disappeared.
Only the bald woman was left, looking at him with a faint smile.
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