Hoffa was immersed in the spider's deliciousness, unable to extricate himself.
After savoring the taste for a while, he smacked his lips and said, "So, you don't want me to bring you out."
Miranda said, "I'm just suggesting that you don't place too much importance on winning or losing. Even if you can't beat him, it's not a big deal. "
"I will definitely win." Hoffa put down his fork and said lightly.
"Even if you have to pay the price?" Miranda asked.
"I've already paid the price," Hoffa replied.
Hearing this, Miranda's expression changed. She pursed her lips, leaned forward, and whispered hoarsely, "No, you haven't. You're not someone who has nothing. If you really meet him, I'm afraid … "
Ding ding dang dang.
The heavy sound of the door being pushed open interrupted Miranda's words.
It was the two wizards who had just entered the Lake Heart Tavern. One had a big beard, and the other was short.
"What bad luck, I didn't dare to sleep for three days straight, and kept my eyes open." A wizard with a big beard pushed the door open and complained loudly.
"Didn't you get the tranquilizer?" The short wizard beside him asked.
"Damn it, the wizards in Peru raised the price of green cocoa by three times. The tranquilizer is getting harder and harder to make." The big bearded wizard complained.
"What's the situation, why did they raise the price?"
The short wizard asked worriedly.
"They said that the wizards in charge of collecting were killed by the Sleepwalkers, and now no one is willing to do that job."
"Heavens …"
The short wizard groaned. "If this goes on, what can we do? Without raw materials, we probably can't even afford to drink coffee."
Hearing this, Miranda's expression changed. She took out a long roll of parchment and opened it. She hurriedly stood up. "Hoffa, although I want to accompany you, I have to work."
Hoffa wiped his mouth and stood up. "What work are you in charge of? Maybe I can help. "
Miranda handed the long roll of parchment to Hoffa.
"Look."
Hoffa took it and looked at it. It was a long list, densely packed with the prices of various goods. The units were all gold coins. The numbers representing the prices of the goods were constantly changing. Most of them were written in green ink, a few were written in yellow ink, and only one was written in red ink. It was the green cocoa mentioned by the two wizards.
"I'm responsible for maintaining the stability of the Magus market and coordinating the price."
Miranda said, "Green means that the price is stable, yellow means fluctuation, and red means abnormality. It may be extremely high or extremely low. Usually, something big has happened."
"Green cocoa? What is that?"
Hoffa asked.
Miranda pointed at the green bubbling drink beside Hoffa. Hoffa picked it up and took a sip.
It tasted like Muggle coffee, but it was sweeter and stronger. After drinking it, it felt like a gust of cold air rushed straight to his head, making him shiver.
Miranda said, "It's a kind of herbal raw material collected by the wizards in Peru. It's used as the main raw material for Magus coffee and some refreshing drugs.
Now, as long as you fall asleep, you will be invaded by beautiful dreams. If you don't want to get addicted, you have to have great willpower or not sleep at all. So, this batch of herbs is in great demand. "
After that, she took the parchment and walked out of the Floating Island Restaurant quickly. Hoffa quickly followed behind her and asked in shock, "You're in charge of coordinating such a big market?"
"Yes," Miranda answered with her nose.
"God, did Adebay give you this task?" Hoffa said sincerely. "That's amazing."
Miranda shook her head and boarded the return boat. She tapped it with her wand, and the boat swished back.
She sat at the front of the boat, holding the parchment in one hand and an old-fashioned Muggle pager in the other. She was constantly communicating with the person on the pager, probably asking about the specific reason for the crazy increase in the price of green cocoa. She kept switching between the people she was talking to, sometimes in English, sometimes in French, sometimes in German, and sometimes in a language that Hoffa couldn't understand at all.
He sat quietly at the back of the boat, looking at Miranda without blinking.
She was wearing glasses, a dark blue robe, and Martin boots. Her hair was neatly combed. She was clearly still a young girl on the outside, but the way she spoke and her demeanor made her seem like another Adebe Gorshak.
There was no doubt that the girl in front of him had completely grown up. She was no longer the dark girl from first grade, nor was she the rebellious girl from two years ago. Now, she was wearing a blue robe, her hair tied up behind her back. She was focused on the task at hand, looking unusually charming.
.....
After getting off the boat, she hurriedly led Hoffa to the stone arches they saw before. Miranda stopped when they reached one of the stone arches. There was a pile of large boxes next to the stone arches, and a few young wizards were standing next to the boxes. They looked anxious as they talked to each other.
"What happened?"
Miranda interrupted them.
"Miranda!!"
The wizards saw Miranda coming and immediately stepped forward. They said excitedly, "You're finally here. The wizards in Peru said that they want to raise the price of green cocoa by seven times," a short-haired wizard said anxiously. We don't know what to do. "
"It was just three times," Miranda said calmly.
"They said that three of the people they sent to collect the medicine died. Now, the supply channel is seriously blocked. They don't have anyone to deal with the problem. Everyone is panicking."
Miranda took out the parchment and looked at it. She frowned and thought for a moment. Then she said, "I'll deal with it myself. The three of you, don't supply to any shops or potion makers for the time being. Wait until I'm done with the things over there and coordinate with the people over there. Then I'll announce the price."
Then, Miranda gave a brief order. "Help me connect the flying network to Peru."
The few young adepts immediately found their backbone. They let out a sigh of relief and began to work in front of the stone arch. Soon, green flames began to burn within the stone arch.
Miranda stepped into the flames and said to Hoffa, "Do you want to help me?"
Hoffa quivered. "Of course!"
He walked into the green flames. Miranda grabbed his hand and said loudly, "Nazca Hummingbird Mountain."
The flames burned brightly and engulfed the two of them. Soon, they disappeared into the stone arches.
Rolling, shattering, whistling. Something deafening roared in Hoffa's ears. It was as if he was sucked into a huge socket. His body seemed to be spinning rapidly. In the green flames, he could see countless arches flashing by outside. They were probably transfer platforms built by other countries.
Then, suddenly, the spinning stopped. The green flames disappeared, and even the damp and cold underground lake disappeared. What replaced it was dry and hot sand blowing on Huo Fa's face.
He and Miranda stood on a sand-covered mountain peak. There was no green around them. There were only gray clouds and heavy air.
Halfway up the mountain, there was a small village. It should be the village where the Peruvian wizards lived. In the village, there were some houses made of branches and mud.
At the foot of the mountain, there was an endless brown desert and a huge hummingbird pattern about 300 meters long drawn on the ground.
The Nazca Line.
Seeing that, Hoffa realized that he had indeed left England and come to the other side of the world.
He stood on the mountain peak and thought that war was the best catalyst for invention. Ten minutes ago, he was having dinner underground in London. Ten minutes later, he was on the other side of the world, accompanying Miranda to solve the market problem. If this invention was sold to the Muggles, it would be worth tens of billions of dollars.
Then, Hoffa thought that if the dream had already extended to the other side of the world, wouldn't that mean that Silby's claws were all over the world? How far has his plan been completed? Will he really gather everyone's magic power as he thinks?
There was no answer to his confusion.
A group of people wrapped in linen rushed over from afar. There weren't many of them, only about a dozen or so people. There were both men and women, and all of them had tanned skin. They were tall and slender, and all of them looked miserable.
As they approached, the leader was an old man with a stick. He was speaking in an unintelligible language, and his expression was extremely agitated.
He seemed not only to be afraid, but also to be dissatisfied and angry with Miranda.
Miranda did not answer. She stood beside the old warlock and listened without saying a word. She listened to their needs and their anger. Occasionally, she would express comfort and understanding.
After venting for half an hour, the old Peruvian warlock finally calmed down and said in English, "Since you signed the agreement to protect us, then the monsters outside the plantation will be left to you. Is that okay?"
Miranda nodded. "Of course. Since we promised, we will naturally do it. Please send me a guide. I will take care of the rest myself."
Perhaps it was because Miranda's attitude was very appropriate, or perhaps it was because the old man was too emotional and regretful after venting his anger. He hesitated and said, "Hey, little girl Goshark, I'm not trying to nag you, but can you really do it? Those sleepwalkers have killed dozens of good men from the nearby tribes. Do you want to discuss with your grandfather and let him deal with it?"
"No need," Miranda said calmly. "Thank you for your concern." She patted Hoffa's chest. "See, I still have a bodyguard with me."
Hoffa immediately straightened his chest and grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.
However, it seemed that the Peruvian warlocks were not reassured by his smile. On the contrary, their frowns did not change at all. They talked to each other worriedly, and the air was filled with despair.
When the leading Peruvian warlock chose a young male guide from the crowd, the guy was very unhappy and almost cried. It was no different from going to the execution ground.
However, the chief's orders could not be disobeyed. With a sad face, he took Hoffa and left the mountain under coercion.
Hoffa whispered to Miranda, "Who is that old man? What agreement did you sign? "
Miranda replied, "That's the leader of the sober warlocks here, Inhanio. They signed an agreement with Adebe half a year ago. They are responsible for providing us with green cocoa, and we are responsible for protecting their reproduction and the safety of the transportation route."
She sighed slightly. "I should have noticed the abnormality earlier. It's been almost a day since the incident here. I just realized that the losses may be greater than expected."
"It's my fault," Hoffa said, ashamed. "I came at the wrong time."
Miranda smiled and nudged him, saying softly, "This is my job. I encounter problems every day. It's no big deal if you don't come."
.....
Soon, under the guidance of the young guide, they arrived at the green cocoa plantation.
The back of the mountain was different from the front of the mountain. There were several terraced fields on the road, and some crisscrossing canals and plantations. It looked like a paradise.
However, when they were about 500 meters away from the plantation, the road became chaotic. The ground was full of red trampling marks, and the trees were tilted. The air was filled with a sour smell and the smell of blood.
The guide did not dare to move forward. He kept muttering beside Miranda, sweat dripping down his forehead.
Miranda did not make things difficult for him. After a few words, she let him go. The guy felt as if he had been pardoned. He ran back to his people without looking back.
More than 100 meters behind them, the group of Peruvian wizards hid behind the tree stumps and fences. They stuck their heads out and did not dare to breathe.
Huo Fa found it strange. Ever since he returned to this world, he hadn't seen the Sleepwalkers do anything out of the ordinary. They were like logs of wood, wandering the streets and alleys. They were lifeless and posed no threat. Why were these wizards so fearful when they talked about the Sleepwalkers?
"Are the sleepwalkers that scary?" Hoffa asked.
"One sleepwalker is not scary. It's a group of them that are scary. It's like a drop of water is not scary. It's scary is a tsunami," Miranda replied.
As they walked forward, Miranda's words were confirmed.
On the hillside, there was a cliff. On the cliff, there was a temporary wall made of branches and stones.
At the bottom of the cliff, there was also a large group of those zombie-like guys he saw in Europe. There were thousands of them, densely packed like a tide.
Unlike the people in Europe, they did not wear iron cages. They were a group of South Americans. They crawled on the ground with all four limbs, tirelessly hitting the green fence. The fence made of twigs and vines was already on the verge of collapsing.
Beneath their feet, what should have been farmland and cocoa plantations had been trampled into a mess. It seemed that they had suffered serious losses.
Miranda rubbed her temples. "Because their consciousness is swallowed by the dream, they often do some unimaginable things under the influence of their instincts. These things are often very destructive. For example, they like to run to places with a lot of people. The more people there are, the more people there will be. In a few days, this place will probably be flooded by a sea of people. "
"So, we have to get rid of these guys so that the plantation can return to normal, right?"
"Of course." Miranda nodded. "Not only do we have to get rid of them, but we also have to completely hide their tracks. We can't let new sleepwalkers join them."
After a pause, Miranda asked Hoffa, "Do you have any good ideas? Any good ideas without bloodshed?"
"This …"
Hoffa seemed to be a little embarrassed. Ever since he got the power of time, he had always felt that there was no opponent in the world. This was indeed the case. However, he now discovered the limitations of the rules of time.
If it was a one-on-one battle, like the one between him and the Grindelwald, the power of time was almost invincible. In front of it, everything tended to be still and was at his mercy.
But in the face of a sea of ordinary people, Hoffa had no idea what the power of time could do.
Even if he slowed down time a hundred times, a thousand times, these guys would still swarm here and could not move. Even if he rewound time ten seconds, the scene was no different from ten seconds ago.
What should he do?
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