The two young vampires of the Cullen family had just mentioned Mike King Soprano in the lounge. After walking out of the lounge, Matthew saw the fat wizard standing at the end of the corridor.
Considering his identity, Matthew Cullen made up his mind to ignore the fat wizard.
But Sir Friedman seems to think otherwise:
"If you are going to face an opponent who is much stronger than you, you must first let the opponent know that you respect him. In this way, even if there is no way to reach an agreement, you will have a high degree of confidence in getting out unscathed."
"Privately, you can quietly consider which type of curse to use on him without leaving traces. On the surface, you should hug like old friends."
"So now, say hello to him, cousin."
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Soprano is not alone.
Next to him stood a young wizard of similar stature, but slightly shorter and with no trim on his robe. It was Andrew Taylor from Quebec. This young wizard had ten fingers covered with colorful
Magic Ring, with a rebellious expression on his face, even when he looked at Sir Friedman, he didn't have much respect.
Compared with him, Soprano behaved much more cautiously.
"Good night, Mike." Sir Friedman nodded slightly and greeted the fat wizard who passed by.
"An, Sir." Soprano pulled the fat on his cheeks and said hello with the same effort.
Sir Friedman turned slightly sideways, and Matthew Cullen took a step forward, pressed his abdomen with one hand, and lowered his head slightly: "Merlin bless you, Your Excellency."
There was no expression on Soprano's face, he just nodded slightly.
Throughout the process, Andrew Taylor had been huddled in the shadow of the back corner, as if this would prevent others from seeing him. Others, including Soprano, did not disturb the wolf cub.
It wasn't until the figures of the two vampires disappeared behind the corner at the end of the corridor that the young werewolf quietly moved to Serprano's side.
"He must be planning something, sir." Andrew Taylor leaned into Soprano's ear at the right time and whispered in a low voice: "I could smell the strong Machiavellian scent of those two vampires from a distance.
"
Machiavelli is a famous dark wizard in the history of wizards, who is famous for his conspiracy and conspiracy.
The fat wizard waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Everyone always overestimates Machiavelli," he said with a sarcastic smile: "The reason why conspirators are conspirators is because they do not have enough strength to carry out conspiracy. If Sir Friedman exudes
It smells like Louis XIV, so I really need to worry a little bit."
"If you stay in this academy for a long time, you will realize that 'action and enterprising spirit can bring success, not blood'. Ancient inheritances come and go, and there are many adventures, but there are very few who actually take action."
"Look inside the castle."
"Those heirs of big families who hold their chins up and walk square steps like male ducks don't even know the difference between faith and honor."
"Look at those partners around us who are working hard."
"What else do you have to worry about?"
Andrew Taylor lowered his head obediently, listening to Soprano's education, and kept saying yes. It was as if he was hearing the wise words of life. On his wrist, a colorful Ouroboros tattoo quietly slid to the root of his thumb.
, with his head resting on his thumb, he seemed to be listening to the fat wizard's teachings.
After sighing, Soprano changed the topic: "Do you know why I called you here today?"
"At your command, Your Excellency." Andrew Taylor immediately replied respectfully, as if the words had been hidden in his throat for a long time, just waiting to come out for a walk.
The fat wizard gave a rare laugh:
"You don't look like a wolf, but like a hound with a wagging tail."
Andrew Taylor didn't look offended at all on his face. Instead, he replied solemnly: "Loyalty and protection are the precepts of the Taylor family. This is one of the reasons why we are regarded as heretics by other werewolf tribes."
Seprano nodded slightly.
"Very good," the fat wizard led him around the corner and entered a slightly sparsely decorated lounge. As he walked, he whispered: "In the past few days, the wandering wizard will be selling a batch in the wandering bar."
The flesh and blood of the descendants of those beings deep in the starry sky... Of course, as always, the origin of these things is not very legal."
As he spoke, Soprano pulled off the gray velvet covering a portrait on the wall.
"To be precise, those 'goods' flowed out from legal institutions." A slightly oily voice immediately came from behind the flannel: "The reason why the order established by the Wizards Union runs smoothly is because it can take into account the sunshine.
And shadows cast all over the place.”
The fat wizard tilted his head slightly toward the portrait: "Good night, Mr. Wandering Wizard."
"Good night, Hope of the Alpha Academy." The wandering wizard replied with a compliment, and then continued: "As I told you before, those flesh and blood are very good catalysts and bases for magic circles, and many uncommon magics
All branches will use them as main materials...even if you don't need it yourself, the elders of the fishman tribe will definitely be willing to spend a large sum of gold to buy it back from you."
Hearing this, Andrew Taylor, who had been hanging his hands behind him, felt a little enlightened and felt that he had grasped some of the background of this conversation.
The wandering wizard got a batch of contraband from somewhere and wanted to sell it to Seprano, or in other words, sell it to the fishman tribe of Linzhong Lake through Seprano at a high price - as we all know, Seprano is now
Controls the only channel for illegal trade with the fishman tribe.
But why did you call me here?
Seprano solved the doubts in his heart almost at the same time.
"His name is Andrew, Andrew Taylor, and he will be my representative at the secret auction at the Wandering Bar on Monday night." The fat wizard turned sideways and introduced the young werewolf behind him to the portrait on the wall, and at the same time explained to the portrait of the wandering wizard:
"The blood club has an important meeting on Monday night and I can't miss it."
"Very interesting." The wandering wizard pulled the brim of his hat and said hello to Andrew: "Taylor, Taylor, ah, are you the Taylor family of Edmonton, Middlesex?"
The corners of the young werewolf's mouth twitched.
Some people always confuse his surname with that of an ancient magical family in England.
"No, it's the Taylor family from Quebec, the Yuexia family." Andrew Taylor corrected him stiffly.
"Oh, Taylor of Quebec, yes, yes, the Taylor family is the janitor." As expected, the wandering wizard was so knowledgeable that he confirmed Andrew's background in a blink of an eye, and at the same time politely invited him: "Then Monday night at 8:30