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Chapter 28 The Wizarding Society of North America (1)

Alfred was born in the eighteenth century. When he was young, he was just a child of a little Prussian nobleman, no different from other children.

Later one day, while he was playing hide-and-seek with other children, he accidentally fell into a tree hole, where he found a secret room. The surface of the secret room covered with dust and spider webs had been around for a long time. There were some bones, hair and some strange things in the secret room. Alfred found a wooden box in the corner of the wall. The little guy opened the box hard and saw some scrolls with strange patterns on it. There was a thick book at the bottom of the box, and an inverted five-pointed star was engraved on the reddish-brown leather surface.

When he opened the book, the little guy worked hard to read the words and sentences inside. From then on, Alfred entered a magical world of witchcraft. From then on, he studied and studied the knowledge in the book day and night, and the education of the nobles also made him know that he was learning shameless witchcraft. The witch hunting movement that lasted for two hundred years on the European continent also made him dare not speak out.

As he learned, he found that he actually had this talent, but his daily life made it impossible for him to practice it. Finally, the opportunity came, and a tuberculosis that swept across Europe took away the lives of his family. Due to the study of necrotic spells, his body functions began to mutate, and he was not affected by the virus.

After that, Alfred, who had nothing to stop, began a crazy experiment. He secretly dug out of the cemetery by him. He had been with the corpse and became thinner and thinner. His skin gradually lost its luster and his hair continued to fall off. Gradually, he became more and more like a living zombie.

As the experiment deepened, his pace of stealing corpses became faster and faster. Finally, the church pastor discovered an abnormality and informed him of the Holy See.

Fortunately, he discovered this in time and killed the priest who suspected him, and embarked on the road to escape. In order to avoid the pursuit of the church, he hid all the way day and night, away from the crowd, and finally secretly boarded a sailboat heading to the New World.

After the ordeal across the Atlantic Ocean, he finally set foot on the land of America. He found that this place was simply a paradise of witchcraft, and the power of the church was insignificant on this land. Before the damn monks and witch hunters of the Inquisition had even set foot here, he felt that he had come to heaven.

What was even more surprising was that he actually found like-minded comrades. During a corpse-stealing operation, he ran into a peer. Under the guidance of his peer, Alfred came to a wizard association, a huge and ancient organization that can be traced back to the first people who came to America. It is said that there were two of their founders on Mayflower.

As an outsider, Alfred impressed the association with his powerful necromancer spells, and they absorbed him into a member, and since then he became a member of the secret association Wizard Society. Over time, the association slowly recognized his loyalty and eventually made him the head of this important region of the central and northern United States.

Li opened his eyes and looked at the old mage who had lived for hundreds of years in front of him, and a cunning smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He really didn't expect that the guy John brought back by accident had such an identity. The deep hiddenness of this association and the long history was amazing. From the fact that FBI did not have information from this association, it can be seen that the top leaders of the US government were probably also penetrated by them. After all, as one of the earliest immigrants in the United States, and with the various secret methods of the wizards, Li Cai said that he did not enter the government's senior management.

The crystals obtained from the Skeleton Gang before seemed to be their work. In addition, they caught Alfred, and it seemed that they had a slight relationship with this organization. From Alfred's memory, this organization never negotiated with threatening organizations or individuals. Since that's the case, then let's start first.

Li pinched a magic trick with his left hand, and still grabbed Alfred's forehead with his right hand, and a white energy entered his head along his arm.

Under Lee's control, Alfred's memory changed. Although the wizard would mention him to the position of member of the Supreme Council, in fact, it was the three chief and deputy chiefs who planned to use this design to capture the Book of the Undead that led him into the magic world. And by chance, he heard two of the speakers secretly discussing to let him come to Chicago to die, so that when the association eliminated Zheng Yidao in the name of revenge, the Book of the Undead was justified to belong to the three old guys.

The cunning Lee did not completely change Alfred's memory, but just tampered with some of his suspicions and vague things, and took his thoughts farther and farther. As for how the wizards would really treat Alfred, okay, what's up to Li, anyway, they are also potential enemies, aren't it? The rest, it's up to Li's performance.

Alfred slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a young man with a black haired face, which made people feel good when they saw it.

"Hello, Mr. Alfred Muller." The young man's words surprised him.

"How did you know my full name? Who are you?" Alfred asked in a deep voice.

"My name is Steve Lee. As for your name, you may not believe it. A few nights ago, there was a talking crow who told me your name and the route he came. So, I can only send someone to ambush you this morning."

"You actually believe in a crow?"

Li smiled. When Alfred focused his concern on whether Li should believe a crow instead of questioning that the crow could speak, he knew that the old guy had taken the bait. It seemed that a technical mate, even if he lived for hundreds of years, was still so easy to cheat.

"Okay, to be honest, we are the target of your trip, so when the crow reveals all your detailed information to us, even if it is a lie, we should test it, right? And from the result, the crow is telling the truth, but what I wonder is who has such a great hatred with you and has to take your life so deliberately? Because the crow said that he must kill you as soon as possible when he sees you, otherwise you will release the plague that can kill people in the city. But from my observation, you are kind-hearted and a person with good cultivation and will not do such crazy things, right?" After saying this, Li himself kept complaining. If you dare not run around the street without masking at night, I believe that any ordinary person with a gun would be unable to help but shoot you.

But obviously this said, Alfred's heart was filled with his back. The old guy straightened his back and took out the behavior of the Prussian noble who had almost forgotten: "Yes, sir, you have a good vision. As a noble, you will not do such crazy things, but this unreasonable slander also made me very angry. I believe that it was done by a disgusting guy who covet my treasure. I am very glad that you did not trust him easily."

"Of course, a whistleblower who only dares to use crows to convey information is not enough to gain all my trust. But Mr. Muller, although we killed the Skeleton Gang, they took the initiative to attack us, and accidentally broke the soul container. We didn't know that it was yours beforehand."

"Oh, it's okay, it's just a trivial gadget. As for the Skeleton Help, they once did me a favor, and I gave them that gadget as thanks. Those garbage dared to provoke a powerful mage like you, and death is the best punishment for them. However, the gadget is quite solid, and I'm curious who can break it."

"There is no hurry to do that. You can tell from your conversation and behavior that you are a real aristocrat. Oh my God, how long has it been since I met a real aristocrat on this land of the United States? It's so rude to speak like this. I'm very sorry for breaking your clothes, but I asked someone to prepare a new piece for you. Look, why don't you take a shower and change your clothes first, and then we will continue the topic while sharing dinner?" Li gave in to the room next to him.

"Of course, as you wish, sir." Alfred felt that he had finally found someone who had a real common language. After watching Lee go out, he hurried to the clothes on the hanger next to him and picked up his clothes and changed it.
Chapter completed!
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