Count of Wizards

"Auntie, how do you sell this cake!" Auntie Sophia's Cake House in Kwame Commercial Street, North Loen District, a middle-aged man in a gray windbreaker and a very low top hat with gray temples pointed at the one on the counter. The biggest and most beautiful cake asks:

The chubby Aunt Sophia of the cake shop still had her trademark kind smile on her face, and said politely: "Sir, this cake only costs one shilling and five pence!"

The middle-aged man in the gray robe nodded, instead of wasting his saliva to bargain with the aunt for one penny and two pence, he took out two penny bills from his wallet and put them on the counter, and said to the aunt: 'Please wrap the cake for me! '

"Guest, don't worry, I will wrap it in the best cake box for you!" Seeing this middle-aged man, he was very generous and didn't open his mouth to bargain, making himself an extra three pennies. The smile on Aunt Sophia's face couldn't help but brighten , said with a smile in his mouth:

"Two shillings minus one penny and five shillings equals... seven pence!" Taking the cake out of the counter, putting it in a cake box and handing it over to the gray-robed middle-aged man, Aunt Sophia touched the two cakes carefully. After confirming that they are all real, Zhang put the one shilling bill into the box, and said to himself, and when the aunt had calculated the sevenpence, she turned around and prepared to hand over the change to the middle-aged gray-robed man who looked a little sad. When he was a man, he found that the man in gray robe and the cake he bought had already disappeared into his cake shop.

Walking on the wide street in the residential area, the man in gray robe paid attention to the children who were playing happily on the street. The cake boxes he was carrying all stopped playing and secretly looked at them with eager eyes. Looking at the beautifully packaged cake box exuding a rich cream aroma in my hand!

Seeing more and more children peeking at the cake box in his hand on the street, the gray-robed middle-aged man stopped in his tracks. He knew that the street he was on now was an ordinary residential area in the northern district of Ruen. It's not a complete slum like the southern district, but the people who live here are basically workers in the Loen factory or sailors who live by the sea, and the children in front of them are plainly dressed and usually have patches on their clothes. Undoubtedly they are the children of these people.

With the meager salary of three or four shillings per month for workers and sailors, there is no doubt that in a city like Ruen, where prices are extremely high, it is very luxurious to spend one shilling and five pence to buy a cake and eat it back.

"Want some cake? Then take it!"

Talking to himself in a low voice, the man who can run took the cake out of the box, and then saw him shaking his hand slightly. The big cake covered with cream and dried fruits was divided into more than ten pieces evenly in an instant. The anxious children flew out.

Seeing the cake coming towards them, green lights appeared in the eyes of these little guys. They immediately put down the toys in their hands, caught the cake and started to gobble up the big pieces.

Glancing over these delicious things, the little ones who don’t know how long they will be happy, the man in gray robe slightly shook his head and continued his journey. It's just a cake box. As for the cake, it doesn't matter if you give it away.

Walking into an empty alley, the man in gray robe squinted his eyes, glanced around, and after making sure that there was no one around him, he gently stroked the simple ring on his finger, four The black pills just appeared in his hand, holding the four black pills in his hand, the other hand of the gray-robed man tapped each black pill lightly, and followed With the movement of the man in gray robe, a little bit of blue light emerged from each black pill, and then the blue light disappeared again, returning to its original appearance.

Seeing that the four black pills were all activated by him very smoothly, the man in gray robe nodded, and put the four black pills very carefully into the cake box without cake. The man in the robe straightened his gray windbreaker, walked out of the alley to the Bruges tavern on the other side of the street.

"Hi sir, are you alone?" As soon as she entered the tavern, the young and energetic waitress greeted the gray-robed man on her own initiative:

He waved his hand and rejected the waiter's hospitality, and the gray-robed man walked straight to the private room area of ​​the tavern, and when he stopped at private room No. 17 and was about to walk in, he heard the sound of a gloomy voice;

"Private room No. 17 has been rented for a long time, please don't disturb me!"

Hearing the singing, the gray-robed man stopped pushing the door open, and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a tall, glamorous-looking man standing two meters away from his left at some point in time. There was a woman in a white palace skirt with a cold breath, and at this time this woman was commenting on herself coldly.

After a few glances with this cold woman, the gray-robed man shrugged, just reached out and put the cake box he was holding on the ground, then pointed to the cake box on the ground and said, "This is what he wants. , the time is a bit tight, so it is a bit unstable, if you have something with particularly strong energy in your ring, I suggest you not put this thing in the space ring, otherwise it depends on your luck!"

After talking about these gray-robed men, without any hesitation, they turned and left the tavern.

"Mr. Connor, I didn't expect you and I to meet in this situation. I changed into this damn skirt just to meet you!" Just as the gray-robed man was about to walk out of the tavern, his The voice of the cold woman came again, but this time the voice belonged to the sorcerer.

Hearing this unknown woman calling herself Mr. Connor, the gray-robed man immediately stopped at the door, and at this moment, the voice of the white-clothed woman rang again. :

"Nice to meet you, my name is Martina Conti, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable about disguise, I didn't even recognize you..."

Just when the woman who called herself Martina was about to say something more, the man in the gray robe started his steps again, ignored Martina and left the tavern without looking back.

Walking to the deserted grove a few streets away, the gray-robed man glanced around, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to him, he took off the thin mask from his face and put it away. the gray robe...