There are many bright stars on the dome of Silverhand Manor.
Old Jack came in with Chudai and Zuo Fei.
The waiter brought them delicious sea fish sashimi on a tray.
"That's the Werewolf Councilor, and beside him are the two directors of the Werewolf Capture Force and the Werewolf Registration Office."
Lippi whispered beside Oz, "Don't look at the unpopular place they are in. After the werewolf is under control, these two positions represent the restriction of the werewolf."
"Lord Johnny Silverhand planned to build the first werewolf magic school in the werewolf community, and old Jack was the first principal."
"Look, that's the Rozier family, the pure blood of the twenty-eight sacred clans."
"And that one, I met him at the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation. He is the Director of Foreign Affairs of Germany."
"They must be talking big business."
Lippi kept thinking with envy. As an undercover hero, Lippi naturally has a smooth future.
But his habit over the years has made him always mutter envious words, and Oz has long been accustomed to this.
"Who is that?" Oz spotted a person with unusually pale skin, and her intuition told her that this person was not simple.
With pale cheeks and black hair mixed with silver strands, the man looked very handsome, with gloomy brows.
What attracted the most attention were the dark golden eyes.
Lippi looked around and said in surprise: "He is here too, this is impossible."
"Stop talking in riddles," Oz subconsciously wanted to light a cigarette, but stopped. She said to Lippi, "Do you know him?"
"Of course, that's a big deal."
After Lippi finished speaking, he realized that he had said nonsense, and he hurriedly added: "While I was undercover, I heard his name from the mysterious mouth more than once."
"The family of paranoid darkness, Edgar, Ludwig Edgar."
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John walked out slowly, and the moment he appeared, all the eyes of the audience were focused on him.
"I'm glad that I saw many familiar faces at the banquet."
He walked down from the second floor step by step, his emerald green ring shining in the candlelight, and the soft silk on his robe was like a galaxy.
Some people did not come, some were inconvenient to show up, and some were unable to show up.
The guests were all fine people, so they naturally knew what John was talking about.
Several guests looked unnatural, and their fingers holding the cups turned white.
This scene could not escape John's observation. He chuckled, "In the past month, something happened that shocked everyone."
"I think you've all heard, some of the damned and the undeserved, they're coming back into the world."
Among the pure-blood families, the Rozier family remained calm.
Crabbe and the Goyles looked frightened. m.
"We can reunite here and continue to talk. The first glass of wine should be raised to our good friend Lucius." John took the crystal glass filled with golden wine from the waiter.
He raised his glass and nodded from a distance towards Lucius, who was wearing a luxurious dark green velvet robe.
"Without our friend, I'm afraid some bad things will appear on the streets. They will commit crimes wantonly, plunder wealth, and turn all order into chaos."
"So let us honor Lucius, his courage and courage to fight."
The guests raised their glasses to Lucius.
Lucius smiled and tried hard not to be so unreserved.
He nodded slightly proudly and raised the glass.
"The second cup," John continued, "our friends who have been threatened openly or covertly, they are firm in their hearts and have not changed. As I said, courage is as valuable as wisdom. Dare to speak out to oppression. Those who don’t are considered warriors.”
"Let us respect the warriors who remain true to their original aspirations. Their perseverance is the glue that enables us to reunite."
After the Death Eaters reappear, some pure-blood families will inevitably be persecuted.
For example, the Goyle and Crabbe families, their descendants were forcibly engraved with the Dark Mark, making them unable to resist.
There are also those influential people who are also threatened at different levels.
They did not leave, naturally they were reluctant to part with this huge alliance of interests.
However, no one likes to praise themselves.
The second glass of wine entered my stomach.
People who are not heavy drinkers may already feel a little dizzy, but fortunately the alcohol will dissipate quickly.
"Smart people are an indispensable factor for family inheritance and business continuation, so I like smart people," John pressed the armrest. "Smart people are better able to see the current situation clearly and will not be swayed by emotions."
"Their intelligence can always make the best choice. However, it is never too late to make amends. Wrong choices also have opportunities to recover."
John could see the fear on some people's faces. He broke the fear with a chuckle and said meaningfully: "This glass of wine is for those smart people who want to look back, because repentance and choosing the right one also require courage. and wisdom.”
The third cup was raised, which represented the official start of the banquet.
Rippy could see families whose names had appeared at Death Eater meetings rushing to ask if they could speak to Lord Johnny Silverhand.
Wise people who know repentance want to be forgiven.
As an old friend of Tang Mi, Lippi could tell that Tang Mi was in a good mood when he heard these questions.
The protagonist of the banquet, John, walked to another corner.
The dark-haired man there said nothing. When he saw John coming, he stood up and nodded politely.
"Mr. Edgar," John chuckled, "Thank you for coming all the way from another country."
Ludwig Edgar looked like a scholar, somewhat similar to Altdorf, but his appearance was not as aggressive.
His complexion is pale, his body is not strong, and he has a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, giving him the impression of an old scholar.
"I admire your frankness and your current prestige." Ludwig tilted his head slightly and glanced at the huge banquet. "Dignitaries from all over the country and even abroad can gather such a force, just like... It’s just as difficult to build a saint.”
He mentioned another being, causing John's eyes to narrow under his mask.
"It seems you know the purpose of my search for you." John tilted his head slightly and glanced at some people on the field.
Ludwig didn't look over, but said, "I hope to have a private enough place to talk."
"That's natural," John invited, "my study would be a good choice."
The two people faded out of the banquet.
Entering the study, Ludwig looked at John and said calmly: "The following news is not a gift to Johnny Silverhand."
John sat down, crossed his hands on his chin, and listened quietly.
"A father gives to his son's friend."
Ludwig, who had always been calm, had waves in his eyes.
"Thank you, John Wick," he said with a deep bow, "for paying so much for my son."
John took a deep breath, his face no longer cold.
"Mr. Edgar, it was my mistake that led to all this."
"No," Ludwig said firmly, "He chose you as the light, so everything is done willingly."
"This is Edgar's fate, just like my brother Altdorf, everything is his own choice."
He said sincerely: "So please don't blame yourself."
John was silent.
Ludwig took out a folded piece of parchment from his pocket.
“A list of saints who once roamed Europe.”
This old list was stored in the study of Ludwig's father, the former Grindelwald deputy.
"I exclude those who are deceased or imprisoned," Ludwig said. "The remaining people are those whose whereabouts are unknown, missing and hidden."
"Grindelwald went to Germany, and more than twenty wizards have become his followers."
"That's what's scary about him, his almost plague-like charm and ability to confuse people."
Ludwig had heard many times from his father about Grindelwald's charm.
Altdorf was also affected, so he looked for the second Dark Lord to be that light.
John accepted this list, it was very important to him.
Ludwig came all the way just for this list. After handing it over, he was ready to leave.
"One more thing," Ludwig stopped at the door of the study and turned his head sideways. "My groom saw Karkaroff outside Durmstrang. At that time, he panicked and ran away. Voldemort might be chasing him."
In the face of traitors, Voldemort would impose a reckoning.
But for some reason, Karkaroff was not killed.
When John heard the news, he called Ludwig.
"Mr. Edgar, are you interested in managing a school?"
Those deep eyes revealed a calculation that was incomprehensible.
Durmstrang, Grindelwald's alma mater.
Top three schools in Europe.
Maybe it’s appropriate for someone else to make the decision.
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Some people died, but not completely...
