[Ding, the mission is completed, you get magic blood +1, any point +5, and blessing: Witch King]
[Witch King: The highest honor of a wizard, on the throne, spreading the kindness and blessings of the Witch King]
mission completed.
John's lips curved into a smile.
As news of the founding of the magical world spreads.
The entire world of wizards was in a state of uproar.
Although he had been prepared, Fred still held his breath when the news came out of the king's mouth.
"Fred, breathe, Fred!"
Angelina noticed something strange about her husband and hurriedly reminded him.
Fred breathed heavily, and he and George smiled at each other.
This world will eventually continue to move forward under the glory of the King.
The wizarding world will eventually become loyal believers in John Wick.
The city of wizards.
A place I don’t know where.
It was a wizard's utopia, where you no longer had to worry about being seen by Muggles using magic weapons, and you didn't have to worry about hitting a plane during a Quidditch match.
Only wizards can enter.
Those who are reluctant to leave their homeland can settle in other countries after applying for a visa in the Wizarding City.
The wizard's migration is scheduled for October.
That was the day when the country of wizards officially emerged.
...
America.
The minister was acting coyly, listening to the eulogy for their soldiers who died in the shipwreck.
He wore sunglasses and was surrounded by black bear-like bodyguards holding umbrellas for him.
As he listened to the eulogies, his mind wandered to the idea that he could spend the evening with a few supermodels.
He lowered his head as if in mourning.
But he was thinking about the *** in those Time magazines. That Playboy always competed with him. It was really annoying.
"Minister." Someone walked beside him and whispered softly.
The minister, who was originally thinking about the supermodel, restrained his sadness, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
After the mourning session, the minister strode toward one of his properties.
As a politician, not having some invisible property is an insult to one's status.
He walked in, and in front of the huge fish tank that occupied the entire wall, the British gentleman admired the small whale that was said to be the culprit that the fleet was trying to avoid.
"Wow, look, who is this?"
The minister walked in, opened his hands, showed a fake smile, and said exaggeratedly like an old friend: "The famous Mycroft, with his smart mind, can see what happened in the last week in three seconds."
He stopped not far from Mycroft, turned around, showed off his tailored suit, and said with a smile, "What do you see?"
Mycroft glanced at him and said, "You attended a funeral."
"Yes, that's right!" The minister clapped his hands and said expectantly, "What else?"
"Yesterday's girl was very wild. On your neck, there is a mark where you were hit by your teeth. Let me see." Mycroft also followed the performance, walked over, tugged on his collar, and said, "The family is rich. , that girl does not have dental deformities or braces."
"A student who is inexperienced in the world and has a bit of Spanish blood."
The minister clapped in amazement, but his face looked a little bad.
Mycroft took out a handkerchief with both hands and wiped the hand touching his collar, and said casually: "I'm not here to play games with you, Francis."
In front of the minister, he seemed to have touched something dirty.
"I'm here to tell you something, those people are not dead."
"That group of people?" The minister continued to pretend, "Who are they?"
"I thought you were here to play golf with me, Mycroft."
Mycroft raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "A group of people who know how to use tricks, Francis, you should really check it out."
"You are too confident."
When the news was conveyed, Mycroft looked up at the captured whale and said, "It's a nice whale, but it's a pity that it should be in the sea."
"If you don't mind, I'm leaving now," Mycroft smiled slightly, "go play golf."
He walked past the ugly-looking minister without worrying about the other person's identity.
"Mycroft, why do you know?" The minister called to Mycroft. He stared at Mycroft, "It's not your style to meddle in other people's business."
"I should have known when someone released a weapon of mass destruction in the Atlantic Ocean in the name of an exercise." Mycroft tilted his head slightly so that half of his face in the shadow could be seen.
"Don't think you are perfect, you are just narcissistic."
"I'm not being nosy, I'm just telling you for the sake of the country," Mycroft stopped when he reached the door and said again, "Also, has anyone said that your acting skills are poor?"
The minister's face turned completely dark after Mycroft left.
He took out his phone and dialed the number.
"Let me check! Where are those damn sewer rats!"
He roared at the phone. After turning it off, he sat gloomily in front of the fish tank.
Those wizards are not dead?
The mysterious ability suddenly appeared in the minister's mind.
No, no!
You must destroy it yourself.
Also, those magical energy sources.
He narrowed his eyes with a dangerous expression.
The fact that he is not dead means that the energy is still there.
The president, a timid guy, might be scared out of his wits.
In this case, let yourself solve it.
After arresting those wizards, he didn't believe he could know where those guys gathered.
Wizard energy.
If you can master it, it will be a major asset for you to gain a foothold in the United States and even the world.
The minister was thinking that he had already extended his malice towards the wizard.
Although I don't know how those wizards survived under the nuclear bomb, it doesn't matter.
Treat these wizards as subjects of study, just as they once were.
evil?
Didn't that experiment also create heroes?
How could it be evil?
That is just.
What is justice?
Might makes right!
...
Mycroft played a round of golf and hit a beautiful golf swing on a golf course in Washington.
"A very standard posture."
The man next to him with his golf club clapped.
"Really?" Mycroft put down his cue and said, "How does it compare to Watson John?"
"In that case, of course you have more standards, Mr. Mycroft."
The man knew how to compliment this person who could represent a country.
Mycroft looked at the man, "A batch of the arms you smuggled passed through his channel, Orlov."
The man named Olof has a long face and his hair is slicked back to make his hairline look high.
Hearing this, Yuri Orlov, the famous Lord of War, smiled.
He raised his hand and shook it in front of him, "Although it sounds scary, Mr. Mycroft, you should know that there is tacit approval behind these businesses."
How can someone who is capable of doing arms work without some backers behind him?
That's why Yuri Orlov could play golf in front of Mycroft calmly.
Mycroft glanced at him, "Then let me tell you, what if Francis is going to die?"
Yuri's smile faltered, and he confirmed again and again: "Are you kidding me?"
That big backer has to give even the president three cents of face. Do you think he is going to fall?
Yuri felt that this smart man was joking with him, but his experience in dealing with those people told him
, this smart man doesn’t joke.
Smart people don’t like lies, they prefer to overwhelm their opponents with the absolute truth.
Especially Mycroft, he is not a liar.
Yuri was silent for a long time. He looked up at the face that had always been indifferent and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"You can continue with your business," Mycroft said with a smile. "One condition is that your business needs to be approved by the hotel."
"Are you sure you're not joking?" Yuri was confused.
It's such a big deal that you even come here in person, but you tell me that you want me to cooperate with the hotel?
His mind was spinning rapidly, and he had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Is he yours?"
"I'm the same as you," Mycroft said, "It's just cooperation."
After thinking about it for a long time, Yuri actually didn't have many choices.
When Francis is gone, he will be liquidated.
New people will replace themselves. The largest arms dealers in the world are not little shrimps like them, but the big country like a lighthouse.
He just picks up some small businesses, and if no one takes care of him, his small business will be taken away by the new superiors.
To be able to maintain it, you can only find new methods.
Yuri hesitated but agreed.
Mycroft didn't leave him his business card, got up and left.
He will fly back from here today.
After all, his identity sensitivity is basically the same as that of the Prime Minister.
The reason he came out was for vacation.
This cost him an afternoon of rest.
Hurry back to avoid being photographed.
And his favors are all over.
The representative of the magical world probably felt his own kindness.
That battle was still fresh in his memory.
Non-human combat is far beyond what ordinary combatants can achieve today.
He needs a stronger army.
A glint flashed in Mycroft's eyes.
In his mind, a plan unfolded for wizards, and for more wizard-like situations to come.
...
