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So under the protection of Jeno, Hathaway slowly fell asleep with a peaceful and satisfied mood.

When Hathaway woke up, Jeno put on his clothes and came outside Hathaway's door, snapped his fingers lightly, and then a figure appeared outside the door with a blank face, and then Jeno stretched out his palm again. There is a soundproof barrier around it.

"Damn, how did you get me here?" It was Constantine who came.

This guy took off one of his shoes, with a few poker cards dangling from his mouth, and he lost his windbreaker somewhere.

"Of course I have my own way." Jeno shook his head, obviously not wanting to answer Constantine's question.

I also have a hole card, so there is no need to reveal too much to Constantine.

"Let me ask you, if the devil's son has not been able to come, then you have to stay on guard all the time?" Jeno has a headache, the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light, it is too passive.

"No way." Constantine blinked helplessly.

"Unless we find the Spear of Destiny." Seeing Jeno's expression was not looking good, Constantine was afraid that Jeno would quit, so he quickly said the countermeasures.

"But the Spear of Destiny has disappeared for thousands of years. During this period, countless forces tried to find it but failed. No one knows where the Spear of Destiny is." Constantine glanced behind Jeno with strange eyes : "I think you are living comfortably now, and you won't waste these time."

"Please, I'm very busy, okay?" Jeno rolled his eyes speechlessly.

I am not Constantine, this guy idles around all day, doing nothing, even if he does nothing for a day, it will not have any impact .A company with trillions of assets.It's not realistic at all if there is nothing to do with Hathaway every day.

There are hundreds of Jenos in the documents that need to be handled by myself every day. In fact, it is very tiring. I have to write my own name every day. How many people can understand the feeling of vomiting?Maybe Tony can understand, but at least his secretary is pretty good, and can share a lot of documents and affairs for him.

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"Then what should we do? We can't gather people from all the cities to find the Spear of Destiny, right?" Constantine shrugged.

He understood Jeno's dissatisfaction, but there was nothing he could do.

After all, this city is so big, how easy is it to find the Spear of Destiny?

In other words, it is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

Jie Nuo had no choice but to let Constantine go. After all, he was right, but he could ask Master Gu Yi to see if he came back by the way.

Jeno placed a defensive barrier in the woman's room, and then opened the golden portal in front.

This is the convenience of a mage, as long as the magic power is enough, you can go wherever you want.

Geno came to the temple.

Because it is a magic holy place recognized by the mage world, there are many magic goods for sale outside the temple.

Shouting peddlers sell all sorts of magical goods.

"Selling the wand, the perfect wand." There were five large characters on the huge sign.

“Maranda Wand Shop”

"It seems to be a custom-made wand business." Jeno glanced inside, there were not many customers, but there were also many.

Magical props like wands are only used by magicians in England, so it is considered a small-scale business. Having so many customers is considered a good strength, and the boss's reputation is guaranteed.

Jeno thought for a while, the wand that had observed Hermione before seemed a bit old.

Jano stepped into the wand shop.

On both sides are a row of glass display cases, which contain all kinds of magic wands.

Jeno looked all the way, and there were all kinds of wands, even wands with diamonds inlaid on the lower end of the wand.

But that wand had a social etiquette wand attached to it, and it seemed to be a party wand.

He was not very familiar with Jeno, the magician circle in Hermione's hometown. He didn't know that they had to change wands to participate in the party, which was really troublesome.

"Sir, welcome to Malanda's Wand Shop." A little gray-haired old man greeted him with a smile.

He wears a gold-rimmed unilateral eyeglass on his right eye, and he is well-dressed in a suit, adding a bit of rigor to his demeanor.

But the amiable smile brought him a bit of kindness and kindness.

If this old man were placed in a big city, he would definitely be recognized as an executive of a certain company.

After all, the temperament is here.

"Please allow me to introduce this shop." The old man saluted politely, and then accompanied Jeno to watch the wand while introducing the history of this wand shop.

According to the old man, this shop belongs to him, and his family has been making magic wands since the ancestors, wife, wife, and grandfather. Counting from the first generation, it has a history of hundreds of years.

"Excuse me, sir, do you want the wand?" The old man glanced at Jeno's hands.

The difference between mages who use wands and mages who don't use wands can be seen in their hands.to tell if a wand is being used.

Jeno is so young, his hands are also very white, and there are no calluses or anything like that.

But watch Geno's.The temperamental old man was a little undecided.This young man's demeanor contained a hint of coldness, determination and indifference. This kind of indifference was not the indifference of looking down on others, but the indifference stronger than others.

To put it another way, the temperament he unintentionally exudes reveals a feeling of repelling others from hundreds of miles away.

"Buy it for a friend." Jeno looked away from his wand.

"Then what is her height and bust?" the old man asked.

Jeno thought about it, recalling Hermione's measurements the last time he saw her.

The old man got the answer, then turned and walked behind the scenes.

Then he came out from the back of the house, holding several wands in boxes.

Jeno thought about it, but was a little undecided.

After all, Hermione wasn't here, and it was midnight, so I couldn't run to Hermione's house and pull Hermione up to buy a wand, could I?

In that case, whether Hermione will kill himself or not, Father Hermione will definitely pick up the Xia Xia shotgun and treat him to eat the pellets.

Jie Nuo didn't want his future father-in-law to treat him to a pellet.

"How about this? Get me a copy of all styles." Jeno snapped his fingers and took out a bank card from his pocket.

The old man was slightly taken aback, a little in disbelief: "But sir, the wand chooses the master, not the master chooses the wand."

What the old man meant was that there were not many wands but the right ones.

"I know." Jeno smiled bitterly: "But the problem is that I don't know which one is suitable for her."

Then Jie Nuo pointed to the dark night outside the window and said: "It's night again now, she's already asleep, and I don't have the heart to disturb her sleep, so I'll just buy the club and let her try it slowly."