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Apparently what Grandpa Doug said made Emma interested.

After saying goodbye, Nicole began today's adventure.

The oak forest had been tamed by Emma many years ago.

We passed through the woods with ease.

A bush emerged from it.

“Are these the poor people Grandpa Doug was talking about?”

Emma quietly observed.

A slightly hunched man, as if he noticed something, turned around and stared at a bush.

Emma was startled by the hair on his face.

"This ugly guy is really not ordinary ugly."

"Why is he staring here? Does he know I'm here?"

After a while, the ugly man stopped staring.

At this time, several people came to him and said something respectfully. Because they were too far away, Emma couldn't hear anything clearly.

One of them reported: "Chief, still can't find anything."

Another affirmed: "Chief, the guys below have been searching for it for two days. But once they passed through the woods, they completely lost the trace of the breath. Basically, it can be inferred that it is a secrecy spell."

Another recalled: "Just like 11 years ago."

Listening to the reports and speculations of the five subordinates, Greyback also had his own calculations.

Several werewolf leaders quickly lowered their heads.

Although they are all werewolves, they both hate and fear the people in front of them.

Hatring Greyback turned them into werewolves, creating their miserable lives.

At the same time, he was afraid of Greyback's power.

After being a slave for a long time, he will become more cruel than the landlord.

Therefore, the bloodthirsty Greyback would only treat his subordinates more cruelly and bloodily than Voldemort treated him.

He said with a stern face and an attitude that left no room for denial.

"Send the signal immediately and summon everyone."

"Before I come back, be sure not to attack rashly."

"If you encounter unrelated Muggles, use the Forgetting Charm to deal with them casually."

"It has been silent for too long. It's time to remind the world of the Werewolf Legion."

After he finished speaking, a wand slipped from Greyback's sleeve.

He was like a fish in water, turning around quickly, facing the bush that he had been looking at before, raised his hand and said: "Fire thousands of bullets together."

"Huh?" X5

The leading werewolves didn't understand what Grayberg meant by this move.

Greyback didn't bother to explain.

After one spell failed, he cast another spell.

The space was distorted and people disappeared.

Emma was shocked to see the strangers taking out their wands.

"Are they wizards?"

"Is that ugly wizard their leader? What kind of magic did he use? He can actually conjure a flock of birds out of thin air."

The dense beaks shot towards the place where she had been hiding.

"You still want to attack me? Fortunately, I'm super smart!"

Emma was born with a strong sixth sense, and an inexplicable sense of crisis made her change her hiding position long ago.

After Greyback disappeared, several werewolf leaders took out their wands and fired summoning spells into the sky.

Emma felt that these weird wizards must have some ulterior secrets.

"Go home quickly and tell your brother."

She held up the emerald necklace around her neck, "Hehe, I'm sure there must be a magic prop that can shoot fireballs."

It seems that she is still obsessed with the fireball technique.

He looked up at the wall clock on the wall of the laboratory and saw that time was quietly disappearing while refining the medicine.

Hughes thought to himself: "The field team from MI6 should be home."

He took another look at the medicinal herbs that were melting in the dry pot.

"Tom, I have something to go out for. Come and keep an eye on me and control the heat."

A blue short-haired cat immediately saluted straightly after hearing this, like a soldier after receiving an order.

Any wizard who doesn't keep cats is not a good wizard.

So, after a raffle on Christmas Day in first grade, Hughes got a cat, too.

The most powerful tool in the world.

From the world of "The Lost Dragon", the kitten of Drizeda, a patchy albino witch.

Hughes prided himself on being a kind master. How could he not commend his cat for being so dedicated?

"Do a good job! Maybe one day I will give you to someone else as a pet."

Poor Tom.

Ever since he was kidnapped by an unscrupulous system, he had no choice but to become Hughes' tool cat, assistant cat, and finally pet cat.

The new owner is a strange guy. He doesn't masturbate him. Instead, he lets him work from dawn to dusk every day.

It can be said that capitalists will cry when they see it.

If given the chance to make him a pet, he would definitely keep Hughes as a pet.

Hughes stepped out of the suitcase.

As a private person, asking the government's armed field team to help this time is somewhat like using public equipment for private use.

But isn’t it natural to live in a country where “money comes first”?

On the surface, the Fu country people are arrogant and old-fashioned.

The guests came from afar, and it would be too disrespectful for Hughes, the only male host at home, not to come out to greet them.

And he also plans to recruit these people, so naturally he will have to spend a lot of money to buy horse bones, but he can't lose the big for the small.

Come to the hall.

I saw Wood introducing the relevant situation, the layout of the manor, personnel, etc. to a brown-haired man.

Next to it were lined up seven team members ready to go.

"Gentlemen, let me introduce you."

"This is my young master, Mr. Hughes; this is Mr. Dyke, who is leading the team this time, and his colleagues."

Hughes shook hands with the agents in turn.

He pretended to ask Wood: "Is father not back yet?"

Of course Wood understood the young master's thoughts and quickly helped him excuse himself.

He replied apologetically, "On the way, the group has a meeting in the afternoon. The matter is very important, and I really can't refuse it."

"Then why don't you, gentlemen, go take a rest. When father comes back, we can meet again."

"No problem, sir."

Wood took the opportunity to bring everyone to the bedroom.

On the way, Deke chatted casually: "Your young master looks good, handsome, polite, and strong, just like a prince in a fairy tale."

Wood smiled slightly, "I think so too. It is unreasonable to say that among the young people of today, no one is better than the young master."

Deke was a little surprised and thought: "I'm just being polite. You don't need to brag so harshly."

"Even if you are his butler, is it too shameless to praise him?"

"That boy does have a good skin, but he may be shallow and incompetent on the inside."

In his opinion, these wealthy families have as many as two generations of ancestors.

And as a mother’s friend, you shouldn’t be so short-sighted.

There are so many geniuses in this world, and there may be a jaw-dropping talent hidden in some corner.

Don’t talk about it from afar, just talk about himself.

Even if he had sufficient authority to obtain his service file in the frontline special forces, there would be various blackouts and age warnings in it.

It can be said that he has made great contributions, and his chest is almost full of medals.

For his sake, after his term of service expired, KSM (Kingsman), MI6, Interpol and other departments were all rushing to get him.

It's not that he is so proud, but that he has seen too many truly outstanding geniuses in his life.

Although it has long been common for government officials to take care of private homes and nursing homes, he has always adhered to his bottom line.

If it wasn't for his mother's strong request, he wouldn't have taken on such a private job.

Wood certainly saw Dyke's disdain, but he did not force an explanation and said calmly: "If you have the chance, you will find that he is much more than that."

"Gentlemen, I've just come from afar. Please rest, Xiao Zuo. When the master comes back, I'll come to invite you all again."