HP: The Shadow Returns

Next, the environments in categories A and B were much cleaner, and all the iron cages inside were replaced with transparent glass.

"Male, 21 years old, from the jungle of Niamey, very talented in magic, very primitive in life, and very strong in muscles..."

"Female, fifteen years old, Inca, very aggressive, proficient in unforgivable spells, she should have been a dancer..."

"Male is twenty years old, the specific reason is unknown..."

Sansaro found that most of them were extremely young children or young adults, and the older women and men were almost invisible.

In the final settlement, there were 779 people in total, and she spent 395 gold galleons, but because of the % discount from the last compensation, she only spent gold galleons.

"Ms. Quina, please stay." After paying, a waitress suddenly came out from behind the counter and said.

"Our boss has always wanted to discuss the sale of potions with you. I hope you can spare some time. He firmly believes that the black rabbit will bring you huge benefits."

Seeing the emotionless smile on the rabbit mask, Sansaro raised her eyebrows. What a coincidence, wasn't it? Whatever came to her mind, she agreed without any hesitation.

“We can deliver them personally to your estate if necessary.”

"No need." Sansaro and the black-robed Dushava behind him looked at each other, and the other party understood what she meant.

"Don't worry," Dusava said and followed the male waiter to the place where the slaves were kept.

The waitress raised a hand and said, "Please come with me."

"Um"

The maid on Sansaro's side took her deep into a room. She took off the door key on the wall and said, "My boss is not in England at the moment. He is waiting for you in Paris, France."

The familiar door key was transmitted again, and in a blink of an eye she appeared in a hotel-like suite, with burgundy and black curtains hanging by the window, and a round crystal table in the middle.

Sitting at the table was a man in a black suit. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He had a typical European appearance, with a high nose, deep eyebrows, and a very tall and strong figure.

The moment he saw Sansaro, he smiled, his white teeth were ridiculously white, and his voice was rich and melodious: "Miss Quina, I have always wanted to see you."

"It's a little too early to say it all the time. As far as I know, my fame will only last a few months." Sansaro walked slowly forward and sat opposite him.

"Hahahahaha" he laughed a few times and asked the attendant to bring snacks and red wine. "That's how it is for the British Ministry of Magic. Who doesn't know about the people who are working in this way?"

"If you are referring to someone who likes to show off as a little girl and kills dozens of dark wizards a month," Sansaro said, leaning on the chair.

"You are the first one to call me miss"

"A woman's age is a secret that cannot be guessed, but younger is always suitable." He shook the red wine in his hand and introduced himself.

"Kocharski, you can call me that. Are you satisfied with your stay in that manor?"

Snowman? But now it should be called E Guo. Sansaro narrowed his eyes after hearing this. Although he didn't look very similar, it didn't avoid the possibility that he was a mixed race.

"Very good, Mr. Kocharski, you suit my liking. You are a very good business man."

"That's good." He drank the red wine in one gulp, turned to look at Sansaro and asked with a smile, "How much profit distribution does Miss Quina think is suitable for our cooperation?"

Sansaro had never seen such a problem before. She gently scratched the wine glass with her knuckles and chuckled.

"For me, the more, the better. In fact, I don't have to worry about it. I'm already preparing to open my own store. After all, you can make more if you have it in your own hands, right?"

Kocharski's eyes narrowed dangerously, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but there was no trace of a smile.

But she continued, "But we have relatively few manpower and cannot maximize production. This is a headache so far."

Seeing Kocharski staring at him, Sansaro raised his eyelids, "Of course we can cooperate, and the process must be very wonderful. Mr. Kocharski, I can even give you the corrosive potion formula."

The man's light blue eyes flashed shrewdly.

"Then what do you want?" he asked, turning the gold ring on his finger.

"Actually, it's very simple." Sansaro's eyes curled up and he laughed. "For every potion bought, I will receive 30% of the profit. If there are new potions in the future, I will give them to Black Rabbit first."

"As for me, I only need some of Black Rabbit's dispatch rights, such as internal recommendations for international exchanges, internal priority land and auction options, and all internal priority rights."

Kocharski leaned back lazily on his chair, lit a cigar, took a deep breath and slowly blew out a few smoke rings.

"Then why don't you just join us?"

Sansaro's smile became even warmer, "In this case, that would be great."

After hearing this, his body froze, and after a moment he laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha, then you are welcome to join us, our cooperative potion master based in the UK."

Sansaro raised the red wine glass and took a sip and said calmly, "I'll start with the ugly words. I won't get to know unnecessary people."

"Of course I won't cause you too much trouble. Let's have lunch together and then go back." Kochaski was about to wave to the attendants on the side to serve the food.

"My pleasure"

Sansaro wore a mask and waited quietly for the food to be placed on the table one by one.

"You should be able to have a drink?"

Kocharski's slightly curly hair hung around his stunning eyes. The smile on his face grew thicker. He raised his hand and opened another bottle of red wine. He seemed to like wine very much and felt like he couldn't get enough of it.

"No, after all, Mr. Kocharski probably didn't cooperate just because I could drink."

Are all snow people like this? Sansaro thought, was it because he was concerned about himself that he didn't directly bring in the Fiery Vodka?

"Being able to drink is also a skill." He drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and the corners of his mouth curved in an evil way.

Sansaro picked up the knife and fork, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at his tight suit stretched by muscles, "Indeed."

...

The meal lasted for almost an hour before Sansaro was sent back to England.

Returning to the manor, I saw twenty-one people now blindfolded, neatly kneeling on the marble floor of the hall, and they were all put on white robes.

Except for the werewolf boy who was missing one eye, he was lying in his sister's arms and his breath was weak.

"Master, that werewolf boy, I gave him some magic potion, but he's still very weak." Dusava had been standing in the hall waiting for her to come back to deal with these slaves. She explained while meeting Sansaro's eyes.

"Have they been covered with black cloth since they were brought here?"

"Yes"

"Your spells have become much better, which is good."

She praised him as she slowly approached him with her feet raised, and the black and empty eye sockets of the werewolf boy gradually appeared.

"Don't hurt him, please," the girl said, full of trembling and fear, and two lines of tears slowly fell under the black cloth she was covered with.

Sansaro straightened up and used magic power to push the black cloth in front of these people's eyes expressionlessly.

They all lowered their heads. It seemed that Black Rabbit's training was somewhat effective. He used magic to force these people to raise their heads. Their eyes were different, but most of them were fear and fear.

"I have no habit of hurting others." She looked down, glanced at these people coldly, and said calmly, "Unless he makes me... very unhappy."