chsdbacks Chapter 115 Voldemort, I Have a Title Too!
Chapter 115 Voldemort, I Have a Title Too!
Chapter 116 Voldemort, I Have a Title Too! (Thanks to keith for the 5000 coins!)
Well, something about that scream doesn't sound quite right.
Two fat sheep went in, and it sounded like more than a dozen people were screaming in agony.
Jamie, the burly man, frowned.
Amidst the clamor of the tavern, he pressed himself against the wooden door and listened intently.
Two seconds later.
One more to make up for it!
Jamie's eyes widened; this was clearly the sound of those dark wizards!
Moreover, the screams were incredibly shrill, like fingernails scraping against glass, which was terrifying.
They actually got counter-killed?!
Jamie was shocked.
Could it be that the peacock-like wizard was just pretending to be weak and scared, all in order to wipe them all out?!
That acting was amazing!
It's terrifying!
Jamie leaped forward and used his physical Alaho Hole to smash the door open with a bang.
In an instant.
My eyes haven't adjusted to the dimness of the room yet.
An incredibly strong smell of rust hit me like a wall!
The light streaming into the tavern helped us.
Jamie, who was 1.9 meters tall, froze on the spot, his brain momentarily shut down due to a protective reflex.
Despite having a lot of blood on his hands throughout his life.
But I have never seen such a horrific scene before.
Like splashes of oil paint, large swaths of red liquid were splattered on the floor, walls, and even the ceiling.
It felt as if I had fallen into a scarlet hell.
The black wizard lay sprawled on the ground.
The robes and the flesh beneath were cut into strips by the sharp glass, making it impossible to discern their original appearance.
From where they fell, Jamie instinctively realized a horrifying truth—they had actually killed each other.
There was no magic used; in fact, it didn't even seem like human methods. It was more like a battle between a group of mindless beasts!
"Ah, ah ah."
Jamie was kneeling and backing away when his legs buckled and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
He lowered his head, only to meet the gaze of a face that had been raised.
His face was covered in "ketchup," and his mouth was stretched into an extreme, twisted smile.
however.
The pair of eyes on his face, which were almost bulging out of their sockets, revealed a real fear!
"Hehe, we are all sacrifices, sacrifices... No, save me, save me..."
"We're all going to die!!"
The wizard stretched out his withered, twig-like hand and grabbed Jamie's ankle tightly!
"Get the hell out of my way—all of you fly away!!"
Jamie was terrified and unleashed a spell that sent the wizard flying.
The rough shout gradually silenced the noise in the tavern, and people looked at him with a strange and mocking expression.
One wizard joked:
"What's wrong? Seeing something supernatural? Hahaha!"
Jamie Ning is clearly being suspicious.
Even a ghost returning from the dead is more terrifying than what he is seeing in the mortal world now!
What... what on earth is going on?!
This is something no human could possibly do!
Could it be that they really summoned some kind of demon? Triggered an evil curse?
Where did those two fat sheep go?
Jamie looked to the side and was suddenly stunned.
Because he saw it.
The blond wizard whom he mistook for a wolf in sheep's clothing was also lying on the ground, unconscious.
Ok?
Where did that child go?
"Slap."
A small, deathly cold hand landed on Jamie's shoulder from behind.
In an instant.
Jamie felt a chill run down his spine.
When, when...:
The presence behind him slowly drew closer, its warm breath brushing against his neck.
Jamie dared not move or make a sound; his body trembled uncontrollably.
A voice as gentle as a spring breeze whispered in his ear:
"Praying~?"
middle-
Ahhhhhh!!!
Jamie spun around and swung an elbow strike, but it hit a barrier harder than concrete, causing him excruciating pain in his bones.
One of the fat sheep, a young master with a simple and noble appearance and black hair, was smiling down at him.
"Snapped!"
Inside the tavern, a fierce-looking wizard slammed his cup down, raised his wand, pointed it at Ethan, and roared:
"You freaking want one?"
"roar!"
The Cerberus, as large as a small mountain, raised its head and landed heavily on the ground with a thud!
His jet-black sideburns flew wildly, and six lantern-like orange-red eyes stared at the wizard.
— Do whatever you want.
The wicked wizard sat back down smoothly and raised his cup in mid-air to drink.
In complete silence.
Ethan chuckled and said, "I'm looking to hire hitmen. Which of you has killed at least one person?"
The bow tie, adorned with a bright moonstone, reflects a beautiful and expensive luster.
The dark wizards looked at each other, and then, one by one, raised their hands.
A sinister-looking old man grinned maliciously and said:
"Smart, you know to come here to find a hitman. I specialize in wiping out entire families. As long as the price is reasonable, I guarantee the money will arrive and the person will be gone. Half price for kids, 30% off for Muggles."
"Me, and me too! I once kidnapped a lost Muggle boy to experiment with my dark magic—those animalistic, stupid Muggles are still putting up missing person posters! Hahaha!"
"Boss, look at me! I only need one Galleon per person—no, 12 Sickles per person!"
"You f***ing one"
Inside the tavern, the dark wizards, who thought Ethan was a big, important customer, enthusiastically recommended themselves to the patrons.
Only a handful of people, perhaps because they had never killed anyone, or perhaps because they had a heightened sixth sense, quietly slipped out of the tavern.
Ethan ignored them.
He simply looked around at the crazed faces in the tavern and asked:
"In your eyes, human life is worth less than galleons, isn't it?"
One of the dark wizards laughed on the spot and shouted, "Boss! Stop testing us! The brothers who stayed are all capable of great things!"
They didn't see Jamie lying on the ground, his face filled with terror.
The answer was positive.
Ethan suddenly smiled brightly, his whole body radiating a soft glow under the lamplight.
He patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief:
"That's good, that's good."
"Then I... won't have my merit points deducted."
Ethan raised his hand to the three-headed dog and said gently:
"Leave no one alive."
"roar!!!"
The three-headed dog excitedly raised its head, staring at the prey's frozen expressions, its limbs flexed, muscles bulging.
next second.
It shot out with a sudden burst of speed!
Blood splattered!
"Ahhhh-"
A scream immediately echoed throughout the entire tavern!
Ethan watched this scene with delight, as if he could see large sums of money flowing into his own pocket.
With so many people, surely we can meet your requirements, Mr. Client.
"You...you lied to us!" a dark wizard roared in disbelief. "You treacherous and cunning demon! Who are you?!"
The people here are not highly educated, and very few people read the Daily Prophet.
In addition, Dumbledore protected Ethan's appearance and privacy, preventing Rita from posting it at will.
Therefore, apart from Hogwarts, most people outside the community only know the name "Ethan Vincent".
However, he did not recognize Ethan's appearance.
Not to mention in Flip-Down Alley.
Otherwise, Ethan's "pretending to be a fat sheep" plan would not have succeeded so smoothly.
Ethan sincerely introduced himself:
"Hello, sir. My name is Ethan Vincent. I am a man who will lead the world to change in the future."
The dark wizard was confused: "I-I what?!"
He was bitten off by Cerberus.
...Zhang Yu.
Ethan then realized that a pleasant-sounding and easy-to-remember nickname was easier to spread than his real name.
For example, everyone knows "Voldemort", but few people know "Tom Riddle".
:.:.No, why should I compare myself to Voldemort?
He's not some evil, terrifying dark demon king.
Amidst screams, Ethan shook his head with amusement.
An easy-to-remember title...
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck me.
Ethan raised the corners of his mouth.
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and a dark black silk bowler hat appeared in his hand.
Then, holding the brim of his hat, he gracefully swept it down to his chest and bowed slightly towards the chaotic scene before him.
The sound, clear and bright, echoed in the ears of all the wizards.
My name is Mr. Lamp.
"I only wish to punish evil and uphold justice, and to use great art to spread the light of righteousness to the world."
As they were talking.
A drop of blood splattered at Ethan's feet, staining his shiny leather shoes.
A fool is like a moth, greedily and blindly chasing after a flame.
Then, in fear, I will be engulfed by flames, turning into firewood to light my body.
[Increased brightness of the lamp]
[Title Obtained: Mr. Lamp]
[Current level of awareness: Little known]
Only among a select few dark wizards in Knockturn Alley do they chant your name in fear.
[Gain curse resistance]
You will be less susceptible to being bewitched, manipulated, or subjected to negative status effects by magic.
Soul fusion level increased by 1%
[48%→49%]