On July 24, at 7 p.m., Diagon Alley in the eastern part of Preston.

This is a few blocks that can be called chaos in the city of Preston. Compared with the Iris Street where Donald lives now, the spaces between the houses and buildings here are greatly reduced. Leaving the outermost street and walking in, the ground Ups and downs, the road is also twisted and twisted.

Grocery shops, barber shops and other shops are opened in remote corners, with small facades and dimly lit kerosene lamps. Often only some older people are watching the shop, and occasionally some children are holding coal tongs in their hands. There were little sticks running back and forth at the door.

The widest part of the street in the alley can only accommodate a carriage and two or three people walking side by side. In some empty spaces, there are some wooden boxes and old tables and chairs. When passing by, be careful not to let the corners of your clothes get caught. .

"The believers of the Church of Shia actually live in such a place. With this kind of treatment, is it worth it to hang out with those guys?"

Avoiding the **** on the bottom, the surrounding environment made Donald a little helpless. Using the lights from the windows of the neighboring houses, he reconfirmed the address Ogoff gave him.

Walking through the alley, he stopped at the door of a small restaurant.

About 25 years old, with brown hair and a two-way beard, looking at the people in the restaurant, Donald knew that he had found his target. At the same time, he also saw a few guards sitting at the same table as the fortuneteller. .

If there were no people who left temporarily, there would be five. Rastoller also made preparations to ensure that he received the message as soon as possible.

It’s easy to be stunned when you enter the door. Donald was standing outside, ready to wait for him to come out. It happened that a cart with fried chestnuts passed by the roadside. He immediately went forward and bought a bag. The taste was very mild. As a snack to pass the time.

"I still have to find a way to get rid of these people. It's really troublesome... Boss, would you consider adding some sugar to it? Maybe it will taste better."

Donald was thinking about helping the owner of the fried chestnuts improve his skills. The fortune-teller in the restaurant was also feeling awkward.

"Several gentlemen, I don't think you need to protect me like this. I have always lived alone, and no one will trouble me at all."

After Mr. Rastolle found him, the five people around him were inseparable. At first, they felt a little majestic, but later they found out that they even had to eat and sleep, and the usual playtime was banned. These two days Except for meal time, he is locked in the house and doing one thing - divination!

"This is what Your Excellency Rastole explained. If you have any requirements, you can ask that lord. We will listen to that lord."

The other part of the Dark Book was so important that Rastolle sent his subordinates with sufficient abilities, and they were quite conscious.

"You... well, I'm done eating, you eat slowly, and I'll go to the toilet."

How dare he go to Rastole, he got up a little embarrassed.

"You, follow."

Glancing at the subordinate beside the sitting man, the latter put down the knife and fork without saying a word, which made the fortuneteller pause, then he gritted his teeth and continued to walk inside the restaurant.

Arrived at the door, the door was about to go in, the man behind him showed signs of walking, and the fortune-teller became impatient.

"It's fine to just follow along. I've just eaten, and you have to watch it when I poop. You don't dislike it, but I'm still shy. There's a hole in here!"

People stared at the squatting pit. The fortune teller asked himself that he did not have such a hobby, and the one who followed up obviously did not. He just took a step back and signaled that he was at the door.

The fortune-teller entered the toilet alone, and it didn't take long for a stench to come out... You can't expect the toilet in a small restaurant to have an exhaust fan or something.

The person guarding outside the door was just eating, and when he smelled it, he immediately retreated a few steps.

But after waiting for a while, there was no sound of flushing from the inside for a long time, and the people outside were a little panicked.

After cursing in a low voice, the man took two steps back and then slammed his waist forward. The door was too thin, and the bullet opened, hitting the wall behind and making a loud noise, causing the boss in front to come over with cursing. Check the situation.

"Hey, you have to lose money!"

Once the toilet door is broken, it will definitely not be able to work together, otherwise the stench inside will rush out, and who else will come to his house to eat.

"Go away!"

The man who was getting angry was even more domineering. He raised his hand to move away from the restaurant manager and went straight to the lobby. The rest of the people there had already gone this way.

"Captain, I..."

Seeing the gloomy expression on the captain's face, the man who was still playing his prestige can't hold his breath now, he lowered his head and hesitated.

"If someone can't be found, you can solve it yourself, go!"

To solve it by himself, what exactly is the solution, you can tell from the sweat on his forehead.

"Sir, tell me again, how to fry chestnuts with sugar, I didn't understand before, hey, sir, don't go!"

The stall owner outside the restaurant looked at the figure who walked away quickly~lightnovelpub.net~ and always felt that he had missed something important.

"Divination, divination... How the **** do I know how to do divination, I just have something in my hand, and I don't need to pretend to be normal. Even Lord Rastole came to ask for advice and sent these people to protect me. Spy on me, fuck, I wanted to hang out for a few more years, so I can only talk about it in another place."

The fortune-teller ran all the way home, went upstairs and rummaged through boxes and cabinets again, while cursing repeatedly, he found a large suitcase, put a few pieces of laundry and a small box hidden under the bed, and he could hear it when he took it. There was a clanging sound of coins clinking inside.

When he found the dark book for the Church of Shia, the reward was definitely not small. Later, he claimed to be a fortune-teller. Although the high-level officials of the Church of Shia usually didn't look for him, they still offered delicious food and drink, which made him Saved a lot of money.

"If he wants to run, he will definitely come back to get something!"

The shouting downstairs made the fortuneteller shudder. He didn't care about taking anything else, he closed the suitcase and ran out. Unfortunately, it was still a step too late. He is surrounded.

"What are you running! As long as you complete the divination, will the church treat you badly?"

The place where the fortune-teller lives is the best place in Diagon Alley. There are dense houses around, but there is an open space here. The captain stood next to a flower bed and said in a deep voice.

"I, I am..."

What else could he say, when his eyes drifted unconsciously, he saw a vague figure in the alley on the other side of the clearing.

"You wait here, don't run around."

He stuffed a peeled chestnut into Finger's mouth, took out the fox mask from his arms and put it on, with his hands forming a dharma seal, shining brightly.

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