"...At that time, I remember that the handling suggestions given by the Ministry of Magic in various places were to return the 'saints' to their original registered place, and then the local Ministry of Magic was to be tried, and those who should be closed were released. Can you understand what I mean? This is actually similar to the set made by the Ministry of Magic in Yingguo back then. A group of loyal people were locked up, and then knocked a sum of money from other people with unstable will and let them go. In this way, the people in the Ministry of Magic could get a lot of profit.

Unfortunately, the people of the International Wizards Federation are not so ruthless, especially when facing the loyal saints, they are not even bothered to be in the way of being in the dead, and they are directly sentenced to death! So all the hard-boned saints were killed.

The guys who were not that hard but still had hope for His Excellency Grindelwald decided to surrender and offer a large amount of bail to the International Wizards Federation to seek the funeral.”

Hearing this, Link's mouth slowly rose and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Then your fake surrender slowly turns into real surrender."

Beckman was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then his expression became sad and pulled his hair in pain:

"I should have died with other saints back then, but I was so stupid that I believed their words."

Link didn't reply. He just looked at Beckman's painful appearance quietly, his heart was not fluctuating, and he even wanted to laugh.

It is difficult to tell whether Beckman’s truth is the truth. After all, there were many people among the people who said the water was too cold back then who made some compensation because they couldn’t stand the guilt in their hearts.

It is also difficult to tell whether they are good or bad.

However, Link was not interested in distinguishing, he only cared about interests.

After pulling his hair for a long time, Beckman finally calmed down.

He patiently re-tied his hairstyle and then continued:

"Those guys have done a lot of things that I'm sorry to Mr. Grindelwald over the years, and have also gained a lot of benefits from the German Ministry of Magic and the International Wizards Federation. Originally, because they were all brothers and sisters, I have always been looking forward to them to return to justice. But this time I really can't stand it. Link, do you know what they are going to do?"

Seeing Beckman speaking seriously, Link also responded with great tactfulness:

"do what?"

"They all lived a good life, so they were very afraid that Mr. Grindelwald would come back to settle the score with them one day. So they planned to meet Mr. Grindelwald again at the end and talk to Mr. Grindelwald to see if he could make Mr. Grindelwald considerate and considerate them, and to make Grindelwald more decent."

"I guess if Grindelwald doesn't want to be decent, those people will help him be decent, right?"

Link said with a sneer.

You should know that Grindelwald is different from ordinary prisoners. He has a certain degree of freedom and refuses to visit everyone.

These traitors used the excuse of "visiting" and "talking" to go to Grindelwald to tell things that were decent and undecent, and they were obviously preparing to kill people.

"Yes, so I really can't stand it this time." Beckman's expression became ferocious, "They have developed too fast over the years. My strength alone can't punish them at all, so I found you, Link.

The Beckman family and the Foley family are almost enough. As long as you promise me that I can cooperate, I will hand over the Beckman family to you after the matter is done, and we may even try to get involved in the property of those traitors. In addition, if possible, I hope you can meet His Excellency Grindelwald."

"I can agree to the cooperation, it is not too difficult for me. As for Grindelwald..."

Link waved his hand and said.

It's not that he doesn't want to see Grindelwald.

Link was actually very curious about the first generation of Dark King like Grindelwald.

Not to mention that Grindelwald might have some gold skill points to earn. He is now short of one golden skill point to increase the Shenfeng Shadowless Curse to LV7.

The problem is - Grindelwald is not necessarily willing to see him.

Looking back, Grindelwald didn't see him, and it would be bad if Beckman turned against him.

"Don't worry, this is just an extra request from me. Whether you see the Lord Grindelwald or not will affect your inheritance of the Beckman family." Beckman shook his head and said, "Of course, it's best to have a few more words to talk about when you see it. After all, the glory and ideals of our group of people will still have to be inherited. I can't convince you anymore, so I can only rely on Lord Grindelwald."

"If that's the case, I can agree." Link also breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Then make an unbreakable oath."

"Don't worry about this. I mean, when I go back, I'll find your mother to be our proof. Do you think she will come over for this reason?"

"certainly."

"That's good, to be honest, I miss her very much. Just do this when you go back. But at the moment, we have another more important thing to solve."

Beckman said, waving his wand vigorously. The dark forest in front of the two was instantly separated from each other, revealing a dilapidated and low thatched hut.

Beckman took Link to the thatched hut and said solemnly again:

"There is a dinner party held in this room by the betrayers, who will discuss the detailed matters about the assassination of His Excellency Grindelwald and mobilize. As one of the cowards who surrendered that year, I naturally received an invitation. I brought you here tonight, and the main purpose is to let you in and recognize people, and it is easier to punish them when it comes to sanctions.

Of course, I must confirm with you again before actually entering.

Are you really willing to get involved in this mess?”

"Of course!" Link curled his lips, "Or what would I do with you in this Moji for a long time?"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Beckman's lips. He nodded, and finally pushed open the rotten wooden door that was so ragged that it seemed to fall down by the wind.

Unlike the dilapidated appearance, this thatched hut has a huge space inside and is extremely luxuriously decorated.

Under the bright light of the magic lamp, the high mountains of wine glasses and countless delicacies were placed casually on a long table covered with white cloth.

Around the long table are more precious magical portraits, furniture inlaid with gems and chandeliers.

Link had long been used to the disguised secret room where the traceless stretching spell was imposed, so his attention was naturally focused on the people in the banquet hall.

Compared to the huge space in the banquet hall, there are actually not many people here.

Apart from the two erotica performing children's programs in the center of the banquet hall, there are only eight people here.

Four of the old or young men were waving around the two vegetarians.

Two women, who were obviously twins, gathered in the corner of the banquet hall and whispered to another mother and son.

What Link and Beckman arrived attracted everyone's attention.

In just a moment, everyone's eyes were betting on them, and even the two vesvas instinctively stopped performing, maintaining a difficult position, waiting for the host of the banquet to announce the continued banquet.

Beckman was completely unwilling to this kind of gaze. He pressed his wand against his throat and introduced it with a voice transmission spell:

"Along with the Beckman family, there were five families that surrendered that year. I saw the mother and son with black hair in the corner. They were from the Schwartz family. The old woman was the only son of her husband when she followed Lord Grindelwald. After surrendering, she did more and more excessively in this regard, so her son Schwartz should not know who his father was.

What? You ask me what their name is?

My dear grandson, you don't need to know the names of these dying people at all, it's a waste of time. You just need them to belong to the Schwartz family, and there are many beauty industries under the Schwartz family.

The twin women who chatted with them, mother and son were from the Kugel family, and their father was the most coquettish one who had just yelled at Veva.

The Kugel family is the most unpromising in all families. Old Kugel has no industry at all, and it all depends on his beautiful socialite daughter who cheated on money to support him.

As for the other three people, the old and young people who looked very similar were from the Hartman family. The people in their family were all reckless men who were used to being used as guns. Old Hartman's son was cheated to death, but now he is his grandson, little Hartman.

However, among this group of people, the Hartmann family is the richest. They monopolized many underground businesses in the German wizarding world. For example, the two vevas were brought by them. Their family used great control over the nightingales in this kind of tavern.

Oh! Little Hartman seems to be coming to us. Look at you, Link."

After saying that, Beckman smiled with his arms crossed his chest.

He wanted to see what Link would do about this.

At the same time, the little Hartman, who was big and thick, like a boxer than a wizard, rushed to Link quickly.

He first looked at Beckman and Link carefully before he said to Beckman with malicious intentions:

"Uncle Beckman, is this the heir you call? Link Fly? It should be called this name, right? The fool from the Foley family."

While speaking, Hartman looked at Link again, and deliberately provoked his chest forward as if he was provocative, approaching very close to Link, and looked down at Link with his height of more than two meters, with his eyes full of mockery.

Link ignored him and turned his attention to the rest of the banquet hall.

He found that both Hartman's father and others were just watching what was happening here with enthusiasm, but he did not want to stop Hartman, who was obviously not kind enough to come.

‘Test?’

Link's brain was running rapidly. After thinking of Beckman's previous description of Hartman and his son, he basically confirmed that Hartman was likely to be used as a gun again this time.

"Hey, Link, why don't you speak?" Perhaps because Link didn't respond for a long time, the smile on his little Hartman's face became even more ferocious, "Okay, I forgot you are a fool again. Although your mother has set off for you to win this year's Three Championship, you are still a fool in nature."

Hartman turned his head and looked at Beckman, "Uncle Beckman, maybe you should really consider the decision of my grandfather to let me inherit your Beckman family. You should know that the reason why your grandson became so stupid is that there is a problem with your Beckman family's bloodline. If I, a member of the Hartman family, may be able to improve the bloodline of the Beckman family, so that there will be no such fool heir, right?"

After saying that, Hartmann laughed proudly.

Not only him, but although the others in the banquet hall were not as exaggerated as Hartman, they also had a sarcastic smile in their eyes when they looked at Link.

Amid the crazy laughter of Hartman, Link had no expression on his face, as if he was really stupid.

But his hand suddenly raised, and looked like a sword point, gently tapping on Little Hartman's chest.

This made Hartmann stunned for a moment.

He looked down at the fingers on his chest, then at Link, who was expressionless, and grinned:

"No, no, right? You won't expect to stab to death with these two fingers..."

Hartman's voice came to an abrupt end.

Link's two fingers on the little Hartman's chest suddenly shot out a strange dark blue light, bounced out the huge body of Hartman's body and happened to fall to the feet of his father, Old Hartman.

Not only that, Link also added the cold poison that he had just mastered not long ago to the attack, so now there is a blue-gray color on Little Hartman's charred chest that is eroding the flesh and blood around him.

"Ah!~"

Little Hartman screamed and rolled and struggled on the ground, while his hands kept grabbing randomly on his chest.

Unfortunately, this behavior not only did not relieve his pain, but on the contrary, it also stained his hands with the blue-gray cold poison.

Old Hartman was almost broken when he watched from the side. He stood by and kept calling out Little Hartman's name, but he didn't dare to get started - he saw the terribleness of the cold poison.

Not only him, but the rest of the people who were still watching Link's jokes could no longer laugh.

As Link expected, they were indeed testing whether Link, Beckman's so-called heir, was enough.

Even the Hartmans are not that stupid. Just think about it carefully. How could a person who can be so good in the underground circle be a fool?

Stupid and reckless are just the character they show to outsiders.

They also had many guesses about Link's reaction to the temptation.

For example, Link may use super high words and emotional intelligence to cleverly regain face without completely messing up the atmosphere.

Or maybe Link directly threw out his extraordinary family background to shock Hartman. They knew that Link, who came from the Fley family, had this ability.

But what they could never imagine was that Link didn't even let Hartman say a few words and then took action.

And when you take action, you will be a silent magic that you have never seen before, with a stickless magic!

Is this really a little wizard who has not graduated from school yet?
Chapter completed!