A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Chapter 75 20. Life has many possibilities, as long as you have...

This made Levi think of another thing.

How did Chen, a 2E veteran, manage to live peacefully in Bridgewick for five or six years? He is also the contact person, at the center of the vortex, and many wizards know him.

Lao Chen's own explanation for this is that his rating is too low and others don't look down on him.

But now it seems that this explanation is strange. There are few E-level wizards, but they always exist. They have no reason not to target Lao Chen who is standing in the open.

I'm afraid he is also related to the gang?

Li Weimo rubbed his chin and thought, and Reese raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

"In short, avoid going to places like this in the future. Ninety-nine percent of gatherings are used by local powers for fishing. They use this method to identify and record how many wizards there are in their territory."

Li Wei nodded. He already had a plan, so naturally he didn't need to go on such a wild road.

At this time, there were footsteps outside the door, and the three men slumped on the sofa and chairs turned to look over.

"We are back~"

The door was pushed open and it was Field Westin wearing a black polo coat. Behind her was Martha Miramon Garcia, wearing a new off-white shirt and skirt.

"I also brought a souvenir -" Field's hands behind his back were revealed. It was a glass jar containing a transparent formalin solution, with a brain floating in the liquid.

"Qiang Qiang! The water ghost's brain was harvested yesterday."

She held the jar and shook it, and the water ghost's brain swayed around inside.

It was an irregular-shaped white object, about ten centimeters in diameter.

"Where are the four more?" Reese asked.

"It's downstairs, on the first floor. Can you get it up?" Field asked, putting the water ghost's brain on the table.

The Snowden Four were also given a secrecy level of 5, which meant they had some access to the supernatural.

But they will not even be told the word "wizard", and BOI will refer to it with more vague "superpowers" and "paranormal phenomena".

"Well, I don't want to move, so I'd better leave it alone..." Reese immediately yawned and buried himself in the small sofa.

Yesterday, he followed the police to search and count the Metalia family's properties, including a large amount of banknotes, gold jewelry, more than a dozen manors and various properties. He was busy until last night.

"lazy."

Field kicked him and plopped down on the other couch.

Martha sat next to Levi and thought for a while.

"Should I say something?" she asked doubtfully.

Logically speaking, the new member shouldn't be standing at attention to report, and then a black instructor rushed over and yelled at him with an expression like everyone owed him half a million.

"Marda! Tell me what is your sole purpose for joining BOI!"

"Do what you tell me to do, instructor!"

"Damn, Malda, you are such a fucking genius! This is the most amazing answer I have ever heard. Your IQ is at least 160! You are such a fucking genius! Investigator Malda!"

"Yes, Instructor!"

Is it right to do this twice?

Field blinked and looked over with a confused expression, saying that we are a BOI, not a Marine Corps. Who taught you this?

Little girl Lafite pointed at Levi innocently.

The latter shed a drop of cold sweat in embarrassment.

"Just a joke, just a joke." Levi looked at Team Leader Cruise as if asking for help.

"Let's discuss business. Do we have anything to do today?"

The elderly team leader leaned on his office chair, shook the "Federal Phoenix" he was reading, and answered casually.

"Nothing. We have an agreement with the police department to only conduct passive and minimal investigations."

"That is to say, as long as the police station does not ask for help, we will stand still... waiting for the 003 group to come over. They were in Montana before, and it will take about two days."

"If you feel bored, you can read the history of witchcraft. Martha has something else to learn."

Martha nodded and said, she had nothing to do.     The main reason is that I have no money and can’t do anything I want to do.

Levi raised his hand.

"I'm going out for a while."

Cruise looked over and asked, "Is there anything you can do?"

"I want to buy some materials for refining props, and, um, send my children to school."

……

The second day of October was sunny.

A train slowly pulled into the St. Francis train station. William Hanover, who was sitting in the window seat of the second car, was reading the new issue of the "Golden Wind". The newspaper reported Metalli as the front page. The Ya family has been outlawed for organizing drug trafficking, human trafficking, and subversion of the state, and all relevant personnel are wanted.

William, who had freckles, scratched his head, put down the newspaper, and rubbed his brows.

He has been activating his witchcraft: [Searching for Fragrance], which is very energy-consuming.

This witchcraft allows him to "smell" the location of the target in his mind in the form of scent. The more specific the impression of the target, the stronger the impression. This is a tracking type of witchcraft that is very rare among wizards. It is precisely because of this witchcraft that the "Potter" spared his life.

However, 4D's William is still too weak, and this vague feeling will be greatly weakened as the distance increases. Moreover, he doesn't even know what the person named "Levi" looks like. He spent a long time It took time to determine that it was this city—Saint Francis.

After getting off the train, William suddenly felt the smell in his nose suddenly intensify.

He couldn't help but feel happy, this meant that he was not far from his goal!

The train station is bustling with people. It's morning now, and people traveling here for work can be seen everywhere.

In a way, William was one of them.

With this thought in mind, William walked outside the station, intending to find a place to contact the "potter".

As he approached the door, he saw a newsboy selling things with a tray hanging on his chest. There were newspapers, periodicals, and various tobacco candies on the tray.

He happened to be a little hungry, so William walked over and got a bar of chocolate and a bag of coffee candies.

"Six cents, sir." The newsboy raised his head and smiled, "Today is my last day here, so everything is half price."

William nodded, took out his wallet full of cash, and drew a quarter - which he had taken from his parents' account.

While waiting for change, William asked casually.

"Have you found a stable job?"

"No, there is a kind gentleman who is willing to help me study." The newsboy said with a smile.

"Oh." William said in frustration, "Then you are so lucky, I can't encounter such a good thing."

"How could it be, sir? There are many possibilities in the future, as long as you are willing to fight for it." The newsboy folded the change and handed it to William.

"No, there are some things you don't know." William shook his head with some pity.

Wizards, potters, hunting each other... a series of things have long led him away from his original life.

He looked at the newsboy. What could a carefree kid like him know? If he had seen what he saw, he wouldn't think so.

"Okay." The newsboy finally shrugged, "Goodbye, sir... But I still want to say that hope exists at any time, as long as you have enough courage."

"courage?"

This word stung William a little. A child like the newsboy who had never seen anything was not qualified to talk about courage... He turned his head angrily, wanting to teach him a lesson, but found that the newsboy was no longer looking here. He was talking to a young man with black hair wearing a black coat.

A dangerous breath flowed from him into William's nasal cavity, and William stopped where he was.

Fortunately, they didn't pay attention here.

William opened his mouth, but finally gritted his teeth, turned around and left angrily.

　Let me think about what I can say here...

　　

　

(End of this chapter)