Chapter 130 Gambling

If you put aside racism and pure bloodism, Mr. R is indeed a good subordinate.

After Benson retreated to the second line, he organized many operations against Death Eaters and some cultists, which can be said to have been quite successful.

Xing Ze picked out a few of them, and then asked Maxim to forge letters with the church.

Maxim was involved in most of the operations, so what he wrote in the letter would stand up to investigation, unless the estate administrator betrayed him.

Of course, in order to avoid suspicion, there were also selected actions that Maxim was not involved in. The information from Albert gave Xing Ze more choices.

"Let's talk about where you got these letters first, right?" A changed the topic.

That's what they want to find out. Xing Ze secretly thought that they were suspecting that I was colluding with the church.

"Let's make a deal, A." Xing Ze said.

"I'm listening."

"Let me trace the fragments. No matter what the result is, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

"Trading needs to follow rules, young man." A said, and Xing Ze seemed to hear a hint of coldness in his tone, "You can't use an answer that should have been given to me as a bargaining chip.

"This is very unprofessional and unruly. I think you should also understand that if you can't explain how you obtained these letters, then the accusation against R will be questioned."

After saying these words, he added, "A very serious question."

"I know." Xing Ze nodded, "otherwise you wouldn't have brought so many people here tonight."

"I said, these people are just doing their job. As long as you cooperate, they are as harmless as air."

"Let's get back to our deal, A. Of course I won't be stupid enough to make a senior member of the Key Hall step down just by relying on these. Those things are the bargaining chips I use to exchange for an opportunity."

"What chance?"

"The opportunity to compete with the good horses you discovered."

Short on staff? No kidding, betrayal will not be tolerated in any form of organization. The reason why A doesn't believe it is actually very simple. He is afraid that all this is a conspiracy.

He suspected that Xing Ze colluded with the church and staged this good show together. So, with an allegation this serious, it wouldn't hurt to be cautious.

What's more, the young man in front of him still couldn't tell where these letters came from. Papers with lacquer seals can only be used by senior members of the church. What ability does he have to obtain these?

Too many questions make this accusation look suspicious. A leaned forward and listened patiently to what the other party said.

"If you can agree, then after the matter is over, I will give you what Benson has been investigating."

The mask moved violently.

"I know, you want this, don't you, Benson and Hanno von Winkler's research."

Xing Ze saw A's left hand begin to slowly tighten. The feeling of oppression became stronger and stronger, reaching the point where he could detect the source, which was the ever-changing metal mask.

"Very good, young man." A said, "Very well, I hope you are not lying to me. You know, I can let the boys behind me interrogate you now."

"I thought they were just harmless air?" Xing Ze replied not to be outdone. He saw several wizards stand up from their seats, "Or are you afraid that your good horse will lose to me?"

A raised his hand to signal, and the wizards sat back down, "This is not a transaction, it can only be said to be a gamble. Why, young man, what do you want to prove? Or, that piece Are fragments important to you?"

"I have reason to believe that the Sabbat Order and the Hidden Order are cooperating, possibly with Death Eaters and You-Know-Who among them.

"In view of the fact that we may face more complex and frightening darkness in the future. I need a strong backing who can fight against them, not a leader who only wants to climb up and constantly creates obstacles for his subordinates."

"I was a little surprised to hear this from an employee who had just become a full-time employee."

Xing Ze looked directly at the mask, and the sense of oppression was gradually fading, "Have you ever faced monsters from dreams? Or do you just sit in the office every day and just sign documents?"

"I've seen them, but not many."

"Really?" Xing Ze narrowed his eyes and used his will to resist the final oppression, "Then you should know that the oppression they bring is much more exciting than your mask."

A didn't reply. His left hand was clenched into a fist.

"A senior Key Hall executive who hides behind a mask and doesn't dare to face me with his true colors, for Merlin's sake. If I knew there were so many weirdos in this rotten organization, I should have raised my salary a little more.

"Okay, A, either accept my proposal or kill me here. If you choose the latter, think about it, I am not a waste to be slaughtered."

"There's no need to be so excited, young man." A let go of his left hand, "I accept this bet, but I won't bet on you to win."

"Very good." Xing Ze nodded. He didn't know why A suddenly accepted the proposal.

"To be fair," A continued, "What do you need? I don't think you can handle R alone."

"I will build my own team." Xing Ze said, "In addition, I hope to have the same authority as R."

"This is not too much to ask. Take out your "Key to the Door."

Xing Ze took out the book from the ring and placed it in the middle of the table.

A took out his wand, which was a short wand made of hornbeam wood, a very rare material.

The wand gently touched the cover of the book, and the complex and strange symbols lit up.

When the light disappeared, A took back the wand, "Okay, let's set a time. I don't want this bet to go on forever."

"Before the next summer vacation at Hogwarts." Xing Ze replied.

"One semester? Well - although I want to say it's a bit too long, at least you can give me a clear time. Unlike the Auror's office, there is no guarantee. So before I regret it, young man, go quickly."

Xing Ze stood up, finished the glass of soda, and walked out of the bar under the gaze of those wizards.

Not long after he left, a man walked out from the back of the bar, sat down opposite A, and threw his hat aside.

"Damn it, A, do you know how cold it is behind the bar?"

"I know, that's why I asked you to wait there."

"You will go to hell after you die. Oh, please, take off that damn mask. It makes me sick."

"It makes me sick too." A slowly took off the mask, revealing his original appearance.

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