Chapter 227 The Charm of Language and Zero-Frame Start

Harry swallowed, "What the hell is this?"

"We believe in the Triune Divine nature, magic, gods, and blood, and this is the divine blood and magic blood given to us by the gods." The old man explained.

"Oh, I respect this, but I'm sorry, I can't drink alcohol in my underage." Harry said with a step back.

"Of course I know, it's for myself."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"I squeezed orange juice for you." The old man said unstoppable.

"Ah?" Harry looked at the old man in amazement and took out a juicer that was not much cleaner than a Pig Head Bar cup. It was filled with orange and yellow liquid.

Another glass of blood-stained orange juice appeared in front of Harry.

"Please drink this glass of orange juice, which means that your magic and your bloodline will be deeply bound to the gods from now on." The old man said without forcing him.

"Oh...can I choose not to drink it?" Harry took another step back.

"You may think that we are a closed and backward wizard organization... Please don't refute, I can see it, but please rest assured that the Temple Brotherhood just doesn't focus on physical enjoyment, but you can gain spiritual and soul Rest."

Harry frowned, but soon his brows stretched out again, because he saw a figure with monocles behind the old man at some point.

With his backing back, he immediately began to show off his language art: "To be honest, I'm very suspicious."

"I can solve your doubts." The old man said with a smile without realizing the strangeness.

"You said your Temple Brothers would be much stronger than ordinary wizards? Then why do they occupy the entire Europe, and you are in this woods?" Harry once again asked a big question.

“…….”

"And you say you should protect ordinary people, because that is the responsibility of possessing magical people. So why did Voldemort not have you when he persecuted Muggles in England thirteen years ago, but those so-called ordinary wizards who turned against the gods, Dumbledore, The Ministry of Magic and the others fought with Voldemort? "Harry once again chatted to death.

“………….”

"And I remember you had cooperated with the Holy See to carry out witch hunting operations. While you used sweet sugar-coated shells to the young wizards, you burned adult wizards to charcoal. Then the god you believe in is the same as the god of the Holy See. If it is one, then why doesn’t the gods give magic to the believers who truly believe in him? Instead, they give ordinary wizards who do not believe in him?”

"If not, then why are you connected with a group of pagans you think? Are you really not ambitious people who lick the two gold coins of the Holy See? While holding the gold coins, begging for mercy to the powerful Holy See, the ordinary people are scattered while holding the gold coins. The wizard attacked hard and eliminated dissidents."

"But once ordinary wizards unite, you are like mice in the gutter, hiding in the woods of Sicily, saying the so-called groundless responsibility. In fact, you are just taking the little wizard out of their parents and relatives. Bad guys, you are not even as good as the medieval Holy See. At least their churches will really give candy to the children, but your churches are cultivating one magical scout after another. "

"It seems that the secret law has completely become your fig leaf, because it can only hide in this woods with high sound and peace of mind, regardless of the encirclement, without worrying about the confusion of the believers below, why are we? You can directly say that the secret method is because of the secret method, but sadly, this secret method is indeed your enemy, and ordinary wizards unintentionally build armor for you. "

"Compared with people like you, it would be better to let me take my wand to fight Voldemort alone. At least I might be able to curse him before dying, and maybe I could even tear off a piece of his flesh. .”

"And you are sucking the smelly pus and blood from the dark side of the Muggle, while waving the butcher knife at the innocent wizards. In comparison, Voldemort is much more open-minded, at least he never shy away from the broken things he has done. ! ”

"I want me to say that the most regrettable and incomprehensible thing on this innocent land in Sicily, Italy is why the faulty Mount Etna did not explode in the middle of the night that day and melt you all into the most stinky obsidian in the world! ”

Harry said so much in one breath, and then sadly discovered that there was nothing here that could moisten his throat slightly.

The old man took a deep breath and was about to refute Harry, when a small silver wine pot flew out from behind him and landed steadily in front of Harry.

"Thank me, what I'm filling today is not wine, but grape juice." Kayson reached out and patted the old man on the shoulder: "Should we talk about things that belong to adults?"

The old man sighed, and he looked at the silver marks on his right wrist. Kayson behind him and Harry in front of him knew it was his wand.

I saw that the old man just looked at the silver marks on his right wrist and drooped his hand the next moment. Then he suddenly raised his left hand. There was a larger silver gap on his left wrist, and it suddenly stretched out inside. A silver blade, like a sleeveless sword.

"Huh? The Temple Brotherhood...you should call the Assassin Brotherhood." Kaisen sneered at the Xiujian that was attacking him with two fingers.

"Maybe, because I am old and have long been famous, Professor Kaisen." The old man sighed and murmured.

"To this day, I still don't know why I am so famous for playing alchemy..." Kaisen took out his ears with his little finger helplessly.

“For talented people, the Brotherhood has always been open to the internet.”

Listening to what the old man said, Kaisen's hand, who had just finished picking up his ears, reached in again. He is now deeply surprised that these cults have made their brains even worse. After all, he is comparing with the old gang in front of him. Why? It should be him who prays to be open to him.

"What do you want to say?" the old man smiled: "I will give you a chance to join the Temple Brotherhood."

Kaisen nodded. He shouldn't have said even a word to this evil pen, but now it's time to say some basic politeness.

"In this way, you can resist my nine-shot curse."

The old man smiled and said, "You'll join in that way."

"If that happens, I'll pull the heaven-based dragon-slaying cannon." After Kayson finished speaking, he started at zero frame: "I'll get it!"