Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 149 The Second Generation Dark Lord's Horrible Nymphomaniac Mother
"But you said you've taken care of two of them. Have you found the other one, too?"

"Yeah." Taber nodded after hearing this. "It was our luck before, but this is your luck. An ancient pure-blood family wants to switch to the shampoo business and needs investment."

"Hey, didn't you say there wasn't such a family..." He Songling looked at Taber in surprise.

"That's right. This family is not a family of potion masters. They even had a great reputation in our Magic Association."

Taber threw the document on the table and opened it with magic. "Henry worked in the Magic Association from 1913 to 1921. He condemned the then president of the British Association for not helping ordinary people when the world war came. He believed that this was a loss of face for wizards."

"It's really embarrassing." Speaking of this, He Songling was able to hold his head high. When the national crisis came, Lao Zhong's Yi Ren sect took decisive action. Even when many members of the sect died because of this, they did not retreat.

"Recently... Oh, Henry's young son Frémont wants to create a shampoo to combat the increasingly serious hair loss problem among the British... Haha." He Songling could hardly hold back from laughing out loud. This was in line with the British sentiment.

"Yeah." Taber didn't think it was so funny. After all, it was just a common phenomenon in English teaching, almost one of the three major daily routines of English teaching, along with bad weather and gays. "He heard about your achievements and the size of your company, and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself."

"Then I'm really lucky." He Songling thought about it. If Fremont's shampoo is really good, the economic value of this thing is also limitless. After all, from the era he traveled through, the hair loss rate in China has also been steadily increasing.

"Then let's do this. Send a message to tell him to wait for us to come. Let's first go find the relic of the academy's founder, Taber." He Songling knew how important the Resurrection Stone was to Taber, and he also wanted to hold it in his hands quickly.

Otherwise, Tubber might be another variable. According to Dumbledore's setting in the original Harry Potter book, he was over a hundred years old and could not resist the temptation of the Resurrection Stone, and even died because of it.

Taber, who has not yet turned 50, is really afraid that he will turn evil if something goes wrong even though the Resurrection Stone is right in front of him.

All kidding aside, this guy has turned evil and is even scarier than the Dark Lord.

"Thank you." Taber also understood what He Songling meant. But Taber was a reasonable person. First, no matter what, they chose to help him first. Second, they were two Orientals, and they were actually thinking about preventing him from turning evil so as not to endanger the safety of the West.

This can be said to be a noble character.

Even though they didn't know the coordinates of the destination, He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei couldn't use the escape technique to go there directly, but Taber could use the Phoenix to take them along.

There was a flicker of firelight, and when I opened my eyes again, I had arrived at the village of Great Hangleton.

"It's good to be in a small place, it's convenient to go everywhere." He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei sighed. When they first traveled from the southeast to Xiangxi and then to the Miao area in the southwest, it was not so convenient.

Taber took the two of them to a rather shabby house and knocked gently on the door. The wooden board-built house, which was leaky everywhere, began to shake immediately.

"Brother Taber, please don't knock down someone's house." He Songling joked.

But Taber's control over the power was obviously very good, the house did not collapse, and soon an old man with an untidy beard, a decadent face and untidy clothes opened the door.

"Taber, you're here." He glanced at He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei coldly, turned around and walked in without greeting them.

Taber took the lead and walked in.

"You're such a beggar!" He Songling sneered and walked into the house. Zhang Zhiwei followed him.

As expected, the house was even more shabby, with not much furniture, just some simple wooden tables and chairs, which looked dirty, covered with oil stains, and had many traces of being eaten by rats and termites. "I won't invite you to sit down," the old man said rudely.

"What else?" He Songling looked at the only chair, where there was a woman sitting... or rather curled up. The woman's hair was not too ugly, but it was not pretty either.

Perhaps due to years of malnutrition, his hair was like dead grass and his face had a very neurotic expression.

"This is the mother of the second generation Dark Lord." He Songling looked at the woman, and the woman also looked at him.

The moment she saw He Songling's handsome face, a light flashed in the woman's eyes. It was not the light of hope, but the light of a hungry beast seeing rotten meat.

Greedy, vicious, and cruel, it seemed that he wanted to eat He Songling alive.

This was not just an adjective. The woman actually opened her mouth wide, baring her yellow, gap-filled teeth, and growled at He Songling in an ambiguous tone, with saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

"What is this?" He Songling pointed at the woman and asked the old man without any politeness.

"My daughter. Why, she likes you? Indeed, your little white, hum, little yellow face is quite handsome, and this woman likes this tune. But it's useless. I won't give you things just because of her liking for you. If you want something, you have to pay for it."

"Ow!"

Before He Songling could reply, the woman roared and jumped towards He Songling from her chair.

"Fuck! Get out!"

He Songling subconsciously kicked out and kicked the crazy woman away. Fortunately, He Songling's control of strength was perfect, and the woman punched a hole in the dilapidated wooden wall and rolled away. If an ordinary person kicked her, the house would collapse.

"The second generation Dark Lord's mother is indeed a horrible nympho. She will do anything for a handsome guy. No wonder his father later let this crazy woman drugged and raped him." He Songling wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still feeling scared.

so horrible.

He had never been so frightened even when he was hunted by both the black and white forces in his country.

“Puchi…Haahahahaha!”

Zhang Zhiwei, who was standing beside him, couldn't help laughing and laughed like Maori Kogoro.

Normally, He Songling always mocked him for being ugly, but today he finally got his revenge: "Hey, Old He, being too handsome isn't a good thing, huh? Hahahaha!"

"Fuck you!" He Songling was so angry that he took out his gun and was about to shoot the old Taoist priest.

"Here is what you want." The old man didn't care about his daughter's life or death, and said coldly to He Songling and the other two. He held a box in his hand, and inside the box was a gold ring inlaid with a black gemstone, which was emitting a strange light.

(End of this chapter)