san francisco landowner

Chapter 116 Black Mist Studio

In the seaside suburb of Portsmouth, England, there is an extremely open and fertile grassland, which is green and vibrant. Among them, there is a river that flows into the sea. The water of this river is also clean, cold, pure and natural.

In the middle of the grassland, there is a large medieval-style dome castle, which occupies an unknown amount of land, and a forest grows behind the castle, like a back garden.

As you approach the castle, you can hear the chirping of various birds living in the forest behind. The chirping is very complicated, but it gives people an illusion of silence.

In the castle, in a study room full of old books, a blond girl was handing a portfolio to the old man in front of her.

The blond girl's face is still immature, but her eyebrows and red lips have already revealed her charming posture. It is Dale Hunter.

And the old man in front of her is the current head of the Hunter family, Gray Hunter!

"Dell, you are careless." Old Hunter sighed after taking the note.

"What?" Dale frowned, and the pride that had just risen in her heart was shattered in an instant, and she even grabbed Old Hunter's hand and shook it, "Grandpa, how can I!"

"Still saying no?" Old Hunter glared at Dale, and said angrily, "Everyone from Black Mist Studio has gone to say hello to you, and you still don't know anything!"

"Black Mist Studio?" A trace of fear flashed in Dale's eyes, and he hurriedly said, "I, I don't, I don't know."

"Oh, it's not your fault. After all, you are still young and inexperienced. Forget it, Dale, go and rest first." Old Hunter put the parchment on the desk, turned and sat down.

"Thank you, grandpa." Dale left in a low mood.

Half pay, there was a slight knock on the door outside the study.

"Come in." Old Hunter put down the parchment in his hand, his eyes sparkled, obviously this note gave him a little more understanding of witchcraft.

A middle-aged brown-haired man in a suit and blue feathers came in from outside the study room. He gracefully bowed to Old Hunter before slowly standing up straight.

"It was you who summoned me, my lord Gray." The brown-haired man is called Allen, an excellent wizard attached to the Hunter family, but in his early forties, he is already a high-level wizard.

"Alan, you have to investigate something." Old Hunter took a sip of black bean coffee.

"Please order!" Allen asked meticulously.

"Black Mist Studio, when Dale came back, someone from Black Mist Studio contacted him. Although nothing happened in the end, that old ghost would not do boring things, so go and investigate , the purpose of people from the Black Mist contacting Dale!" Old Hunter said worriedly, always feeling that something was about to happen.

"Black Mist Studio?... I understand." Allen frowned. The name of Black Mist is notorious and powerful in the British wizarding world. He has always acted both righteously and evilly. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

"Alan, with your strength, you can easily deal with ordinary black mist wizards. As for that old ghost..." Hunter frowned. The strength of that old ghost black mist is too terrifying. It is estimated that he has to kneel and sing conquest.

"I will investigate carefully, don't worry, Lord Gray." Alan's face quickly returned to normal, and he left the study after a salute.

……

At San Francisco Airport in the United States, a plane flying from the UK slowly landed on the runway. Two middle-aged British men who looked dusty stepped off the plane with their pockets in their eyes, and quickly disappeared from the airport surveillance cameras. .

After a few months, the world's most popular and most competitive NBA league officially begins!
The Golden State Warriors will host the visiting Spurs!

After several months of running-in, several superstars of the Warriors seem to be ready to go, intending to ravage the Spurs without Stone Buddha.

At least, in the eyes of the vast majority of fans, that is the case.

The night before the game, Curry came to Fort Baker for a drink. There seemed to be nothing wrong with his expression, but Jing Qi, who was quick-witted, still noticed the uneasiness in his heart.

"I remember that last season, the Thunder defeated the Spurs, and you Warriors defeated the Thunder again. In this way, you will win tomorrow's game." Jing Qi fully demonstrated his professionalism as a fake fan.

Curry almost sprayed him in the face after taking a sip of wine, and he didn't want to explain anything.

"Anyway, these tickets are for you. Maybe you should experience the crazy shouts of the fans in a real stadium." Curry burped, seemingly drunk, "You, The wine here is pretty good, which winery did you buy it from?"

Jing Qi couldn't help but rolled his eyes, nonsense, this wine is medicinal wine made by him using ancient recipes, originally he drank it himself, but after he found the spiritual vein, this wine became dispensable to him.

"I brewed this myself." Jing Qi generously pointed to the one-third of the wine bottle left on the table, and said, "You're welcome, you can take it away if you can't drink it."

"Really?" Curry glanced at the wine bottle, squeezed his eyebrows, and said without treating himself as an outsider at all, "I think you should get another bottle, no, take out two bottles."

Jing Qi is not very good at drinking, but tigers, elephants and leopards, these three black people, since drinking this medicinal wine, firstly, this wine is really exciting, and secondly, drinking this wine has improved their physical fitness to varying degrees, So he always took this wine as a treasure, even if Jing Qi dared to go to the wine cellar to get wine in front of these three, if it was someone else, even the old housekeeper, Old Jack, would be scared away by their fierce eyes.

"Of course, you can go to the wine cellar to get it yourself, I think you'll like it there." Jing Qi really wanted to see how the three black people in the back would choose when faced with idols and good wine.

And the answer came out quickly.

Tiger is a die-hard fan, although he loves wine, but in front of the idol, no matter how much his heart hurts, he said: "You can take the wine in the wine cellar!"

Leopard is more reserved: "Didn't the boss say, take two bottles, too much is not good."

Elephant is more realistic: "I think as a basketball player, alcohol should be banned, but since idols want to drink, then, then, give me half a bottle?"

Fortunately, Curry was a little drunk at this time, otherwise he would have to blacklist the latter two black people.

Curry couldn't drive when he was drunk, so Jing Qi wanted to find a replacement driver, but Tiger was not happy, and insisted on taking the idol home, just seeing the way he looked at Curry...it seemed a little abnormal.

In view of this situation, Jing Qi asked Leopard to drive Curry home.

Before leaving, Jing Qi put a real wood spiritual energy on Curry, so as not to affect the game when he wakes up tomorrow with a sore back.

As for the three tickets, since they were all sent over, it would not be a good idea not to go. It just so happened that Jing Qi, Tiger and Elephant each divided up one ticket. As for Leopard, heck, it’s better not to tell him about it yet.

(End of this chapter)