“You have to beat that Miller up for me. Just like when you beat Raymond's son."
Roy patted Henry's shoulder admonishingly. His face in the moonlight showed even more brutality. Henry nodded promisingly.
"Okay. I'll definitely give that guy my strongest punches. You have to be careful, too.”
"Okay, I'll go."
Roy finished his words and turned to go straight to where the witches were. Henry saw his friend successfully attract the attention of the guards and immediately rushed to the other path. He had just hidden behind a trash can when a witch turned and looked in the direction of the path. This guard felt as if something had moved behind him.
“Hey, I'm talking to you. Are witches always impolite like this?”
Roy saw that the guards were turning their heads to watch in the direction Henry was moving, so he deliberately shouted. This tone caused the witches to glare angrily:
“Do you know what you are talking about? This is our territory, werewolves like you have no place here. Get out."
"Hmph, how do you explain that witches have been harming other werewolves lately?"
The more Roy thought about it, the more angry blood rushed to the top of his head. Indeed, the community of werewolves endured in exchange for the contempt of these wretched witches. And the guards seemed to have just heard a joke and burst into laughter:
“Hahaha if you guys are strong enough then just fight back. Too weak to accept defeat or become slaves to us witches…”
"Damn it."
Roy gritted his teeth and swung a fist at the man who just said it. His punch used all his strength, so the other guy was thrown a meter. The remaining guards saw their comrades lying on the ground and became aggressive. They all drew their wands and pointed them at Roy. He immediately jumped up.
Under the moonlight, Roy turned into a huge wolf. Dark gray fur and golden brown eyes appear. It didn't take long for Roy to swing his sharp claws. The witches also chanted spells at the same time. From the wand shot ghostly rays of light. That's the cause of werewolf deaths lately.
Roy masterfully dodges and cleverly finds a way to approach the witches. He successfully caught one. It didn't take long for Roy to tear him to pieces. Blood was still lingering on Roy's sharp teeth. The rest of the witches were even angrier. They relentlessly launched their attacks on Roy. And unfortunately, he took a hit. Roy was immediately thrown into the air and then fell hard to the ground. Pain shot through his body, causing Roy to wince.
On this side, Henry has successfully sneaked into the main building of the name Louis Miller through the window on the first floor. He looked around and realized that this was a book room. Henry immediately went to the room door. Before opening it, he pressed his ear to the wall to listen to the situation outside. Lively music comes. Looks like there's a party going on.
Henry carefully opened the door. There was no one outside in the hallway. He frowned at the terrain around him. It was only then that Henry realized that he didn't know where the Miller's room was. While bewildered, voices came from the stairs. Henry quickly returned to the book room in a panic. Through a small opening, he saw two witches. They were carrying a cardboard box and lamenting incessantly.
“Hmm… why are we going to put our stuff away? I'm having fun with the party."
“Hold on, we're newcomers so we won't avoid getting errands. Come on, bring it back to Mr. Miller's room or we'll be in trouble."
Henry secretly rejoiced in his heart. Fortunately, there was someone to guide him. Henry waited for the two witches to disappear before opening the door to chase them. It turned out that Louis Miller's room was on the second floor.
Moonlight illuminates a dim space. The party music in the building also fades out. Outside, the sound of footsteps and laughter could be heard from outside. The door is pushed open. The array of dark space appears a light. A tall figure stood at the door of the room. He is Louis Miller - the leader of the Phantom wizard gang.
"What's wrong, Mr. Miller?"
A close subordinate saw Louis Miller suddenly open the door to the room but without entering. Louis squinted into the deep dark space. The corners of his mouth curled up into an amused smile.
"Nothing. I'm a bit tired today, so let's continue to discuss the work later tomorrow."
"Oh yes. So you try to rest."
The subordinates continued to speak of concern and then left. The corridor immediately returned to a state of silence. Louis then turned around and walked into his bedroom. The door was gently closed. He did not rush to turn on the light switch. The array of space returns to complete darkness. The sound of Louis' shoes rubbing against the carpet in the gloomy atmosphere created a chill. There was still an amused smile on his square face. Even a little barbaric.
Suddenly something came rushing from the left-hand side of Louis Miller. But he seemed to have foreseen it. It was unknown when his hand was already holding the wand magic. It didn't take him long to recite the spell aloud. A ghostly light flashed through the darkened room. It's lightning fast, straight to the target.
Boom!
The magic beam was missed. The bookshelf takes it all. A black burn cut it in half. The shredded papers flew through the air and hit the ground.
“Welcome Henry Lopez to Louis Miller's home.”
Louis raised his familiar slurred voice. He turned around to face the tall figure. That's Henry Lopez. He is crossing his arms over his chest. Very relaxed posture. It was as if the thing that hit Louis Miller a few seconds ago had nothing to do with him at all.