Inside Simon's pickup truck.
The three old men were deeply dejected.
Simon drove the car, opening his mouth as if to speak, but in the end, he shut it again.
"We can't just go back like this. Rosier will chew us out," Leon said grimly.
Smith tapped the back seat with his cane in irritation. "Then what can we do? This town may be small, but aside from Rosier, who can find two people in a place with over twenty thousand residents?"
Leon stared out the window in silence for a while before finally speaking hesitantly.
"Maybe we can ask someone for help?"
Simon could not help but interject.
"Who?"
"Our old buddies."
In the northwestern outskirts of Abros, in a small town with only a few hundred residents.
Lynn and Professor Foxx were crouched behind a fence, peering into a farm.
The golden wheat was ready for harvest. On one side of the fields stood a cowshed with only a little over twenty cows inside.
The house beside the farm was quite well built, with two dogs tied up by the front door. Near the cowshed, they could vaguely see a Black man seemingly cleaning up cow dung.
"This is the place?"
"This is it! Didn't you see the sign over there? That fat old man named Simon is really narcissistic. He puts up his picture everywhere, like he's afraid people won't recognize him." Lynn clicked his tongue.
"What do we do next? Charge in?"
Lynn lowered his head and thought for a moment before turning to ask.
"Professor, can you deal with that Black man?"
Professor Foxx nodded.
"I can, but even without magic, wizards are much stronger than Muggles. What exactly do you mean by 'deal with' him?"
Lynn looked puzzled. "Knock him out or tie