Klein's original plan hadn't involved Knockturn Alley at all.
But there was a saying, wasn't there?
"Plans never keep up with change."
Whether he liked it or not, he was stuck with the title of "Lord."
As he stepped onto the ancient flagstone streets of Knockturn Alley, Klein's mood was nowhere near as calm as he appeared.
For some reason, he remembered an old Cantonese song he'd heard many years ago.
"Stepping into the Jianghu is my fate; I never wanted to be a bad boy~"
"Lord?"
Seeing Lord Soren stop in his tracks, Avery—now dressed in fine clothes—hurried over. His greasy face was full of fawning smiles.
"Lord, whatever you need, just leave it to me."
Seeing this, Caractacus stepped forward alongside Avery, unwilling to be outdone, and bowed his head respectfully.
To be honest, ever since the obsequious toady Avery had appeared, Caractacus's position as "Lord Soren's officially appointed lackey" had come under serious threat.
He regretted it.
Back when Lord Soren was still the "boss," why hadn't he tried harder to build a good relationship with him?
And now, just like that, the "boss" had become the "Lord" acknowledged by all the dark wizards.
Caractacus could still serve at his side only because of their past relationship. But with more and more people gathering around Lord Soren, what would become of him?
So he had to work hard. He absolutely couldn't let someone else push him out!
"I was thinking that this street seems a little too small."
He couldn't exactly say that a bizarre Chinese song was looping in his head, so Klein's thoughts shifted, and he spoke calmly. His dark eyes seemed to contain all the mysteries of the universe.
Meeting that profound gaze, Caractacus and Avery lowered their heads in awe. After privately turning