As the black mist dispersed, Allen and Lenn were already strolling through the old district filled with little red-tiled houses. Ruins of Roman-era buildings could be seen everywhere. The two Dark Wizards had been placed on a floating disc, trailing behind the Harris brothers, but the brothers' attention had been drawn to the nearby Ancient Roman Open-Air Theater.
The entire theater had been built against the mountain from white marble. From top to bottom, twenty rows of marble seats fanned out around the stage. Though the marble statues preserved on either side of the stage were already broken and incomplete, they still stood independent and beautiful.
Lenn noticed some modern equipment set up in the theater and asked curiously, "Muggles still use it for performances now?"
"The old and the modern do complement each other rather well." Allen glanced over, then said to Lenn, "Let's settle the two burdens behind us first and come back for a look. Muggles can't see them, but there's no guarantee we won't run into wizards..."
"We have to put them in separate places. Otherwise, who knows what the one who wakes up first might do to the other." Lenn pointed beside Allen. "You do it? You're better at this."
Allen nodded and amiably greeted a middle-aged Muggle nearby who had taken them for foreign tourists. He cast Legilimency on him, then brought the two Dark Wizards behind him to a Muggle hotel whose entire wall was painted with murals of ancient local customs. After booking a room, he stuffed the scrawny, shrimp-like Bulgarian wizard in his hands into an empty guest room.
After Lenn threw him onto the bed, he was about to turn and leave, but Allen did not move. He stroked his chin. "Wait. These two penniless wretches don't have any money