202: Chapter 200 You're too free? Go to England and grab tickets!

When Zhao Qi hurriedly arrived at the Director's office, what he saw was Luo Xiling in the middle of "offering incense."

This girl had somehow found an altar table, resting the moon bright sword horizontally on a wooden sword rack, and even properly placed an incense burner with three sticks of smoking bamboo incense inside.

Looking at Luo Xiling kneeling before the table and kowtowing devoutly, Zhao Qi was utterly bewildered: "What are you doing?"

"Performing a ritual."

"Why are you performing a ritual?"

Luo Xiling's expression was solemn: "Since returning from the mountaintop, I've been trying to execute that sword strike of Master's, but I always fail."

"So you're offering incense?"

"To build a relationship with the sword spirit."

"Immortal Xu never said the moon bright sword had a sword spirit, did he?"

"Leave her be." The Director interrupted the two, questioning, "What have you been doing lately, looking for Taoist priests and monks every day?"

"They cheated me out of my money!"

"Enough, enough."

Waving his hand to stop Zhao Qi's impending complaints, the Director first recounted the matter of the Hogwarts documentary, then asked:

"You and Yue Ruo are responsible for finding the disciples Immortal Xu has his eye on. Any news?"

"Director." Hearing this, Zhao Qi's face fell, "I've been searching for half a month and haven't found a single trace. I reckon Immortal Xu hasn't released any tokens yet."

Ye Ming stood up and said, "I agree.

Given the speed of information transmission on the internet today, even a hint of a rumor would spread across the country in a very short time."

It was a well-founded view, and the Director agreed in his heart.

However, despite their side being the first to have contact with the 'extraordinary,' others were getting ahead in learning it. Moreover, the relationship between the other side's wizards and their own Cultivators was unclear, making it inevitable for the Director to feel anxious.

He pondered for a moment: "Ye Ming, what you say makes sense, but we can't just wait... and I suspect, is it possible that the people who obtained the tokens are in remote, economically underdeveloped areas?"

Perhaps seeing what he was worried about, Ye Ming smiled: "Director, are you worried that if they master extraordinary powers before we do, they will pose a threat to us?"

"It's inevitable."

"I, however, believe there's no need to be too hasty about this."

"How so?"

Organizing his thoughts, Ye Ming explained: "We once mentioned the wizards to Immortal Xu. Immortal Xu said they wouldn't dare come."

"I believe Immortal Xu."

The Director folded his arms across his chest: "But we can't always passively wait for Immortal Xu to solve our troubles for us. Otherwise, what will Immortal Xu think of us?"

Feeling the Director had a point, Ye Ming thought for a moment: "Then how about this.

Until we see Immortal Xu again, the Special Investigation Bureau will conduct screenings in townships across the country with difficult communications, including mountain villages without internet that are isolated from the outside world."

This was undoubtedly a task with a massive workload, but as the Director said, if they always acted like children waiting for their parents to feed them, what would Immortal Xu think of the Special Investigation Bureau?

"No time to lose, go do it immediately."

"Yes."

Ye Ming walked toward the door: "Xiao Miao, contact Sister Yue to return immediately. Luo Xiling, stop kowtowing; you're going to the countryside with the working group.

You have the moon bright sword; perhaps it will react to Immortal Xu's tokens.

Brother Zhao..."

Speaking of Zhao Qi, the Director suddenly spoke up: "Isn't he very free?

It just so happens I was thinking we should check out the situation with that Hogwarts thing. Tell him to get his ass to Ying Country and grab a ticket."

"This... then Brother Zhao..."

"I'll go, I'll go." Zhao Qi patted his pants and left the room, presumably to buy a plane ticket.

...

Three days later, London.

The Queen's magic performance was in intense preparation. The five of them had not yet received a notice for practice; besides, there wasn't much to rehearse for this sort of thing.

They were just freshmen with limited knowledge, knowing only a few simple spells.

Moreover, aside from that one time with Dumbledore, magic had never been displayed in reality. If they performed it slightly incorrectly, so what? Could the audience even tell?

Ever heard of the 'right of final interpretation'?

Therefore, during these days, the five of them were all resting at their respective homes.

Toby went home to be with his wife and daughter; after all, he was a family man and couldn't just go wherever he pleased like Leon.

As for why Leon wasn't staying at home, it was entirely because of a quarrel with Klaisi.

The two of them had engaged in a heated debate over whom they owed their loyalty to.

Klaisi stated that Suleiman was the Prince of Ying Country and the legal next heir to the throne.

The agreement they signed was to work for the Royal Family. Was Suleiman not a member of the Royal Family?

Leon angrily rebuked him, calling it nonsense that disregarded the facts; the agreement clearly stated they were to be loyal to the Queen.

Neither side could gain the upper hand in the argument. Leon slammed the door and left in a rage, finding a hotel to stay in.

Afterward, perhaps finding it truly boring to stay in his room every day, he took to the streets to wander around.

But the streets of London at this time were not suitable for sightseeing.

Squeezed to the side of the road by a marching crowd carrying banners, Leon, who hadn't been paying attention to the news, was a bit dazed. What were they protesting?

He stopped a passerby and asked, only to find out they were demanding the Royal Family open the ticket sales channel for the magic performance.

For some reason, the public outcry was enormous, yet the Royal Family turned a blind eye, delaying the announcement of how to obtain tickets.

In response, someone posted a short article online, stating that the powerful and wealthy must have taken all the seats.

This fit perfectly with people's imagination of greedy aristocrats.

For a time, the support grew loud and then intensified.

Under the call of an anonymous netizen, London residents printed banners, put on custom-made coats, pushed open their doors, and took to the streets, forming a massive procession like merging streams.

After checking the news, Leon pocketed his phone. Watching the crowd pass before him, he estimated that it wasn't just London citizens; tourists from other regions and even foreign countries likely made up a significant portion.

He even saw an Asian face.

Except the other person's expression was very strange, full of struggle, as if they were being swept along by the crowd.

After watching for a while and seeing the man desperately trying to push his way out of the crowd, Leon suddenly realized—he wasn't just 'like' that!

Rushing to the edge of the throng, he reached out his hand, and the man caught it understandingly.

"I'm really fucking having a bad day!" The man Leon pulled out muttered a sentence in Chinese that he didn't understand.

However, judging by his angry face, he was likely cursing.

"Thank you, you've been a big help." After the man finished cursing, he switched to English to express his gratitude.

He knew English.

Leon breathed a sigh of relief: "No problem, it's just a small thing.

Um, how did you get caught up in the protest march?"

A march wasn't a riot; they usually avoided busy areas.

They would also use loudspeakers so that uninvolved pedestrians could notice them from a distance and move to the side of the road ahead of time.

Normally, they wouldn't sweep bystanders into the procession.

That was why Leon had been standing there dazed just now, only realizing he should help when he saw the man's movements to push his way out.

"Don't mention it, I fucking..." Perhaps feeling it was rude to use profanity toward a stranger, especially one who had helped him, the man stopped himself and introduced himself instead, "My name is Zhao Qi. How should I call you?"

"Leon."

"Are you a London local?"

"Yes."

"That's great!

I have some things I'd like to ask you. Also, to thank you for your help, how about I treat you to a meal?"

"Uh, I happen to be free."

"Let's go!"