Chapter 49 Shot Seven Times in the Back... Suicide?

Rolf squatted on the ground, looking at the man who was shot seven times.

He had just come to find Margaret, but he didn't expect to see this scene as soon as he entered the room.

Rolf thought this guy had escaped, and he felt a little regretful. He didn't expect that he was met by Margaret and killed.

I can only say that it is very satisfying.

However, for a wizard... especially a dark wizard, isn't this way of death too insulting?

Let's not say that he died from "Avada eating big melon", even if he died from magic like "Disarm you", it is still magic.

The wizard was shot... I couldn't hold it.

Is this the witch hunter of the new era? Burning with fire is an outdated medieval way of death. Now we have to keep up with the times and popularize shooting and cannon execution?

Well, shooting is shooting... These two dark wizards first poisoned and attacked the tribe, killing many of Dana's people. The same way of death as Kennedy is considered a bargain for them.

In fact, Rolf and Margaret did not have too much psychological burden for killing dark wizards.

Rolf was a time traveler, and his mentality had long been mature. He knew that in the face of such dark wizards, either you die or they die... It's a very straightforward thing.

Margaret was more accustomed to it than Rolf. Her father was the director of the Auror Office and had offended many dark wizards and purgers.

Their family had been attacked before, and Margaret, who was still young at that time, had witnessed death.

So, Rolf squatted beside the corpse, thought about it, and finally said with a rather regretful tone:

"This guy actually used the Muggle way... to shoot himself."

"..."

Margaret looked at Rolf in surprise, and she was complaining in her heart, thinking that Rolf could lie more openly than her sister.

Since Rolf said suicide, it must be suicide. Margaret thought about it and asked: "Where are those Indians?"

"They are collecting the dead." Rolf sighed. Compared with these two dark wizards, they are the real innocents.

The boy told Margaret everything that happened in the square, including the strange Quetzalcoatl egg.

Margaret took the egg from Rolf and observed it curiously, but no matter how she looked at it, it was a fossil.

"What do you feel?" Rolf asked, "Do you feel your heart beating?"

"No." Margaret shook her head and said, "It just feels hard like a rock."

"It seems that it will need the magic of those Indians to awaken it." Rolf said softly.

Margaret held up the Quetzalcoatl egg and asked curiously, "What are you going to do with it?"

"Of course I will return it to Dana and the others." Rolf said calmly.

Of course he wanted to take it back for research, but this was a sacred object that the Indians had worshipped for centuries.

Asking people to "voluntarily" donate it and then rewarding them with 500 Galleons and a banner, isn't that ridiculous?

If Rolf took it away by force, what would be the difference between him and the guy who "committed suicide" lying on the ground?

Rolf thought that he was an "honest man" with a high moral bottom line, and of course he disdained to do things that were cunning and plundering.

Besides, to awaken this egg, you need Indian magic. He can't even speak their language, so it's useless to take it away.

Even if he learned the language, he would need to sacrifice his life to get that powerful power again. Who would he sacrifice?

After listening to Rolf's reasons, Margaret nodded slightly, but she still reminded:

"It may not be a good thing for them to stay. Since they are being remembered by others, someone may come to rob them again in the future."

"I will remind Dana to pay more attention." Rolf said softly:

"But no matter how they deal with it, it is their own choice, and we can only respect it."

The two stopped talking about this matter and began to count the property of the creeper, which was an extra gain tonight.

There was a lot of gold, which was divided in half by Rolf and Margaret, and those animal skins were all made by the creeper to use the magic of the skin walker to transform.

But most of them were too big for Rolf, so he could only use a few.

After sorting everything out, they left the room and walked towards the pyramid.

At this time, a raging fire was burning again in the pyramid square, and the firewood crackled and spit sparks into the night sky.

Beside the bonfire, the bodies of the dead were piled up. After being bathed again by the tribesmen, they were dressed in their former clothes and sprinkled with scented oil.

The Indians raised torches and set the dead tribesmen on fire. The smoke gradually rose, and the chanting sounded again, this time it was the funeral elegy.

The chanting gradually became smaller, followed by complete silence.

Rolf and Mag sat on the steps not far away, watching the funeral quietly.

When the dawn appeared on the horizon, the funeral was completely over, and they also elected a new chief.

The new chief was the thin tall wizard, who did not die after being thrown out by the thunderbird, and his bravery also won the love of everyone.

The matter was over, and Rolf and Magli prepared to say goodbye and leave.

Dana came to see them off, and she also brought a large bag of herbs.

"Rolf, I wrote down the secret recipe of the potion on parchment."

"Thank you, Dana." Rolf thanked him: "If you have any questions, just write to this place. My grandfather is a magical zoologist. He can help you solve many problems."

"I will remember it." Dana felt her face wet and cool. She wiped her tears and hugged the two one by one.

After saying goodbye, Rolf and Margaret walked towards the jeep. Next to the car, the ptarmigan was still tied.

This ptarmigan was very obedient. Even though the iron chain on its neck had been removed by Rolf and it was not tied to the ground... it still did not run away.

It was obvious that this ptarmigan had been domesticated since childhood and had strong obedience.

It also had serious injuries. In addition to the injuries sustained in the battle last night, most of them were accumulated injuries in daily life.

Between its back and broad wings, there were old scars everywhere. The pale scars reflected the beautiful feathers and were very conspicuous.

Therefore, it would be very troublesome for Rolf to treat this ptarmigan. It was not only physically injured, but also psychologically tortured.

These days, a qualified veterinarian must also provide psychological guidance services. It can only be said that this industry... is seriously involuted!

Now that they have the ptarmigan, Rolf and Margaret do not plan to take the jeep anymore, but ride it directly home, which will be faster.

They climbed onto the back of the Thunderbird, which spread its wings, raising dust and blurring Dana's eyes, but through the dazzling tears, she still saw the beast fly out of the tribe.

The Thunderbird flew westward, over the rolling sand dunes and Gobi Desert, across the Grand Canyon of Colorado and the Kaibab Plateau.

They finally arrived at a wizard village shrouded in dark clouds all year round.

The Thunderbird finally landed in front of a house on the edge of the village.

Margaret jumped off the Thunderbird, walked to the door, and knocked hard. The door was soon opened, and a witch with gray hair and a purple flower knot walked out.

"Grandma!" Margaret hugged the old woman, rubbed her head in the witch's arms, and said coquettishly: "Do you miss me?"

"Margaret!" Tina laughed, reached out and patted the girl's head, giving her a soft, wrinkled smile.

A fat cat-nip smelled the smell, it crawled out of the house and threw itself into Rove's arms.

Luo Fu was almost knocked down. He touched the fat catkin and said with a smile:

"Moler, long time no see, you...how come you are so fat?"

The catkin was so tender just now, but now it has arched its back and screamed at the boy, then raised its claws and hit him hard on the head.

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