After reaching the goal by hint, Hoffa returned to Chloe, but he did not tell the nun that he had cheated the widow, only told her that he had borrowed the boat.

The nun made no special comment on the news.

However, as soon as he packed their bags, the nun ran away, which frightened him.

He quickly left his luggage to look for her, but couldn't find it for a long time.

As a result, when he came back to the freighter, the nun came with a large number of people from a distance. Those people, old and young, men and women, were all refugees.

Hoffa was stunned. He quickly handed his suitcase to a sailor and walked up to Chloe: "what do you want to do?"

Chloe said, "I'm going to take them with me."

"No, I can't." Hoffa flatly refused.

"Why don't you take these people with you? They're dead here. "

"My little grandmother, this boat is only about 30 meters long. It's a small transport boat. Such a boat can carry 20 or 30 people at most. And there are hundreds of them, and they only exist in theory

"Is there nothing you can do, the traceless extension mantra?"

"Magic can't change the nature of things. Even if I can stuff them into the cabin, there won't be enough food. Their fate will be worse than it is now."

Chloe looked at Hoffa suspiciously. "I don't believe it."

"All right," Hoffa said, thrusting his waist and pointing to some supervisors in the distance.

"You can't believe it, but I'm not in charge of this ship. Ask that guy."

"Just ask."

Chloe said to the people behind him, "wait for me here."

Hoffa watched Chloe walk up to the supervisors like a joke.

On the other side, Matthew is directing the sailors to carry things.

After being reminded by his subordinates, he turned around and yelled: "Hey, why did you bring them here?"

Chloe didn't panic at all. She said calmly, "I'll take them with me."

"With so many people taking away, what about the supply? You don't have to excrete on board. Do you have five cakes and two fish? You have to imitate Jesus and do it yourself. Don't drag us into the water

"Ha ha ha!"

The sailors and armed thugs burst into laughter, and the air was full of joy.

"Can you sympathize with your own kind?"

"I'm sorry, Dashan. All I know is that the people who want to blow up this place are our own kind. There are some things you can say to the great head of state. "

"You...

" what am I? I'm insane. They have nothing to do with me? " Matthew fidgety waved: "while cool, I'm not your father, there's no need to listen to you."

Chloe's face was white with anger, and Hoffa couldn't see it in the distance.

He sighed and held her:

"I know your professional requirements, but you have to respect the objective facts. You can't take so many people. This ship is only this big. "

An elderly female refugee came forward. She stood in front of Hoffa and Chloe and prayed in a low voice: "it's OK, don't force. If you can, just take these children away."

With that,

"this..."

Hoffa hesitated.

This request is not excessive. There are only about ten children in the crowd. It's just that their destination is not a safe Switzerland, but a black Britain. Take these oil bottles with you. I'm afraid it will be difficult to move.

But Chloe agreed.

"Well, I promise you."

"Hold on here, and I'll come back."

She affirmed.

Hey, you two, are you coming up?

A supervisor shouts from the side of the ship.

"We don't take everyone, we only take a few children.

"If I say no, I can't. either you two come up, or neither of you will come up." Matthew poked his head out and said arbitrarily.

His hand pulled down the rope and stopped them outside the deck.

Just as they were in a stalemate, the widow Mary appeared at the edge of the side of the boat:

"let them up."

"It's just a few kids, not much space and food," she said

Chloe looked at Mary in surprise, and Matthew was quite surprised.

"these people have nothing to do with us."

"Yes, Matthew, please."

Said the widow in a low voice.

Looking at the widow's weak appearance in front of him, the man softened down after all, and he glared at them fiercely.

"Lucky for you!"

His men untied the rope and Chloe escorted the children onto the ship. When passing by Mary, she sincerely held her face and the other party's hand: "thank you, you have done a very noble thing."Mary blushed. She bowed her head.

"It should be."

...

...

the smell of land is behind, and the cargo ship sails into the fresh smell of the ocean in the early morning. In a certain area near the sea, the phosphorescence of Sargassum oxysporum flashed, and the current impacted on the cliff of the abyss, causing a vortex.

On the deck, the children happily gathered around Chloe to play. After all, children's nature and adult's war and troubles were soon forgotten by them.

From time to time, the widow Mary would bring them some food, and from time to time she would talk to Chloe.

After Mary agreed to let the refugee children on board, Chloe's attitude to her was obviously much better.

She began to talk to Mary and help her with some chores. Towards dusk, Hoffa even saw Chloe sitting on the deck with her and reciting some poems for her in French.

While Chloe recited the poem, Mary sat on the deck, holding her cheek and looking at each other with bright eyes.

The friendship between them seemed to come more quickly than Hoffa had imagined.

At dusk, just as Hoffa was guarding Chloe on the second deck, the captain of the ship came to Hoffa with several sailors: "yo."

He has never seen these people. If you look at their clothes, they are not in the same group as Matthew's armed thugs.

One of the sailors took out a bottle of beer and handed it to Hoffa, looking very friendly.

Hoffa declined his beer and nodded politely, "hello."

"Are you Frank's friend?"

Asked the captain.

"Yes."

"So you're the... Kind of person?"

The captain looked as if he were a thief.

"What kind of people?"

Hoffa was puzzled.

"Frank, the kind of... Er..."

asked, while the captain looked at Hoffa, "someone who can use the magic black stick."

Hoffa understood what he was saying.

World War led to the collapse of all kinds of social order, in this case, Muggles know the existence of witches, it is not surprising.

"I don't have a wand, but I'm a wizard." He replied.

"Without a wand..."

The captain was suspicious.

"Well." Hoffa is noncommittal.

Several beer drinkers raised their arms and looked curious.

Captain: Well, could you show us your hand

Hoffa laughed. "I'm not a juggler."

"Show it." The captain had a look of expectation on his face.

Next to a few sailors have echoed, "let's open our eyes."

"It's nothing to lose by just looking at it."

Hoffa just smile on the railing, looking at the distant ocean sunset, motionless.

After some persuasion failed, some sailors thought he was playing tricks, and their expressions became a little contemptuous. The sailors who didn't want to ask for nothing left him one after another.

Just didn't walk a few steps, behind him came a exclamation.

"Why?"

One of the sailors who drank beer suddenly found that the beer in his bottle couldn't pour out.

He held the bottle in doubt and looked at it in the sunset. He saw that the mouth of the glass wine bottle in his hand was entangled like a rope, and not a drop of wine could flow out.

But just now, the mouth of the bottle was normal.

This matter, all the sailors with beer have found this problem, a fussy cry.

The gray haired boy on the railing raised his arm.

"You'd better not drink to sail, understand?"

They looked at the boy's back, threw away the wine bottle and pushed back.

...

...

finally, the sun sank to the bottom of the sea and night fell.

The children on the deck were tired of playing too. They went to the lower cabin of the deck to have a rest under the guidance of Chloe.

Mary's room for Hoffa was comfortable. The heavy brass flowerpots were planted with green plants, and the tile floor was like a worn-out marble chessboard. The rolling door is like a gilded iron cage, and the mahogany panel gives off the fragrance of lemon oil and cigar.

He lies down in an armchair, the fluffy fabric filling contrasts comfortably with the soft Belgian carpet.

But he was not carried away by the warmth. The ship's destination was not England. He had to find a way to make it turn.

I'm thinking about it. There's a knock at the door. Open the door. It's Chloe.

Her face was full of excitement and happiness. After entering the door, she turned around happily: "I have a good idea, Hoffa.""What?"

"When we get back to England, I want to build a monastery there so that the children can live in it."

"Well."

"I think the woman named Mary is good." "It's much better than I expected," Chloe said. "Today, she accompanied me to distribute food to the children."

"Well."

"When my monastery is finished, Mary, I can make her my deputy."

"Is it?" Hoffa laughed.

He didn't tell her that Mary's goal was not Britain at all. In fact, this ship is not going to Britain at all.

Chloe, "and you?"

"Me?"

"What's your plan? When you get back to England."

After waiting for a long time, Huo FA said, "let's talk about it."

The nun said excitedly:

"how about you come here after the completion of my monastery? I can open a monastery and invite some priests to teach you about Christianity hand in hand..."

"hum..."

before she finished, Hoffa chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?"

Chloe asked curiously.

"Are you trying to preach to me?"

"Hey, hey, can't you?"

"Did I tell you that my father was actually an oriental?"

"So what."

"There is a saying in the East that heaven and earth are not benevolent and regard everything as a cud dog. I don't believe in God, and I don't believe that God cares about human beings, so no matter what you say, I won't believe it." Hoffa flatly rejected Chloe.

The nun's passionate expression solidified and slowly disappeared. In front of this boy is like a firefighter standing on an iceberg. No matter how she burns, there will always be cool water pouring down her head, which makes her very sober and disappointed.

She stood up and said, "I'm going back. It's very late. You can rest early."

"Well."

Chloe glumly closed the door and was in a bad mood.

The room was silent except for the sound of the engine.

Hoffa sat up from his chair. So far, Chloe still didn't know where the ship was going. He thought he had borrowed the ship, but the ship was not heading for his destination.

How to make the ship change course and go to England has become his biggest problem.

His purpose is hidden, and he is not willing to tell others, but he has to make the boat turn, no matter what the cost.

Thinking, his eyes focused on the chart hanging on the wall.

Now they are in the middle of the English channel, which is only 560 kilometers long, not wide, but very narrow. The narrowest channel, the Dover Strait, is only 34 kilometers wide.

If you can find a relatively suitable position, turn the direction unconsciously.

Maybe only two days, maybe even one. Perhaps by the time the crew responded, the ship was close to the British coast.

At that time, he will turn into a Thunderbird, take Chloe to the three British Islands, send him to London, and give him to fatil. Maybe...

thinking of excitement, he bites his lower lip, shivers slightly, and punches in the palm of his hand.

Make up his mind, he did not hesitate to open the door, while the night secretly to the captain's room.

The room leading to the captain's room was guarded by two armed thugs. This is no threat to Hoffa, who is good at stealth. He bypasses the guards and climbs up the top of the cabin like a chameleon. I want to adjust the route to the direction close to the UK without knowing it.

However, when he stood on the wall at the door of the captain's room, he heard someone chatting in the captain's room.

"Did Mary rest?"

"Rest."

"Where do you sleep?"

"The third berth under the deck, but...

" but what? "

"But you can't get there."

"Why?"

"Because she lives with that ugly nun."

"Shit, really or not?"

"Really,

" damn... "

Hoffa peeped out his head and saw the scene in the room.

Matthew swearing put his feet on the instrument tray, holding bottles and cigarettes, puffing. Beside him sat the captain whom he had seen during the day.

Matthew: "if you want me to tell you, the nun is a little ugly. She's still in good shape. It's the same with her head covered. Are you interested? "

"Don't mess about, Matthew. The boy around her is a wizard. "

"Ha"

Matthew said, "what are you talking about?"

"I said don't do anything messy, that grey haired boy is a wizard!" The captain whispered a warning.Matthew's legs on the cupboard snapped back.

"Wizard again?"

"Yes, I went to test it during the day. He can block the bottle without knowing it."

"Stop the bottle? What on earth are you talking about...

the captain mysteriously took out a glass bottle with a knot in its mouth from the cupboard and handed it to Matthew.

Looking at the bottle with wide eyes, Matthew was relieved. He threw the bottle away: "that's it. I thought it was a wonderful way. It's a far cry from real witchcraft. " He waved his hand indifferently.

"You've seen witchcraft."

"Of course I have. Do you know how Frank died?"

"How did you die?" The captain was curious,

Matthew's face showed a look of fear and fell into memory.

"I remember three days ago, Frank took us to sea to receive a shipment from America. As a result, at the time of delivery, the whole sea was inexplicably frozen.

Then, a man with a huge cross sword, walking on the sea, like a statue of God, he is unattainable and unstoppable.

With only one sword, Frank's boat was cut off. Frank jumped into the sea and tried to escape. But he was hard in the hand, blinking cut in half.

On that day, all of Frank's smugglers were annihilated in the gunfire. It took less than three minutes. I want you to ask me what witchcraft is. It's Witchcraft that men use. "

After hearing Matthew's words, the captain looked at the wine bottle in his hand and threw him away angrily: "he teased me... Since it's not real witchcraft, what are we going to do with that ugly nun and gray haired man?"

"Let's give him some medicine."

Frank said faintly, "increase the dose, put it in the breakfast, send it to him and that stupid nun tomorrow morning, and throw these two guys and that group of vagrant boys into the sea earlier, which will save me from looking sick."

"But... Mrs Dean

"Well?"

Matthew made a long, interrogative note with his nose.

"Excuse me, what about Miss Mary?

"Let her go. Her ears are soft. She'll take it with a smack. This time, we should teach him a lesson and let her know who is the boss here."

"I see."

In the face of Matthew's madness, the captain echoed in a low voice.

In an hour.

The full moon hangs high on the sea.

The captain's room was quiet, only snoring.

Hoffa came out of the darkness and crept around the glass bottles on the ground.

Matthew was leaning back in his leather chair, snoring, his mouth watering. The captain was lying in the gondola, snoring loudly.

Standing beside the sleeping Matthew, Hoffa raised his right hand. His fingers grew like vines, grew longer and became a sharp spiral spike.

He held up the stab, which was shining with cold light, and stabbed it heavily.

Just a second before the blood splashed on the spot, a screw cap flew from a distance and hit Hoffa's head with a thump.

After the pain, he tilted his hand, pulled the sharp cone and deflected the target once, and crossed under Matthew's temple. Straight through his ear.

The sleeping man screamed miserably.

"Who... Who's there!"

He pushed Hoffa away heavily, turned over, fell to the ground, climbed up again, and saw a pair of golden eyes in the dark.

The call wakes the captain on one side. He draws a rifle from under the console with his backhand and points to Hoffa tremblingly.

"You... Raise your hands!"