Chapter 189: Mage, Kester

One minute later, Iron Man took off his steel armor and turned it into a suitcase again. He came to Ron's side with sunglasses and pointed to wearing a suit and gown while looking pale. To a guy who got up and down with a very exposed girl.
"Ron, is this guy who has lost his kidneys at first glance? Is that what you call a magician?"
"Of course not." Ron waved and waved away the scared and exposed girl. "This guy is at best a magician who knows a little magic. It has nothing to do with the real magician."
"Che, I thought you were going to say this guy was a vampire in European mythology!" Tony rolled his eyes. "What are you going to do with this guy?"
"Why should I dispose of him, and I still need him to take us to the Wizards Association." Ron looked at the pale-faced guy: "Hey, very much like a vampire guy, take us two to the magician in London Association, okay? "
"I'm not a vampire, I'm not a wizard, I'm a wizard, a powerful wizard, understand?" The pale-faced guy yelled angrily.
Ron picked up a brick on the ground and walked up to that guy: "I care if you are a wizard or a wizard. Now you just need to take us two to your association, you know?"
"Uh ..." Looking at the big brick only 1.5 cm away from his eyes, the pale-faced guy was really angry, and turned his fingers, as if thinking about releasing magic.
Seeing this guy being so disobedient, Ron patted the guy's face directly with a brick, while beating the guy off, he also interrupted his movements.
"It's a fool. My bricks are all on your face, but what magic handprints are you still making? Really, the big bricks in my hand are playing around!"
"Dare you dare to do something to a wizard of mine, find death!" The disastrous guy fell to the ground for a while, then immediately stood up, screamed at Ron, and formed a handprint again, I don't know whether to release magic or witchcraft.
"Pop!" Then, a large brick flew to his face, hitting it directly on the ground.
"I'm a wizard ... pop!"
"My master is terrific ... pop!"
"I want you to die ... pop!"
"I ... pop!"
...
After doing so back and forth ten times, this guy finally compromised: "Brother, brother, I'm wrong, okay, I'm wrong, don't hit me with bricks again, please !!!!"
"Do you want to take us to any association of your magicians now?" Ron still held the brick and aimed at the guy.
"It's a wizard ..." The guy retorted whispered, but glanced at the brick in Ron's hand, he closed his mouth immediately and said crying.
"I don't know the Wizarding Society at all, right, where is the Wizarding Society!"
"Then how did you become a magician?" Ron asked.
"I met an old man a year ago and gave him something fun, and he taught it." This guy looked very innocent, as if he was not willing.
"Where is that old man now?"
"How do I know? He taught me some witchcraft ... after magic, he just left, and I don't even know where he went!"
Ron's face was disgusting: "It's useless! But even if you don't know where the Wizards Association is, you always know other wizards. Take us to meet those people, they must know where the Wizards Association is!"
"Yes." The guy smiled charmingly. "I know a guy who is a member of the Wizarding Society and lives nearby. I'll take you to see him now!"
"Well, lead the way." Ron pointed at the road and motioned for it.
"Smash people directly with bricks, Ron, isn't your questioning way too harsh?" Tony on the side followed, side by side with Ron.
"How can I?" Ron looked righteous, "Tony, you don't know what that guy just wanted to do. If I didn't stop, this guy would have been crushed to death by the exposed girl. I am here. Can you save him? "
"What logic is this, Ron, how can I not understand what you are saying?" Tony was speechless. How could he ask and Ron answer so strangely? Feeling tired of chatting with Ron ...
Nothing happened afterwards ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Ron and Tony followed the pale-faced guy to the front of a run-down wooden house.
Strange to say, there is also a broken wooden house with all the structures made of wood in this modern and London-influenced central area.
"There is a great magician named Kester living here. His character is strange. I can only take you here. Goodbye ..."
After bringing Ron and Tony here, the pale-faced guy was even paler, and looked very frightened. After speaking, he ran straight and ran away. He didn't want to stay here for a moment.
"Karst? Is this a landform?" Ron frowned. Was this name terrible?
"Let's go in." Ron knocked on the wooden door and found that the door wasn't closed. Then he stepped in first and greeted Tony.
And Tony looked at the dark inside, there was no wooden house at all, and he frowned, hesitated, and finally followed in.