Willie's words made the Corinthians feel like they were facing a great enemy. No one doubted the authenticity of what Willie said. He was a servant of the Corinthians and served the Corinthians all his life. Although he was bald, drunk and unkempt, he was still a good servant.

The Corinth family has seen magic. Barnabas Collins became a vampire because of the curse of the witch, and the witch once caused great trouble to the Corinth family. Barnabas Collins was leaning on a cane with a copper stick, and ten fingers with sharp nails couldn't help but sway.

"Well, Willy," said Barnabas. "How about we go and invite the wizard in? Maybe he's just passing by. I think he might be friendly enough, otherwise an iron door wouldn't stop the wizard."

"Okay, Mr. Barnabas." Willie walked out of the hall tremblingly with the cold sweat on his forehead. Don't get me wrong. He was not afraid of anything. This was just a sequelae of alcoholism. Willie had no good impression of the magic guy. The last witch who came to make trouble at home also caused the burning of Collingwood Manor. Fortunately, with the support of Mr. Barnabas and Mistress Elizabeth, Collingwood Manor is much better than the original one - at least the central air conditioner can be turned on.

"Come here, kids." Barnabas patted the sofa beside him. "We may have to receive an ancient guest, so that no one else can feel that the Collins have lost their manners."

At Barnabas' insistence, Caroline Stoddard and David Collins reluctantly sat on the sofa waiting for the guests. But when Willy brought the guests in, everyone in the Collins family breathed a sigh of relief...

"Ha!" Barnabas couldn't help laughing, scaring David almost jumped from the sofa. Standing behind Willy was a boy with short black hair and a crimson robe. "I remember it's not Halloween yet, right? Willy, why don't you give our little wizard some candy? Why don't I know you have such a sense of humor. But it's okay."

He stood up, picked up his cane, walked towards the boy dressed like a wizard, and raised his head and said, "Congratulations, little wizard, although you came to the wrong time, you still got a day tour ticket for Colin Manor, including food and accommodation, which will be a memory you will never forget in your life. Well, Willy, take our cute little wizard to have a meal and prepare a room for him-he looks like he has never had a good sleep."

Salomon did not relax because of the words of the man with short black hair in front of him. He felt a strange thing when he first stepped into the Collingwood Manor - compared with other places, at least half of the lush bushes withered and withered, and the branches were twisted and covered with thorns. Perhaps this only means that the gardener is an alcoholic, but Salomon discovered that there are far more rats in the garden than in other places. According to his investigation, Ding Buxing, a member of the Collings family, could not feed such a large group of mice every day.

Many of the phenomena he discovered appeared near the vampire nest. Therefore, Salomon was more firmly convinced that Barnabas Collins was staying in the Colin Manor.

"I'm looking for someone." Salomon said, his words turned his head and wanted to return to the sofa and turned back, "This person knows the information I want."

The vampire looked at Salomon with the corner of his eyes. Now he knew that the little wizard, who was dressed in a weird manner, was not a lost child, but a purposeful one. Salomon's words also attracted the attention of the rest of the Corinthian family. Caroline Stoddard, who was originally bored, leaned forward and made a low whine in his throat.

Elizabeth reached out and pressed Caroline's shoulder, and she asked, "Who?"

"You are asking for help from the Collins family." Barnabas came over again, pushing Willie aside and looking down at Salomon's eyes. Suddenly, his voice became extremely gentle, "Tell me... who asked you to come to Collins Manor..."

"Of course it's me." Salomon smiled. "Your magic is useless to me, but if you hadn't cast a spell on me, I wouldn't have been sure of your identity, Mr. Barnabas Collins."

The vampire jumped back suddenly, and he widened his eyes, picked up his cane and pointed at Salomon, "You... are you really a wizard? How old are you?"

"To be precise, it's a secret magician." Salomon said, "I'm about to be thirteen years old... Ahem, please be serious. I represent the master of the earth. The Master's Cultivation Society asks you questions."

Salomon snapped his fingers and Kama Taj's logo appeared in front of him, which was enough to prove his identity.

As soon as Barnabas heard Salomon's age, he immediately relaxed. He nodded very relaxedly, saying that he would definitely cooperate with him with all his strength. As for what the wizard's sect is, he didn't understand at all. But if he wanted to destroy a vampire, how could he send a thirteen-year-old wizard apprentice? It is still a question whether he can recognize all the words at this age.

"The first question." Salomon looked at the people sitting on the sofa, "Where is Angelica Butchard?"

"Then I want to ask, what is her relationship with you?" Barnabas asked with confusion.

"It's okay, it's just that she has something she shouldn't have." Salomon said, "For example, she curses you into a vampire... This profound magic can only come from a very dangerous book of magic. The monk's priest will suspect that she has ever been exposed to that book, or that knowledge that has spread from that book."

"Didn't she betray her soul to Satan?" Barnabas grew up with his mouth in surprise.

"Just learn the knowledge in that book, you will sell your soul to a terrible existence, but not Satan, but another one." Salomon sat on the sofa following Barnabas's guidance. Opposite him, Caroline was looking at him maliciously. But Salomon didn't want to pay attention to her, and his eyes were looking straight at Barnabas until the vampire sat opposite him.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Who?" asked the vampire, and he kept gesturing an M word with one hand, "Isn't this a sign of Satan?"

"I can't tell the name of that person, that is the ancestor of the black magic. The one who created a book, and the knowledge in that book created the world's first vampire, Mr. Barnabas. You are not the first vampire. Sorry, I don't drink tea... Do you think an ordinary witch has the ability to create a vampire like you, with such a high status, without paying any price?" Salomon said, "I found the portrait of the Butchard family... The portraits are all the same people, and it is obvious that Angelic Butchard has gained immortality through those knowledge. The book is extremely dangerous and I have to recycle it, even the knowledge I copied is no exception."

"Now, please tell me where Angelico Butchard is now? My magic can completely restrain her black magic, and she will not be my opponent."

"You mean, can you turn me into humanity?" Barnabas Collins leaned forward sharply. "You said, you can restrain her magic, that is...you can lift my curse?"

"Yes, but it has something to do with my second question..."

"Thank God!" Barnabas obviously didn't have the patience to listen to the following words, "Thank God! I finally don't have to drink blood!"

What's going on? Salomon looked at Barnabas in confusion. He was extremely careful when he was talking. Not only did he refuse to take any food, he also kept pinching his hands and was ready to cast spells at any time.

But now he is like a target of the enemy, this vampire, who loudly thanked God in front of him? He also knelt down and prayed! Is there anything wrong with him?

Why hasn't this vampire turned into gray yet?
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