In the very center of the pub, there was a clean, distinct square table and new chairs.
"You've arrived," Charon quickly stood up from the bar counter and then led everyone to the table to sit down.
"Sir, what would you like to drink?" Another bartender quickly ran over.
"Anything," Howl waved his hand, then got straight to the point: "Found anything?"
Charon had already changed his demeanor, showing no other unusual expressions, but rather a very frank one.
"Before I say that, what should I call you?"
"Captain… or Jones," Howl waved his hand.
"Okay, Captain," Charon nodded, then said with some uncertainty, "Yesterday, we investigated sellers across the entire Greek black market and contacted all the thugs and thieves in the black market. We found five people who claimed to have ancient texts."
Saying that, he handed over a parchment.
Richard Thompson, Bruno Goodou, John…
Howl looked around and shook his head, looking at Loreton: "That guy isn't there."
Saying that, he also handed over the parchment.
Loreton glanced at it, then looked seriously at Charon: "Are there any other suspicious people?"
Charon glanced at Loreton, then looked at Howl with an inquiring gaze.
Charon wanted to confirm if he could speak safely. After all, some of the information channels were highly irregular.
And Loreton was always a rigid Auror.
Speaking rashly would be tantamount to giving away leverage.
On the other side, Loreton was also wary of Charon.
Howl took the eggnog brought by the bartender and took a sip; it was quite good, a Christmas special.
Then he looked at Charon.
"There are some things you two can't say directly, so I will. Charon, Mr. Loreton will turn a blind eye to what you and your people do in this case, opening the door for you temporarily."
After speaking, he looked at Loreton.
"Right?"
Loreton was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, but with conditions…"
"Of course," Howl nodded. "Charon, if you dare to use the name of this case as an excuse or cover for your own actions, then don't blame Mr. Loreton for going back on his word." Howl continued.
"No, you're joking, how could I? We're just normal transactions, doing business," Charon said with a laugh, pulling out a parchment scroll.
"Yesterday, I also went to find a few people who specialize in smuggling. I found that in recent days, a total of four people have secretly fled abroad. Currently, those who led them have been arrested by me. I don't know if you want to see them."
Saying that, Charon observed Howl's expression.
He believed he had been thorough, doing everything he could and not missing a single thing.
But if the other party was still not satisfied… he might have to fight for his life.
Loreton's eyes lit up; the words "missing" and "stowaway" seemed quite fitting.
Howl nodded, and Charon waved his hand behind him. Immediately, two people brought over a thin, skeleton-like old man.
"Charon, what do you mean?!" As soon as he came out, he saw Loreton, and immediately panicked, questioning Charon in anger and alarm.
"Don't worry, it's not about your business, just here to ask you two questions," Charon said indifferently, then turned to question, "Tell me, what did the people you sent out a few days ago look like?"
The old man carefully scrutinized the few people present, his gaze lingering on Harry for a while.
Damn it… why is there a little kid in this situation?!
But this also put him at ease; at least with a child present, it meant nothing major would happen here, at least no fighting or killing should occur.
Thinking this, he began to describe those people.
"Within five days, who were the people who asked you to smuggle them out? And where was their destination?" Loreton asked.
"Five days… then there were only three people." He swayed, his memories churning.
"A tall guy in a suit, a limping skinny man, and then the night before last, an old woman with a gaunt, sallow face."
After speaking, he nodded affirmatively: "Yes, within five days, only those three went out."
"Limping skinny man…" Loreton intertwined his fingers, his breathing a bit heavy: "What did he look like?"
"His hair was golden, and he had some freckles on his nose. His eye sockets were a bit sunken… his eyes were wide and bulging… his cheeks were also sunken," he recalled.
Immediately, Loreton took a deep breath, as if very unwilling to accept the news.
Then he looked at Howl and Huckleton.
"It's him, Jason Williams."
"Where did he go?" Howl asked directly. He didn't have Loreton's complex emotions, only excitement at the prospect of catching the guy.
"Aydın Province, Turkey," the old man replied.
"Miletus?"
"The birthplace of the Ionian School?!"
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