"Me?" The wizard was stunned for a moment before reacting, then quickly stepped forward and said with a slight reserve, "Hello, I'm Otis Yaxley, the leader of these wizards. We are not with those werewolves!"
After discovering how overbearing the newly appeared Silver Spear was, Otis immediately distanced himself from those werewolves. He didn't want to become the second Fenrir.
At this moment, Fwooper behind Thunderbird immediately came forward, "This Otis is a member of the British sacred twenty-eight pure-blood family, Yaxley. For some reasons, he has been active in Northern Europe in recent years. He and his wizards have good credibility."
Fwooper had been observing from the side earlier. She knew Thunderbird's temper very well. Trying to mediate when he was in a rage was simply courting death, so she just watched quietly from the side. Only after Thunderbird finished dealing with those werewolves did she appear to clean up the mess. Fwooper had done this kind of work many times before.
As for those werewolves who had been dealt with, Fwooper wasn't too worried. The werewolves' situation in the wizarding world was not very good, and they definitely wouldn't be willing to give up the reward offered to them. However, they were also a very difficult group to control, so it was good for Thunderbird to give them a warning.
"Oh, I know—British Death Eaters, right? They were driven out by the Ministry of Magic after their rebellion failed." Thunderbird glanced at Otis mockingly, "I also heard that your boss was killed by a child? It's really embarrassing for that to get out."
"This..." Otis's cheek twitched as he looked at the Silver Spear in front of him, a surge of unprovoked anger rising in his heart. Was this guy speaking human language? If he didn't feel that he couldn't defeat the opponent, he might have been ready to fight Thunderbird on the spot. He didn't know what was wrong with this guy in front of him; his mouth was so foul, he didn't put anyone in his eyes at all.
However, Otis finally suppressed his anger and said with a stiff expression, "You don't need to worry about our Death Eater matters, but we still have to cooperate later, right? Is it really appropriate for you to make such a mess as soon as you appear?"
"Heh, just a bunch of trash." Thunderbird raised his chin indifferently, "With the conditions we offer, are we still afraid of not recruiting enough people? The reason we sought you out was because we listened to Fwooper's suggestion. If you don't want to do it, then get lost now!"
Otis was immediately deflated by Thunderbird's retort. He knew that what the other party said was true. When Fwooper found them, the reward offered was very attractive. One job was worth half a year of their usual work.
Before coming, they had also heard about the work content of the Silver Spears, which was basically related to the smuggling of magical animals. Smuggling in Northern Europe, especially with the Silver Spears, was indeed very risky, but the profits were also considerable. The Silver Spears' concerns were the Ministry of Magic and the Pure Land Society in Northern Europe, so it was impossible to find locals. But even for foreign wizards, many were willing to accept their terms, though the recruited personnel would be more scattered, unlike the organized Death Eaters and werewolves.
"Sir!" After Thunderbird finished scolding Otis, Fwooper interjected, "How should we deal with these werewolves? Should we continue to employ them, or just drive them away?"
"The werewolf leader should be conscious by now. Go and release him, ask for their thoughts. If they don't want to work, tell them to get lost immediately. A few less people won't make much difference." Thunderbird indifferently gestured with his chin toward the opposite wall. Then he leisurely strolled into the adjacent dining room, turning his back to Fwooper and the others, and added coldly, "When they've made up their minds, bring them to see me. Don't cause any more trouble later."
"Yes, sir!" Fwooper replied respectfully. In the club, she was the only one who could maintain such an attitude toward Thunderbird, and she was also one of the few Silver Spears that Thunderbird would not mock.
Seeing Thunderbird leave the main hall, Otis couldn't help but frown and lean closer to Fwooper, lowering his voice and saying, "What's wrong with your superior? Why is he so ill-tempered, as if everyone owes him money?"
"I apologize, Mr. Yaxley." Fwooper replied with a hint of apology, "Thunderbird's personality has always been quite direct. You'll get used to it. But haven't you also witnessed his strength? With him here, this operation is not as dangerous as you imagine."
*Get used to it?* Otis pursed his lips speechlessly. This job might indeed not be that dangerous, but the process would probably not be very easy to deal with.
After briefly comforting Otis, Fwooper turned and went to Fenrir, who was still trapped on the wall by Thunderbird's Transfiguration.
"Ow!" Although Fenrir was not yet free, he could not endure such a great humiliation. "Let me down! I'm going to let that bastard experience the werewolf's wrath!"
"Mr. Greyback, I think you'd better calm down." Fwooper sighed helplessly, looking at the out-of-control werewolf, "No matter how many times you try, you can't be a match for Thunderbird."
"Then I can't let him humiliate us like this! I must make him pay!" Fenrir was still fuming at this moment, baring his sharp fangs with a ferocious grin.
"It seems at least one thing Thunderbird said was not wrong: you still haven't recognized the current situation." Fwooper was not one to be easily angered, and immediately retorted coldly, "Fenrir, I sought you out because we had a good working relationship before. Don't force me to change my mind. If you still can't clear your head, then I'll have no choice but to ask you to leave."
Otis also came to the side at this moment. Although he wasn't particularly close to these werewolves, they did have some acquaintance, so he also advised, "Yes, Fenrir, this is not the time for you to throw a tantrum." After saying that, he deliberately lowered his voice and leaned into Fenrir's ear, "You've also witnessed the strength of that Silver Spear. He didn't even pull out his wand, and you were completely defenseless. If you rashly provoke a conflict with him, you'll be the one to suffer."
"Moreover, I think that person's personality seems to be naturally so arrogant. I was just observing from the side just now, didn't say anything, but still got scolded by him. I think that person's mind is not quite normal; you really don't need to be so serious with him. Besides, the reward for this mission is not low. Are you going to give up just like that? If not for yourself, you should also consider the other werewolves."
Previously in Britain, Fenrir had contact with the Death Eaters, and even had quite a deep cooperation, so Otis was quite familiar with him. So Otis thought that since they were both hired to complete the mission, it was better to be with Fenrir, an acquaintance; at least they understood each other better, so he advised with extra care.
And when Fenrir heard Otis's words, his expression slowly became conflicted. Indeed, the werewolves' situation was becoming increasingly difficult. They were usually deeply discriminated against by wizards, and some would even attack them. In other places, werewolves had very few ways to make a living. Even Dark wizards didn't like to deal with them, and now it was just a continuation of their previous situation.
And the reason Fenrir was so angry this time, besides Thunderbird's insulting words, was also because they lost so badly. It was like being cursed at and then having someone defecate on your head, making it incredibly humiliating. In the past, when insulted, Fenrir would retaliate with bloody revenge, but this time, they were completely unable to resist the opponent's strength, which was the reason for his deep resentment.
"Alright, I can accept the previous terms and continue to work for you, but don't expect me to give that bastard any good face!" Although Fenrir said so, the viciousness in his eyes did not diminish at all. He clearly had not completely let go, only temporarily burying his resentment in his heart.
"That's right, it's better for us to look at the long term. Although Thunderbird has a bad temper, as long as you don't provoke him usually, nothing will happen." Fwooper didn't pay attention to Fenrir's resentful gaze, because she knew that after completing this mission, it was still uncertain whether these people would return alive.
After casting a spell to release Fenrir from the wall, Fwooper took out a few potions from her body and handed them over, "These are some tonics; give them to the injured. After everyone has recovered, we'll go see Thunderbird."
Fenrir and Otis took the potions and immediately went to tend to the injured wizards. Upon discovering their severe injuries, they became somewhat annoyed again. Thunderbird had no sense of proportion when striking; several wizards and werewolves had suffered serious internal injuries. Fortunately, the potions provided by Fwooper, as a Potion professor, were quite effective. Although they didn't allow for immediate recovery, they at least ensured that movement was unimpeded.
Soon, Fwooper gathered all these employees and led them to Thunderbird.
"Sir, everyone is here, and they have all expressed their willingness to continue working." Fwooper said softly, looking at Thunderbird not far away.
"Everyone accepted? I thought some of you would have more backbone." Thunderbird swept a contemptuous glance around, still not forgetting to mock them.
"You..." Fenrir certainly knew this was directed at him, but he also understood that the werewolf pack desperately needed this reward right now. So, even though he was fuming, he still didn't retort, just turned his head away in extreme displeasure.
"Sir, perhaps you shouldn't provoke them any further. Shall we get to the main topic?" Fwooper also found Thunderbird's cold remarks a bit too much and couldn't help but advise.