Marfo held back the boiling panic, trying to give a derogatory smile to show that he found it laughable how Amosata scorned the power of money, but suddenly found that he couldn't move, not just the corner of his mouth, but every part of his body.
At some unknown time, the loud bar fell into silence, and the various scents of food, the rich aroma of alcohol, and the body odors from the walking patrons all vanished!
Just as there exists a rubber eraser in the void that can 'erase' reality, everything in the bar with a dominant black and gray color scheme gradually loses its full form, leaving only a framework composed of lines. The world rapidly drops from three dimensions to two, and those remaining frameworks also disappear rapidly under the interference of mysterious power.
Everything happening before Malfoy exceeded his knowledge of magic, he watched in disbelief as everything in front of him disappeared, even his thoughts seemed to be frozen.
This is a world filled with boundless pristine white, without any distinction of up, down, left, or right, like a universe devoid of color.
Lucius blinked his eyes, and as he came to his senses, he found that he had regained control of his body, but he still couldn't move because, bizarrely, a number of cold chains had sprung up beneath the strange chair he was sitting on, firmly fixing his limbs and neck in place, as if he were being judged.
In front of the horizon, maybe right in front of him, or perhaps at an infinitely distant distance, two purple suns suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gradually revealing outlines against the pure white. A few seconds later, Amosata appeared in this world of pure white. He looked down at trembling Lucius Malfoy with a disdainful gaze, much like a dragon looking down at a grumbling goblin in front of him.
Under the gaze of death, Lucius sweated like rain. Regaining his composure, he immediately knew that he had made a huge mistake.
Since the downfall of the second Dark Lord Voldemort, the British wizarding world has been in peace for a long time. In the daily lives of ordinary wizards, it is almost no longer seen in everyday life.
In times of peace, money and power are always the most intimidating.
Navigating through the exclusive and influential social gatherings where all sorts of nobility gather, basking in the envious glances of the lower-level wizards who are struggling to make a living in the magical world, Lucius Malfoy, who had long been lost, suddenly realized his folly. He recalled the lessons he learned during those years following the Dark Lord, which he had later deliberately forgotten.
That is to say, the core behind the disguise of power is violence, or to say, power itself!
The young man in front of him, who had easily resolved the dark lord's remaining items and the living snake monster in the Slytherin's Chamber for a thousand years, was much wealthier and more powerful in some way.
"Pardon me--"
Malfoy was never a man of steel will. In a very short time, he regained some skills that he had acquired while serving the Dark Lord.
He sobbed and dared only to look at Amosata's feet, trying to mimic Dobby's posture in front of him, pleading with a voice that was beyond humble.
"Forgive my life, Master... Mr. Bran, for Draco's sake!"
Click-clack-click--
The increasingly clear footsteps made Lucius' body tremble even more, he wanted to raise his head to observe Amosata's expression in order to judge whether he had any chance of survival, but he dared not do so because he was afraid that Amosata and the Dark Lord had similar habits.
Why would Voldemort, someone who wouldn't even let people call him by his name, casually allow a servant to gaze directly at his face?
Especially after undergoing a series of complex and dangerous human experiments, Voldemort's appearance had become increasingly alien, and he had warned his Death Eaters several times sternly not to touch this taboo.
But soon, Lucius no longer cared whether he could stay alive, because Amosata had already given his answer with his actions.
Clank!
The sound of a hard lance piercing through the body and then through the stone chair was incredibly crisp. The blood oozing from his abdomen quickly dyed his wizard robe, blooming like Manjusha on the other side, brilliant and eye-catching, yet filled with a thick death aura.
Severe pain washed over Lucius in waves, making his body tremble like a sieve, but he still dared not lift his head.
"Spare Nasirya and Draco, Mr. Bran, I am willing to pay anything--"
Lucius wept like rain, sobbing and making the most humble and sincere request of his life. But the only response he received was a dismissive snort.
"I hope you learn your lesson, Malfoy, that will be the last time."
The cold voice filtered into the consciousness of Lucius Malfoy, which was gradually blurring, arousing boundless doubts in his heart.
From the meaning of this sentence, it seems that Amosata Bran has decided to truly spare his life out of Draco's favor. But hasn't Bran already acted, though?
The pain caused by the bronze spear that pierced through his abdomen was so real, and the feeling of life slowly leaving his body was so helpless!
Perhaps, Amosata Bran meant that he would not direct his anger towards Nasirya and Draco?
Lucius Malfoy thought thus, as his consciousness was gradually eaten away by darkness...
"Dear, dear, are you okay?"
A sudden burst of dingy light ripped through the endless darkness, as if from a dream, Lucius Malfoy stood dumbfounded behind a column in a seat, indifferent to his wife's anxious calls and his son's worried gaze.
After a long while, his deathly pale face began to regain some color. Lucius stiffly turned his head and found that besides Nasirya and Draco, there were also quite a few onlookers gathered around him.
"Mr. Malfoy, are you okay?"
The bar owner, Tom, pushed himself to the front of everyone, trembling with fear as he looked at Lucius' face that looked like it had just recovered from a serious illness, and he stammered.
As the ruler of the renowned Malfoy family, if something went wrong with Lucius Malfoy in his own bar, Tom could imagine that he would face a very unfavorable outcome.
"Where's that guy?"
Only after speaking did Lucius realize with shock that his voice was as hoarse and dry as if he hadn't had water for two or three days.
"If you're referring to the young customer opposite you--"
Tom said respectfully,
"He left some time ago, Mr. Malfoy," Tom said with respect, "After he left, you've been standing here like that... cough, cough, I mean, you've been standing here looking stupid... so I didn't dare disturb you... as I thought you were deep in thought."
"What's wrong with you, dear?"
Nasirya frowned and stared at her husband, puzzled and asking.
Draco's expression subtly changed. He knew his father and was aware of his habit of being sarcastic when speaking to some less famous individuals. If his father were to speak to Professor Bran with such an attitude...
"Professor Bran is a very powerful wizard, father--"
Draco's voice betrayed his anxiety,
"And he can be quite stubborn, especially when faced with provocation from others."
"Offence?" Nasirya was dissatisfied and stared at Draco, "How do you talk, Draco?"
"Draco--"
Suddenly, Lucius, who had been silent, broke in to interrupt Draco's explanation to his wife. Gazing into the confusion in Draco's eyes, Lucius said,
"This... Professor Bran, if you encounter him in the future, you should show more respect."
"Professor Bran has left Hogwarts, father, he's very mysterious, I'm afraid I won't have many chances to run into him in the future--"
Draco, who didn't quite understand why his father would give such instructions, hesitated for a moment before speaking with regret.
"No, he will definitely return to Hogwarts--"
Lucius looked over the crowded heads and directly at the deep night outside, after a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and spoke with absolute certainty,
"He will definitely return there."
