Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 257 You Need to Pay Attention When Pursuing a Girl

"We just want to help Brother Ras get rid of an opponent..." Alexander Frederick was a curly-haired wizard, about fifteen or sixteen years old, still very young, and completely unable to resist Murphy's enchanting voice.

"Why me?" Murphy asked again.

There must be more than just me among the marriage proposal envoys who have come to the city these days; these two don't seem to have made a move on that Frenchman.

"Because your name was added to the list by order of the Queen herself," said George Frederick.

"Originally, the selection of the Queen's fiancé was the responsibility of the master of ceremonies, and the Queen had not previously interfered. However, not long ago, Lady Jaga personally added a name to the list. Everyone knows that Lady Jaga only listens to the Queen, so this can only be the Queen's decree."

"So, you think I'm a threat?"

Murphy frowned. How could Sophia have left such a big flaw? Couldn't she have instructed Mrs. Yaga to add seventy or eighty people to the list?

That way, I'll stand out.

But upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem to matter much. The mission he was there to carry out wasn't really an "assassination," and even if his identity were exposed, it wouldn't be a big problem.

He was indeed there to assassinate Ivan, but the Queen needed him not because his identity was hidden, but because he was strong enough to defeat the Great Shaman.

The biggest obstacle to killing Ivan was not that he was on guard, but the two powerful wizards beside him.

The Queen had no intention of letting him secretly kill Ivan—even Vitaly Piegud, whom she had encountered before, had something like a stand-in doll, so there was no reason why Ivan wouldn't have something even more effective.

To kill him, a single, unrepeatable assassination isn't enough. Against someone with a revival coin like him, the only option is to rely on sheer strength.

He had just used Legilimency on the two of them and was basically certain that they knew nothing about their mission.

What should we do with these two?

Not killing him would cause some trouble, but if they did kill him, they would have to take immediate action against Ivan.

But before he could even communicate with the Queen, and before Lady Jaga could lure away or stop the "Song of the Earth," he was about to face two opponents with combat strength similar to Alexei's. He might very well be in trouble.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Do you two want to live, or do you want to die?"

"We want to live, we want to live, we're sorry, please spare us..." the two men pleaded desperately.

"If you want to live, you have to listen to me from now on."

……

Half a minute later, when Lady Yaga appeared in the alley, the two young wizards had already left with their men.

"Young man, I heard there was an attack here, but you seem to be in good health."

Mrs. Jaga was very old and hunched over. If Murphy hadn't heard Little Barty's description, he wouldn't have believed that this old woman, who looked like she could be blown away by a gust of wind, was a powerful sorceress comparable to a great shaman.

"Health is such a wonderful thing, but unfortunately, some people just don't know how to cherish it." Murphy sighed. "But I think they've learned their lesson and won't make the same mistake again."

The old woman craned her neck, her half-closed eyes slightly lifting as she glanced at him. "You're a very good young man; I knew I hadn't misjudged you. However, I still have to ask you, will this affect your upcoming schedule? If necessary, I'll make alternative arrangements."

"No, please continue as usual," Murphy said.

"Very well," the old woman nodded slightly. "Then let's make preparations so we can go and see Her Majesty. By the way, what gift have you prepared for the Empress?"

"Uh, I came in a hurry and only brought some local specialties, anti-aging potions, magic vision potions and such, but they should all be considered rare finds..."

Mrs. Jaga glanced at him and shook her head. "Young man, you need to put your heart into pursuing girls."

"..."

Murphy was speechless. I'm not here to date. This is a huge deal, can you please be serious?

Besides, what could be a more thoughtful gift than offering Her Majesty the Queen her country?

……

In the afternoon, Murphy, along with envoys from more than a dozen different countries and regions, had an audience with the Queen.

Some of these people were indeed princes of some magical lord, and most of them held noble titles. It was at this moment that Murphy realized that not all magical governments in Europe were like the British Ministry of Magic.

Many are small kingdoms, completely unaffected by changes in Muggle society, while others have always been autonomous tribes without even a government.

The ceremony was very formal. The envoys presented gifts one by one and introduced their family backgrounds. As they presented their ancestral treasures, he secretly slipped a few bottles of potions into his pocket.

When it was his turn, Murphy stepped forward, bowed to the girl on the throne, and said:

"Your Majesty the Empress. I am the Emperor of the Mandalorians, Kree, Darksam, Namek, Saiyan, Kryptonians, and the First Men, the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, the Guardian of Nebula M78, the Pioneer of the Grand Line, the Prince of Avalon, the Unburnt, the Father of Dragons, the Messiah, the Godfather, the Black-Haired Emperor—Stormborn, Murphy Darkholme."

hiss……

Everyone in the hall gasped.

What a long title!

Who exactly is this guy?

It looks like the emperor of some country?

Why have I never heard of it before?

Also, what are Mandalorians and Saiyans? Do such groups even exist?

On the throne, Sophia was also stunned for a moment, and she couldn't help but stare at Murphy's serious face.

This guy...

How could he possibly tell such a blatant lie without laughing?!

Next, Murphy took out a palm-sized gold nugget from the ring. "I present Her Majesty the Queen with a small piece of gold..."

Ok?

All the princes, crown princes, dukes, and royals were stunned.

That's it?

But then Murphy said, "This gold is a magical gold that sank to the bottom of the Rhine River and is guarded by three fairies. When the world was created, it was divided into three pieces by a god-king named Wotan. One piece was forged into a ring called the Ring of the Nibelung."

"Later, it fell into the hands of Middle-earth and was obtained by a demon god named Sauron, which caused a world upheaval."

"The second piece of gold was obtained by a wandering knight, who used it to forge an omnipotent treasure, the Golden Finger."

"It later fell to earth, and everyone who obtained it created a legend."

"And this last piece is right here."

"This item is called Rhine Gold. It is a wish-granting substance. I present it to Your Majesty, hoping that Your Majesty's wish will be fulfilled."

What kind of bullshit princes and dukes are they? In the end, they're just self-proclaimed titles because their ancestors got a little advantage. Since that's the case, they're all just bragging. Do you think I'm afraid of them?

As for Rheinmetall, who knows what it is? If I say it is, who can say it isn't?

Seeing the hall already starting to commotion, Sophia suddenly felt a headache coming on...

Am I crazy to hire this guy to carry out an assassination?

……

After Murphy presented such a "heavyweight" gift, the others who received those gifts felt utterly disgusted.

Learning from Murphy's experience, their introductions were rather plain, almost embarrassing. If they exaggerated, it might even sound like bragging compared to Murphy's. In the end, they didn't even bother introducing their own gifts, simply offering their names and leaving.

Thus, the audience ended hastily.

The court shaman Azir immediately lit a fire and performed a ritual dance. Then, he plucked a few strands of hair from each suitor and took a few drops of blood, sprinkling them into the fire one by one, so that the ancestors could judge whether anyone's bloodline was unsuitable. As it turned out, the ancestors seemed to have no objections to anyone.

After the ancestral worship ceremony, which was rich in ethnic characteristics, the maids led the envoys to their respective villas.

As the maid who was leading the way to Murphy was leaving, she slipped a note into Murphy's hand.

He opened it and saw a note written in delicate handwriting: "Tonight's operation. P.S.: I hope our wishes come true."

Murphy rubbed his hands together and crushed the paper strip into fine ash.

He was getting ready to go to sleep when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Darkholm, Grand Duke Ivan invites all the envoys to a banquet at the Duke's residence."

(End of this chapter)