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Ultimately, they underestimated their opponent.
They didn't take the threat of a child seriously at all.
This is also one of Morris's advantages.
After dealing with the three men, Frick looked at Morris and said cautiously, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Black."
If he were to face Kroenke and his two companions alone, the outcome would likely not be good.
"Hmm." Morris nodded lightly. "So, why are these three people causing you trouble?... Oh, it's fine if you don't want to talk about it, I'm not that interested."
Flick sighed. "That's a long story."
Morris was about to say, "Since it's a long story, let's not go on," but Frick had already started telling the story on his own.
"Just three months ago, I borrowed a sum of Galleons from someone at a very high interest rate, but I had no choice."
"The agreed repayment date was the end of last month, and I have already paid back every penny of the principal and interest."
"But now, they're asking me to pay an extra two thousand Galleons as a processing fee!"
Flick grew increasingly agitated, and in the end, he practically spat it out through clenched teeth.
Morris roughly understood; this was a typical case of loan sharking combined with extortion.
Frick kicked Krenk on the ground, spat, and cursed angrily, "A few greedy dogs, they'll bite and never let go once they've tasted a little blood! They almost hurt my family last time."
Morris nodded thoughtfully.
It's probably normal for something like this to happen in Flip-Flop Alley.
"So what are you going to do next?" Maurice asked, looking at the three people on the ground. "Dispose of the bodies?"
Flick was startled when he heard this.
"Oh, of course not!" he said. "Just cast a forgetting spell to remove some necessary memories from their heads. Then neither of us will have any trouble."
"Believe me, no one is better at forgetting spells than me."
"That would be best," Morris said.
The Oblivion Spell is indeed a convenient magic.
Perhaps he can try to learn it when he has time later.
Frick began to cast the Oblivion Spell on the three of them.
He pressed his wand against Krenk's temple and whispered, "Forget everything."
A thread-like white substance flowed from Krenk's temple along the wand and dissipated into the air.
The other two did the same.
After finishing, Flick wiped the sweat from his brow and explained to Morris, "Now I'm going to throw them further away."
With that, he waved his wand, cast a levitation spell on the three of them, stuffed them whole into a large black bag, and dragged them out the door.
Three minutes later, he returned to the store.
"Alright," Frick clapped his hands and said easily, "It's all sorted out. Thank you again, Mr. Morris."
Morris shrugged. "If you're going to thank me, then do something practical."
Verbal expressions alone are not enough.
Frick paused, then nodded knowingly. "Of course, if I can do it. What do you need?"
Morris immediately said, "Remember that human skeleton I wanted to buy from you during the summer? Sell me that skeleton."
"Uh…" Flick's expression froze.
"Is that not allowed?" Morris frowned.
Frick looked extremely embarrassed. "Mr. Black, to be honest, that skeleton... was stolen."
"real?"
Morris suspected that this was just a reason for the other party to refuse.
"It's absolutely true." Frick seemed somewhat regretful. "About two weeks ago, I discovered that the warehouse had been burgled, including the skeleton you asked about before. The thieves were very professional; they left no trace."
Morris was speechless.
Judging from his expression, Flick didn't seem to be lying.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Flick maintained his awkward expression.
As a seasoned veteran who's been lurking in the alley for years, the warehouse theft...
How embarrassing! So incredibly embarrassing!
If his acquaintances find out, this incident will become a laughing stock for him for the next few years.
"In that case," Morris stroked his chin, then his eyes lit up, "I have a collaboration proposal, would you like to hear it?"
"What?" Flick asked curiously.
Morris smiled slightly and turned his gaze to the skeleton dog sitting quietly to the side. "Mr. Frick, do you think there's a market for skeleton dogs like these?"
Chapter 72 The Deal is Made
Morris's proposed collaboration was simple.
The idea was that Flick would provide the raw materials, while they would provide the technology, and together they would produce skeleton dogs for sale, with profits split 50/50.
In fact, Flick was not optimistic about this project.
Most of the customers who patronize his shop buy bones for magical experiments or to brew potions.
Skeleton dogs are unlikely to be very popular pets; only guests like Mrs. Caroline would be interested in them.
But it's not entirely impossible; with his sales channels, he can still sell a few.
Anyway, he didn't suffer any losses, and even made a pretty good profit.
Frick immediately retrieved five swallowtail dog skeletons from his warehouse. Some were new, some were old, and their condition varied, but they were generally intact.
He cast a shrinking spell, packed it up, and handed it to Maurice.
"Then it's decided," Morris nodded in satisfaction. "Goodbye, Frick. I'll bring the finished product over in two days."
The fact that the skeleton dog could be sold for money was very good news for him.
This will at least alleviate his dire financial situation.
Of course, he currently only plans to sell skeletal dogs, which are first-tier undead creatures.
These skeletal dogs are practically useless except as pets, and they also have limited intelligence.
He would absolutely not sell the evolved skeleton dog.
Although the skeleton hounds are only so-so as second-tier undead creatures now, what about third-tier or fourth-tier ones?
He would not reveal the special features of the Skeleton Dog to anyone until his strength reached a certain level.
Morris was about to leave with a backpack full of swallowtail dog skeletons when Flick called him back.
"Wait!" Frick said. "When you're walking outside, it's best to cover your face."
"I see."
Morris glanced back at Frick and nodded slightly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a mask made of pale bones slowly materialized on his face.
The mask looked as if it had grown directly from his face, with irregular bone spurs along the edges, making it quite grotesque.
Bone-summoning magic is truly a convenient spell.
Frick looked at the mask on Morris's face and, for some reason, felt a faint chill.
"Be careful," he said.
After returning directly to Diagon Alley, Maurice removed all his disguise.
He looked back at the dimly lit alley, feeling somewhat sentimental.
Diagon Alley and Flip-Over Alley are less than 100 meters apart, but they are two completely different worlds.
Let's find a place to stay first.
As Maurice pondered this, he returned to the Leaky Cauldron.
He walked up to the bar and asked old Tom, who was wiping glasses, "How much do I need to rent a room for four days?"
Old Tom stopped what he was doing and looked Maurice up and down.
"A single room?" he asked.
"Yes," Morris nodded.
"Two Galleons," Old Tom leaned closer and lowered his voice, "If you've run away from home, son, you'd better go back. We don't have Christmas trees here."
"Oh, I'm not," Morris said.
He took out his wallet and placed two Galleons on the bar.
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