Chapter 435

Inside an old house,

An elderly man grinned broadly as he observed the young boys and girls.

The boys and girls were all teenagers. Looking around the room the old man had just unlocked, they looked very interested.

"Sir, can we use this?" a girl asked curiously while pointing at a transplant bottle. Inside, there was blue liquid.

Reaching the table, the old man picked up the bottle. He swirled the liquid inside, and it instantly turned black.

The teenagers froze, staring at the bottle with wide eyes. One of the boys rushed toward the old man and asked,

"Sir, how did you do that?"

The old man let out a chuckle and replied,

"We are wizards. Werewolves are unaware of many aspects of our lives. Do you know why?"

The teens shook their heads in response.

"It is because they are not connected to any covens. Wizards and witches are different from them, yet they are very useful. Otherwise, why would your Alpha send us to me?" He said to them.

The teenagers thought for a m