Chapter 52

To Maka's surprise, when he returned to the shore, he saw an unexpected scene.

At the moment, a group of people are standing on the shore of Lake liquini. Most of them are the servants of noble families, and the head is an old housekeeper dressed in a black suit vest and lined with a white long sleeved shirt.

"Miss brova? This is..." Marca lifted her spell and asked.

"The servants of the family are coming. I have to go back."

Willie was still so calm, and there was still no expression on her face, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with herself.

"Thank you, sir, for taking care of our young lady these days. If you have time in the future, I hope you will come to brova castle in Paris. I'm sure the host will be very happy."

The old housekeeper said kindly and didn't blame Maka at all. Instead, he made an invitation on behalf of his master, showing the ability and calm of the noble housekeeper.

Marca nodded. He glanced at Willie. Then he said, "Mr. housekeeper must have worked hard all the way. When I am free, I will visit. Miss brova and I are classmates of Hogwarts and have become good friends. After the beginning of next semester, I will ask Professor Severus Snape, the dean of Slytherin college, to continue to take care of her."

Maka's mouth is always good.

He knew what Willie lacked, and her family naturally knew it. Although looking at Willie, the situation at home doesn't seem to be very good, as an uninformed outsider, it's always right to express goodwill in this way.

Sure enough, the old housekeeper nodded, thanked him for his words, and then turned and walked towards Willie.

"... thank you," said Willie softly as she left. "And thank you for your Christmas gift..."

She turned and walked a few steps forward, but she turned back and added.

"... see you at the beginning of school."

Marca smiled at her, stood by the lake and watched the old housekeeper leave with Willie's phantom.

"It seems that he is still a wonderful pure blood aristocrat."

He stood on the shore and pondered for a while. Then he put aside his happy guess and dived into the lake again.

I came to the underwater cave all the way, followed the slightly steep stone steps step by step, and soon came to the bottom.

There is indeed a stone gate below. It looks very old, but there is no damage. It's just that there's nothing on the stone gate.

"Araho hole is open!" Maka pulled out her wand and waved it gently at the stone gate.

This was a tentative move. Maka didn't expect any effect, but to his surprise, the door opened slowly.

"What happened?"

Maka looked inside curiously, but found that it was just an empty hall.

The space inside looks very large. The friction sound between the stone gate and the ground reverberates in the hall, which makes people feel a little uneasy.

On both sides of the hall, there are a row of support columns, which are carved with rough patterns. In the deepest part of the hall stands a throne with a high back, which is carved from a piece of rock. Although there are some defects, at a glance, there is still a primitive rough beauty.

The floor of the hall is paved with large flat stone slabs. There are some carved marks on it, but the weathering seems too serious, and the specific details can't be seen clearly.

"Weathering?" Maka thought as she looked, and suddenly was stunned. "Speaking of it, there is really wind in the hall. Where did it come from?"

This is the bottom of the lake. How can the wind blow in?

He waited quietly for a while and found nothing unusual, so he raised his feet and walked in gently.

"Huh?"

As soon as Maka got to the center of the hall, she felt dizzy. Suddenly, it seems that the surrounding scenery is changing.

He hurriedly pressed down his discomfort, shook his head, but found that everything around him had changed! To be exact, the hall suddenly became brand-new.

The carvings on the stone pillars became clearer, the gap on the rock throne disappeared, and even the traces of weathering on the stone slab under your feet were all restored.

"What's going on?"

Maka looked around and wanted to speculate, but unexpectedly, the stone gate behind her made a heavy moving sound again. He glanced behind him, but was surprised to find that the stone gate was not closing, but opening!

He immediately ran a few steps to the left and used a stone pillar as a temporary hiding place. Just as he was hiding, a step came in from the door.

"Mingming has just opened, how can it..." Marca frowned and thought, "can it be said that the dizziness just now is because I entered the dreamland? This is not real?"

It's hard to say whether it's a fairyland, but at present, it seems that a man is coming to him. It's urgent to solve this matter first.

But when Maka waited a little longer, she found that the man seemed to have stopped. He looked sideways, but immediately froze.

The man was also looking at him. With his probe, his vision was just right.

It was a beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes. She was dressed in an ancient noble service. She had a beautiful face, but her expression was solemn and her eyes were unusually sharp.

"... loina?" now that she had been found, Maka had to come out and habitually opened her mouth to test.

"My name is Roy Namira. Young candidate, welcome to the second test." the other party's tone is gentle, the content is simple and direct, and there is a sense in it.

Before Maka could ask more questions, he saw that all the stone slabs on the floor of the hall lit up a dazzling blue light, enveloping him and roina.

Maka only glanced at the stone carvings on the ground and found that they were all regular runes arranged regularly!

"This is a huge combination of regular runes!" he thought, and then the whole person disappeared directly into the hall.

The light gradually faded down, and there were no people in the hall. No one knew where Marca and the "Roy Na" had gone.

……

Just when Maka disappeared in the old hall, only more than ten miles away, Voldemort was in an extremely bad situation.

"Uh... Wheezing... Uh huh -"

Under the small ancient temple, there is a huge underground palace. In the deepest part of the underground palace, a huge stone tablet is obliquely inserted on the ground, making the ground full of cracks, large and small.

Just in front of this stone tablet, a small figure was standing there with his back bent and issued bursts of painful wails.

"Lord... Master, please forgive me... Er ah -"

That's Chilo!

Behind him, a virtual shadow composed of black smoke was floating in the air, with a ferocious and terrible face. Suddenly, the eyes of the virtual shadow suddenly turned blood red, and a cruel and bloody breath suddenly spread. The powerful power contained in it made Chilo shrink directly to the ground and shiver.

But the momentum came and went quickly, and the virtual shadow suddenly rose into the air and turned into black smoke and rushed straight to Chilo.

After a while, Chilo slowly stood up, his eyes opened, and the blood color rose sharply.

"... or not"

Then Chilo spoke, or Voldemort.

"This ancient stone tablet is really strange. It will take too much power just to keep his will unaffected." he said to himself in a low voice. Suddenly, his face changed and his red eyes were filled with anger.

"If it weren't for that boy, why should I come to this stone tablet to draw strength. It's a pity... It's better not to touch it without touching it."

Voldemort loved and hated this strange ancient stone tablet. Love is its evil and strong, but hate it too evil and strong.

Voldemort wouldn't come here casually if it wasn't necessary. It's all because of the strange ability of the stone tablet - bewitching.

This huge stone tablet seems to hide a devil.

It can bewitch any creature that arrives in front of it and make that creature reach a contract with it - it can not only give each other strength, but also bring physical and mental torture to each other.

If supported, the power will become stronger, but the creature itself will gradually sink into the bewitchment of the stone tablet with the increase of power.

Whether the gradual loss of human nature, cruelty, or other changes will bring great harm to the creature itself and eventually lose its life, and the soul of the creature will attach itself to this stone tablet after its death.

At the moment, Chilo and Voldemort are one. Voldemort's idea is naturally that Chilo will take over the contract instead of him, and he will draw Chilo's power.

But obviously, so far, the effect is not good.

"... in that case, try until you succeed," said Voldemort, narrowing his eyes as if he had made some determination.

At the same time, Voldemort turned into black smoke again, separated from Chilo and floated behind him again.

"Continue!"

"No, no... master, I really can't hold on..."

"Follow, continue!"

"..." Chilo knelt on the ground, trembling and hesitating. After all, he didn't dare to disobey the orders of the Dark Lord.

Sobbing, he cut his wrist and spilled blood on the surface of the stone tablet. With a flash of light and shadow, Chilo began to wail again, but his voice was much weaker than before.

That terrible and gloomy cry echoed faintly in the underground palace, adding a bit of horror to the place shrouded in darkness.

Behind Chilo, black smoke's eyes became more red, and the dark and powerful momentum expanded again, filling the dark underground palace chambe