Chapter 214

"Mr. McLean... I said, when are we going to see it here?"

When the following two groups of people planned to go to the dark spirit pavilion to withdraw money and trade, Maka and talino stood in the shadow on the roof and squatted bored!

It can be seen that talino has long been used to this inhuman business, and now he is no wonder.

"The guy who saw the wings of the three Thestrals turned his face!" Maka shrugged and then smiled, "then we'll go down and eat black."

"Three?" talino looked down in doubt. "Where are three?"

"Isn't this one, two... Three?"

Maka stretched out her finger, started with little captain Cantor, and pointed to big Chris... And the girl who was "stubborn" in the corner one by one.

"What? The little girl?" talino said in surprise, "can you say..."

"Haven't seen it?" Maka said strangely. "Shouldn't this fishing scam be very common in places like the black market?"

"How can this be possible... The wing of the Thestrals is a large hiring team. Can they play such a trick?" talino wondered.

"A team is a team, and an individual is an individual... Didn't Kanter say that just now? They're making extra money!" Maka said.

Just then, Cantor, who went to trade, and the shrill wizard had returned. Not only that, there was another person beside them.

"Mr. Munoz, it's this little girl... Have a good look, it's a very pure thing!" the wizard laughed, but his voice was very harsh.

What he called "Munoz" was a middle-aged wizard with a pair of glasses and very decent clothes. If you look at the dirty transactions under way, you are completely a polite aristocrat.

But what he said made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"HMM... oh... It's really a high-grade product of good quality..." Munoz pushed the frame and held out his pen with a pair of white gloves to the girl.

Even if the girl avoided the hand extending to her cheek with disgust, her eyes full of tears were full of hate.

"Hmm..." Munoz nodded again and again. He excitedly raised the corners of his mouth. The original face full of etiquette crumbled bit by bit, "... Good, good, hum... It's not easy to be bored if you have a character."

Finally, a disgusting smile of satisfaction finally appeared on his handsome face, "7000 gallon is really worth the price."

"Of course, it's worth it. With my acting skills, I won't fall in price in another few decades!" in the girl's sweet voice, a cold light flashed through everyone's sight.

Munoz immediately widened his eyes, covered his neck and showed incredible eyes. He opened his mouth and nothing else could come out of the delicious food except the strong smell of blood.

"You do -- cough --"

Half way through his words, the wizard with a sharp voice felt his eyes suddenly turn. The next second, the face wrapped with cloth strips of big Chris became the last picture in his eyes.

"Search and throw it into the ditch," Cantor ordered, calmly taking the wand back to his waist.

Not far in front of him, only a body gradually cooled down.

"Boss, should we try to raise the price next time?" the girl calmly wiped the blood splashed on her cheeks and even planned the next "business".

"... I don't think so."

When the group of people were chatting at the end of the day, an interesting voice suddenly came out and made their actions pause.

"Compared with the price increase, you should pay more attention to the script... If you want me to say, in fact, Muggle films and novels can become a very good reference."

Of course, it was Marca who suddenly opened his mouth. At this moment, he was flying down with a magic book, and then stably suspended in front of them.

"Who are you?" Cantor frowned and stared at Maka in the air. The wand was already in his hand and pointed straight to where Maka was.

And the girl next to the Meiwa hybrid, even if she quickly steps back

She's not a wizard who can fight. Although she also has some evil spells, the first thing she has to do is go back and ask for help when she faces a wizard who exudes a "bad" smell all over her body.

"Roar -"

It was the big Chris who did it first.

After a short run-up, he suddenly stepped on the ground, jumped up high and hit Maka with a fist. Look at the strength and determination, but compared with those black dead

"... it's really weak."

Maka only rose about two feet and easily avoided the heavy blow.

"But in terms of brain capacity, it's nothing like black death!" Maka muttered to herself. Seeing that Chris seemed to jump up again, she shouted loudly, "Hey! Kant... I'm just asking a question. Can you stop this furry guy first?"

"How do you know --"

"Nonsense!" said Marca, pointing at Chris's neck. "The hair is leaking out. Do you think others are blind?"

"Oh - I'm really sorry..." Cantor was stunned. "If it's business, of course we welcome... Please - awadaka -"

Cantor, who was about to attack unexpectedly, suddenly saw a flash of red light in front of him. The wand that had just appeared green in his hand just took off and flew to Maka.

Maka waved her wand like a fly, and it fell into the corner of the alley.

"Can't you talk well?" he didn't care about Kanter's sneak attack at all, as if nothing had happened just now, and continued, "Chris, do you know fenril greyback? Do you know where he is now?"

Chris, a big man with tight muscles, obviously hesitated when he heard this, and then subconsciously looked at captain Cantor.

Cantor was obviously in a state of shock - he had never seen a silent spell cast so fast!

To put it bluntly, silent mantra can't speed up the chanting speed. It just changes singing into meditation. But even so, it is a big problem to cast a spell without opening your mouth to recite syllables.

Like Maka, not only can she skillfully use silent spells, but also the spell text that has been shortened to the limit by predecessors can be compressed again. Kant simply doesn't have the ability to understand.

I'm afraid only talented wizards like Albus Dumbledore or Voldemort can reach this admirable level?

"Chris, tell him if you know," Cantor hurriedly urged.

"Well..." Chris pondered dully, then looked up at Marca and said, "I haven't seen greyback for a long time. He didn't know where to go before I left there..."

"Who are those werewolves in charge now?" Marca nodded and asked.

"Should it be Logan?" Chris replied stiffly.

"Where is the gathering place now?"

Chris shook his head. Obviously, he who had left there was not very clear.

"This... Um... This gentleman," Cantor interrupted, carefully choosing his speech, "there are too many gathering places for those guys, not their companions. They never disclose any information. The tolerance of the magic world for werewolves is very low, which you should know..."

"OK, that's it! Then I'll..."

In the middle of Maka's words, she suddenly pulled up dozens of feet. Then, the chimney of unknown family flew past his feet, bringing up a violent roar in the air.

"Good sister, throw it more accurately next time!"

It's the sweet voice again. It can't be wrong. It must be the Meiwa mixed race girl who called herself "mother" before.

Maka turned around and looked at the other end of the alley.

"Oh! She really has a sister?"

The first thing to see was not the girl just now, but a "giant Lori" much taller than Mrs. Maxim.

But compared with Mrs. maxim, the most remarkable thing is not the Laurie's height, but her strong and abnormal body.

Although Mrs. maxim is tall, at least her body proportion is quite symmetrical. At least she doesn't look so uncomfortable.

And the "Laurie" in front of me

"What kind of blood is this? A mixture of giants and dwarfs?" Maka couldn't help muttering, "wait! No, no, there's a sister of Meiwa mixture! What family is this, so crazy?"

He was thinking about it, but he saw that the "giant Laurie" broke down the chimney on the other side again and threw it at him heavily. Her strength was stronger than last time.

At this moment, a green light lit up under his feet. Needless to say, Cantor must have picked up his wand at the right time.

Faced with the joint attack of a hybrid giant and a black wizard, the benefits of Makana's flight were immediately reflected.

He moved his position obliquely downward with the magic book under his feet, and easily avoided the attacks from both directions at the same time again.

"Do you really want to die and have a look?"

Maka lowered her head and pointed at the wand in her hand. In the next second, a huge and ferocious black skeleton flew towards Kant.

One of the advantages of soul magic is speed. This non physical attack put aside most of the material interference and came to Kanter in an instant.

At that moment, Cantor with a stunned face seemed to really see the call from the God of death.