Chapter 405

In a seemingly insignificant hut on the west side of Jackson Trade Square.

Probably to prevent people from seeing the light, the only two windows of the house were covered by curtains. Even so, there was only an oil lamp with a weak flame in the shed.

The dim light could not disperse the darkness, which made the room look gloomy.

Next to the small round table slightly illuminated by the oil lamp, there were two plain looking men and women. These two people look about in their early twenties and will not be more than 30 at most. It should be a stable and active age.

But somehow, although they were talking, their tone of voice was vaguely gloomy.

"... what to do? We can't find the target everywhere. Should we... Go home and report the situation to the master?" the woman said softly, looking a little uneasy.

"No, we can't just go back... Look again... Look again..." although the man seems older, he is more frightened than the woman, "otherwise the master will whip us again... No... never..."

The woman was shocked when she heard the word "whip" and habitually gnawed her nails. For a moment, an unpleasant "rattle rattle" sounded in the quiet shed.

"... where should we... Find it?" after a while, the woman retracted her finger and said to herself, "Mike, they haven't come back yet... Have they met the terrible spider?"

"No, we won't... didn't we escape too?" the man shook his head and said, "although the big spider is very powerful, it can't make us unable to move at all... We can escape without some strength."

"Then why... Why haven't they come yet?" the woman took a deep breath and began to bite her nails again.

Because of her habit of relieving mental stress, her nails have been gnawed. Not only that, the fingertips of almost every finger are covered with new wounds, which looks terrible.

"Let's go and find it again... Wherever we go..." the man shrunk his neck. "We can't stay here and wait any longer. As soon as tomorrow noon arrives, we must go back... Find it again... Find it again..."

"Wait a minute..." the woman suddenly covered her chest and exuded some cold sweat on her forehead. "The time is coming..."

"Ah... Um..." the man unconsciously touched his chest with her words, and then nodded in silence.

In the darkness of the shed, the men and women were quiet again. Only the "rattling" sound of women biting their nails from time to time echoed inside.

Time passed little by little. They haven't finished their task yet, but now they can only shrink on their stools and tremble slightly as if they were waiting for death.

3:00 a.m. New York time.

The two people who had been waiting silently with their eyes closed suddenly tightened their muscles and pressed their chest at almost the same time.

Their faces gradually became distorted, their mouths clenched their teeth sent out a burst of repressive roars, and their breathing became short and heavy.

If you look carefully, you may be able to see that under the light of the weak light, every part of their forehead, back of hands and neck exposed to their skin has blue tendons. Their sweat slid down their cheeks to their chin, and then trickled down.

They seem to be suffering terribly!

But even so, they still dare not cry too much. They are constantly restraining themselves just to not expose their hiding place.

Because they know that if they are accidentally exposed, the punishment waiting for them will be endless. For them, the master's whip is ten thousand times more terrible than the pain of this regular attack!

Ten minutes later, they collapsed weakly on the dusty and dirty ground, but they didn't care. They were just thinking - there are only nine hours left until noon tomorrow!

After only a little relaxation, they immediately got up and took off their heads from the shelf on one side. After tying up their cloaks, they blew out the oil lamps and walked quickly to the door of the shed.

"I'll go to the north and East, you search here first, and then go to the South -" the woman roughly assigned the search scope, and then they began to act separately.

……

On the other hand, Marca, who is also searching for Sirius, has sent out all the alienated eight eyed spiders left around.

And he himself was not idle, but carried out door-to-door search work with those little guys.

However, when he turned into an Animagus form of hummingbird and jumped out of one family's chimney, he did not continue to fly to another family as before, but stayed in mid air for a few seconds.

Then he rushed straight in a certain direction without hesitation.

In an alley not far from the family just now, he saw a figure in a cloak running stealthily to the other end of the alley.

He was familiar with the magic reaction of the figure, but although he was familiar with it, he almost missed it.

The strangely weak magic wave is too hidden! If he hadn't been paying attention from the beginning, he might have let the other party slip under his nose.

After tracking in the form of Animagus for a while, Maka quietly fell on the roof of a house and changed into a human again. Then he put a magic spell on himself and quickly caught up with him.

He doesn't know how to change the silent person in the form of black fog back to human shape, so he can only use the way of sneak attack to start first before the other party is aware of it.

The man didn't run fast. After a few steps, he immediately caught up with the other party, and resolutely threw a very strong whole body restraint spell at the man.

When the spell came into effect, the other party fell into the dark alley without saying a word, even though he was stiff, without any response at all.

"... when it didn't turn into black fog, was the resistance to the spell no different from that of ordinary people?" Maka quickly stepped forward, turned the man lying on the ground over, and lifted the other party's hood, "... Woman?"

The woman couldn't even move a finger under the effect of the whole body bondage spell. Only her eyes could wander around. Maka didn't hesitate any more, even when she stared into each other's eyes and cast a divination mantra.

But just for a moment, he immediately frowned and subconsciously shook his head.

"What's all this?" Marca whispered with a frown.

The woman didn't practice brain sealing, and his mind taking took effect - probably.

Yes, Maka can only use the word "probably", because when he reads each other's memory, he feels a lot of chaos and unspeakable pain and fear.

Taking the mind is not just reading other people's memories. It can also make the caster feel the emotion and emotion of the caster.

What Maka felt from the woman who was falling to the ground in front of her was a vague and distorted confusion and deep-rooted fear.

That feeling almost occupied most of the woman's heart, making it difficult for Maka to read a clearer memory.

The clearest picture obtained by Maka through this meditation is a dark dungeon full of wailing, and a silhouette of a human figure whose upper body is hidden in the dark.

"... so it is, is it?" Marca narrowed her eyes and said thoughtfully, "but who could that person be? The rest of greenward's party? A firm supporter? An excellent researcher?"

He lowered his head again, took out the truth spitting agent, poured some into the woman's mouth, then stretched out his magic wand and waved it gently towards each other's face.

"Answer me, where is Sirius Black?"

"... I don't know."

"What are you doing here?"

"Search for Sirius Black."

"Do you have any companions in this operation? Where are they?"

"There are four people in this operation. Joshua is now searching the west side. Mike and Andrew are missing."

"Why go after Sirius Black?"

"This is an order."

"Where is your stronghold?"

Maka kept asking questions, but when he asked about their stronghold, the woman was deadlocked under the effect of vomit.

Although she kept opening and closing her mouth, there was only a vague "cluck" in her throat. It seemed that some fear from the depths of her soul was trying to prevent her from telling the truth.

"Let me ask again, where is your stronghold?"

"In -"

Maka frowned and repeated the question again, but she didn't think about it. As soon as she barely squeezed a word out of the other party's mouth, she immediately stared round her eyes, and a hoarse roar came out of her throat.

And her face became distorted again, as if she were suffering a great deal.

In this strange sudden moment, makaton sensed a magic wave from the dark magic. And the source of those strange waves is——

"... chest."

There was no time for him to avoid anything. He quickly untied the lace of each other's cloak and the buttons of his robe, and then pulled down the collar of the shirt inside.

On the scarred skin on each other's chest, a deep brand pattern is emitting a dark dark dark purple light. Around the brand, a large number of dark red veins extended from it, faintly revealing a smell of evil.

"The mark of the Deathly Hallows," Marca stared at the imprinted pattern and wondered, "what on earth is greenward planning?"