Chapter 407

"... what kind of wizard is that guy? It's terrible."

Joshua, who was hit by a quick spell from Marca, is now running away frantically. He had to escape, because this was the first time he had been beaten without backhand by a magic spell since he had this power.

Although he didn't know how powerful his master was - it must be strong? However, the master has never dealt with them with an offensive spell, because the master only needs to activate the brand to make them completely lose their will to fight.

No, they are a group of timid children. Where does their fighting will come from?

"... didn't he catch up?"

Joshua ran wildly in the alley and looked back from time to time, but he never found any sign of being chased. But full of fear, he couldn't stop - he didn't even have the courage to take a breath!

He kept running, just to stay away from the sudden monster wizard... The farther the better!

He didn't think about where he should escape. He was just running instinctively.

While he was running, the buildings on both sides kept retreating and gradually integrated with the night. Occasionally there was an owl's cry or two, which was as sad as a child's cry, and it made people shudder.

Joshua felt as if he had returned to his childhood, to the period when he had not been taken away by his master. He thought of his father, who drank too much, gambled too much and beat his father when he had nothing to do.

He also remembered that one night he escaped from the dirty and terrible house, but his father chased him with a stick and broke one leg.

Yes, that's right... It was so dark that night, there was no star and moon, the street lights were flashing, and the scream of the night owl made his legs and feet soft.

He kept running, and the lame and terrible father was chasing after him. The stick in his hand was thick and hard, and it was burning pain on his back.

His father planted a seed of fear for him.

"... don't come here! Father... Don't hit me..."

Joshua's spirit was almost on the verge of collapse. He dragged his weak body and made enough strength to run forward. He kept muttering.

This confusion seems to have brought him some strength. I saw him running all the way, black fog came out again, and gradually covered his whole body.

Not long after, he suddenly jumped into the air and subconsciously rushed to the exit of Jackson Square.

The wind sobbed in his ear, but he didn't hear it at all. He was overwhelmed by his own fear. That inexplicable force invaded his whole body, disturbed his thoughts and forced him to follow his instinctive actions.

He wants to go home, go back to the place where his father can't find, and accept the punishment honestly. Although the punishment of the master is terrible, it is not an alternative redemption for him.

Because no one is nice to him, no one needs him - only the master needs him!

"... accept the punishment well, and then the master will continue to need me. I will go back there and escape from the terrible 'father', and the master will hug me as usual..."

Many children were taken there. He was not the first, nor the last. What the other children thought was still unknown, but Joshua thought so.

When he rushed through the brick wall and reappeared in the streets of New York, he had completely turned into a dense black fog flying at top speed.

In the black fog with a long tail, there are many times more "Mars" than usual. Flying in the air, it looks like a shining meteor.

The meteor streaked high under the low clouds towards the west of the city center.

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Beside an abandoned warehouse stands a slightly broken monastery. The outer walls of the monastery are mottled gray yellow, dark green Parthenocissus covers a lot of area, and most of the original exquisite carvings have been destroyed.

Just looking from the outside, it doesn't look like a place for someone to come back.

"Squeak --"

Joshua pushed open the tall wooden door in a trance and walked in with a heavy step. Instead of staying in the dusty space, he walked straight towards the back yard.

There is nothing strange in the atrium. Withered and yellow weeds are everywhere, and the fountain pool has long dried up. There seems to be some strange graffiti on the wall, but it has already become a puzzle that no one can solve.

Joshua went through the atrium, up the loose stairs and into an empty room on the second floor.

In this room, there is a ragged bed and an empty desk. On the wall opposite the desk, there is a broken mirror.

The mirror was covered with dust, making the figure almost invisible.

"The tail feather of the Vernon."

Joshua looked into the mirror and blurted out the password. However, with the passage of time, the mirror has not changed.

"The tail feather of the Vernon!"

He stared at the broken mirror and repeated the command again, but there was still no movement - the scene he expected did not appear.

"... how, how... The password is correct... The tail feather of the Vernon! The tail feather of the Vernon! The Vernon..."

He rushed to the mirror, pressed his hands against the wall, and began to talk wildly. He wanted to go back to the place where he was afraid and attached.

But the cold reality in front of him made him despair gradually. The broken mirror seemed to tell him silently that the last salvation in his life and the last light in his darkness had been quietly extinguished at an unknown time.

"It seems... You have been abandoned?"

A voice suddenly sounded behind him, which made his feet soft and fell to the ground in panic. Without hesitation, he almost climbed to the dirty corner with his hands and feet, and shrank into a ball with trembling.

In the direction of the sound, Maka's figure gradually appeared - he was standing at the door of the room, staring at everything here silently.

"Have you got the news so soon?" he murmured, squinting at the mirror.

The other party's response to Sirius was to erase it immediately, because it was not difficult for the silent to deal with Sirius.

If Maka hadn't come, if Maka hadn't arranged for the eight eyed giant spider to protect, I'm afraid Sirius would have been quietly removed.

No, even if there is an alienated eight eyed giant spider, the other party can send reinforcements to try to eliminate it. Therefore, there is no reason for them to choose to abandon a quiet person who is hard to cultivate so decisively.

Then there are few reasons for them to abandon Joshua, and the most likely one is the arrival of Maka.

He stretched out his hand, groped around the mirror, and felt the magic wave carefully. A lot of magic knowledge flowed rapidly in his mind and compared with the magic feedback in front of him.

After a moment, he put his hand down.

"Your name is' Joshua '... Isn't it?" Marca turned her head and looked at the young man shivering in the corner. "Do you want to go in with me? I think you should want to ask them some questions..."

He paused a little, then smiled and said: "... Of course, if they haven't run yet."

As soon as he had finished speaking, the staff in his hand had been lifted. During the magic agitation, a series of complex magic characters flashed at the top of the staff, and fell into the hazy mirror fragments one by one.

Then, the broken mirror was suddenly covered with a layer of silver light, and the original damaged and old places began to be repaired automatically.

Not long ago, a brand-new dressing mirror, which was incompatible with the surrounding dilapidated environment, appeared impressively in front of him.

In the clean as new mirror, Maka can't see her figure. All he can see is the scene of the room. But different from the actual environment, the room in the mirror is not dirty and old at all.

Maka turned her head again, and the young man named Joshua got up when the mirror was shining silver, and walked to him blankly.

But when Marca's eyes fell on him again, he stepped back in panic and stood aside with his neck and back hunched.

"It's up to you to decide whether to enter or not."

Marca didn't have time to waste on him. After leaving a word, he went straight to the mirror.

The monastery in the mirror has a lot of traces of life, the hanging lamps in the corridor are still emitting mild brilliance, the red carpet is soft and clean, and the landscape oil painting on the wall is vivid and clear.

Maka walked gently in the corridor and occasionally opened a room to have a look, but she didn't find a figure.

He came to the hall downstairs. The fireplace seemed to have just extinguished, and the embers still gave off a warm smell.

In front of some seats on the next long table, there are even leftover leftovers, and a pot of Pumpkin Cream soup is even steaming.

"Just left soon?" Marca frowned. "The clue is broken again..."

He pulled away an armchair and sat down, supporting his forehead and thinking quietly.

After a while, while Marca was still sorting her thoughts, Joshua came in nervously. At a glance, he saw Maka sitting at the table. Suddenly, he stopped in a panic and stopped at the door without saying a word.

He seemed at a loss and didn't know what to do. He didn't dare to talk to Marca or turn away - he didn't even know where he was going in the future.

He could only pestle there silently, drooping his eyelids and staring blankly at the patterns on the carpet.

"Do you know where they went?"

Joshua trembled as Maka asked.