Chapter 408

Maka didn't get any useful information from the humble and poor young man.

How could he know? Every day, except wandering between fear and attachment, from the bedroom to the dining table to the dark dungeon, he spent every minute of his life in depression.

Recently, the master will give him a task and order him to go out and do some cruel things. He was afraid. He didn't want to go out to the world full of strangers, but he had to accept it.

Besides, life doesn't seem to be different, and he doesn't want to be different.

Until today, he was suddenly abandoned by his master. The reality came too realistic, which made him feel like a dream. Inside and outside the dream, there are two distinct lives.

He didn't know what to do, and he was afraid of Maka. But if he doesn't follow Marca, he doesn't know where to go or what to do

In the monastery of mirror space, Maka walked in front, while Joshua followed far behind, looking completely at a loss.

"Is this the dungeon?" asked Marka coldly, standing by a trap door.

Joshua seemed to be startled. After a while, he gave a slight "um".

Marca kicked the latch of the trap door, turned the door up and walked down the wooden stairs. With the frowning "creak" sound, the surrounding light is decreasing little by little, and finally swallowed up by the darkness underground.

Suddenly a soft light broke the darkness in front of her. Maka lit the staff with a luminous spell.

The area of this dungeon is unusually large. Looking at it, there is no wall. It is a prison composed of thick and thin metal arms. There are single rooms that look very small, and there are large prisons that can be stuffed into many people.

In contrast, the ceiling is surprisingly low. If you grow high, you may have to bow to move forward.

Maka thought that the bottom should have been emptied. Unexpectedly, he saw several small figures lying on the ground at a glance.

It seems that the other party has evacuated here, but because the time is too tight, there is no margin to take everyone away.

Maka looked back and found that the timid young man didn't seem to follow him.

"Click."

He went to the door of a cage that could hold about five or six adults. With a gentle stroke of his magic wand, the big lock with a spell on the iron fence door immediately bounced off the lock tongue.

As she opened the gate, Maka walked slowly into the prison.

There's only one person locked up here. It's a little guy no more than ten years old. I can't tell whether it's a boy or a girl just by looking at it. My whole body is dirty and full of scars.

The little guy was lying on the dirty ground, motionless, but his slightly undulating body was obviously still alive.

"Wake up, little guy."

Maka reached out and patted the other party's arm. The wounds on it were blue and purple. There were still dry blood stains on the wound, mixed with dust and solidified into a terrible black and red.

He patted twice, but the child didn't mean to wake up. He still crawled on the ground unconsciously.

But his words startled the girl in another small cell not far away. In fear, the iron chain on each other's feet hit the iron pipe of the cage, making a "bang".

The sound was particularly harsh in the dark and silent dungeon.

Maka looked back, but saw that the girl had shrunk to the other corner, as if she wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

Looking at the girl for a moment, Maka didn't go there immediately, but turned around and turned the child on the ground.

It seems that there is a reason for the child's delay in responding, because Maka saw a particularly serious wound on him.

It was a wound like being beaten by a blunt instrument. From the clavicle to the chest, the blue and purple swelling marks were quite obvious, and even some had festered due to infection.

Looking at the injury with no signs of treatment, Maka felt that the child must be of some value.

Let's not mention whether the so-called "master" is greenward's Secret subordinate or greenward himself. The reason why the other party imprisons children in large quantities is obviously to study the possibility of artificially creating silent people.

Many years ago, when wizards did not hide themselves as they do now, naturally generated silent people were not uncommon.

At that time, those children with magical potential could not be correctly guided because of the secular prejudice against wizards.

Muggles are afraid of the power of magic. They not only hunt down and judge adult wizards, but also raise torches and ropes for children who have just gone crazy.

Therefore, in that dark age, the children with magic in their bodies were deeply suppressed.

Even if they know that they may be different from other children, they dare not reveal their true side; Even if their parents know their children's abnormalities, they will try to eliminate the possibility of their children growing into "heresy".

Under the influence of the general trend of the times, beating and scolding abnormal children has become the choice of some parents. They firmly believe that their children are not weird and refuse to be weird.

When the repressed magic and the children's negative emotions are intertwined and compacted in the bottom of my heart. Some children choose silence in fear, while others burst out in silence.

It integrates the chaotic magic of negative emotions. When encountering violent emotional fluctuations, it suddenly turns into a strange and uncontrolled energy.

Some wizard scholars believe that it is also a kind of black magic, because it has all the characteristics required to be defined as black magic; Some wizard scholars believe that it can only be regarded as a relatively negative magic phenomenon, just like the generation of Dementors, and can not be defined by good and evil black and white.

Now, someone obviously wants to master this strange and powerful power in his own hands, try to turn uncontrollable into controllable, and use it to achieve some ulterior purposes.

If you want to fully control this power, it is obviously most appropriate to start with its carrier.

It's easy for Maka to imagine that the other party robbed the magic school again and again, searched around for these children who had the phenomenon of magic rampage, and locked them in this mirror cage.

The upper floor here has a comfortable and warm living environment; At the lower level, it is a gloomy and terrible underground prison.

While experiencing heaven and hell in a circular way, we should also give psychological induction of the same nature, and constantly experiment and adjust to achieve the expected goal.

What is born in this way is a deformed life with strong power and fragile heart like Joshua.

"... there is no more boring research project than this."

Maka opened the child's mouth, took out a bottle of magic medicine for treating trauma and poured it in.

The child obviously didn't give in, so after suffering a potentially fatal injury, the "master" didn't mean to treat it.

If it were this child, maybe we could get some useful information from him. While waiting for the injury to recover, Maka stood up and turned to the girl on the other side.

"Don't be afraid. Can you talk to me?"

Instead of opening the door at once, Maka stood outside in the aisle and spoke. When the two sides are separated by a metal fence gate, it may bring some insignificant sense of security to the girl.

Even if this sense of security must be extremely limited, it is much better than face-to-face.

"Or how about running away with me?" he smiled. "Of course, if you want."

The girl didn't make a sound. She just stared at the ground in her corner and looked at him in a daze every moment.

Like the child just now, the girl was wearing a worn-out old dress. She couldn't help being very thin and ventilated everywhere.

On her exposed skin, crisscross scars can be found everywhere, which makes people feel pity.

His dirty face was buried in the shadow, his hair stained with dust and blood was tangled, and the dead grass was scattered on his shoulders and back, emitting a sour smell.

Of course, the place itself has no good taste.

"Don't you want to leave here?" after a while, Maka asked again.

With his voice, the girl obviously shrank more tightly, completely afraid that he would run in and hurt her.

But a few seconds later, she suddenly spoke.

"... save..."

"It's all right. Just say it well." Maka whispered as softly as possible.

"Please... Help... Me." the girl seemed to try her best to agitate her dry throat and spit out the intermittent words. The broken syllables made people barely understand her meaning.

"... OK."

Maka stared at her for a moment. When her eyes slowly aligned with her own, Maka nodded gently.

With another click, makara opened the iron fence door, walked slowly to her, squatted down and touched her head. Although the long hair was full of stains, how could he care about them.

No, seriously, if you have to study deeply, the materials for preparing magic medicine are much more disgusting than this!

"Can you walk by yourself?" asked Marca.

The girl nodded timidly, but soon shook her head again. Her clear eyes looked at the shackles on her ankles.

Maka lifted the staff and knocked it, and the heavy iron ring around her ankle cracked.

"Come on, let's save the others -"

As he spoke, he stood up and walked up and down the aisle. In this dungeon, there are still some abandoned people, most of whom are already dying children.

Behind him, the girl looked at the broken handcuffs on the ground, and an inexplicable vitality appeared in her eyes. She looked up at the figure who had reached the gate of the fence, and hurried up barefoot.