Chapter 437

That day, Mrs. Pomfrey finally failed to meet Joshua's wish to see Marca. Because just this morning, Maka had left Hogwarts alone.

This time, he didn't set the positioning coordinates of the door key in advance. Therefore, he had to start as soon as possible, take Albania, the nearest coordinate point from his destination, as the transfer station, and spent the whole morning on high-speed flight.

When Maka successfully arrived at the target site against the sea breeze, Joshua just woke up from the hospital bed of the school hospital.

"It seems... Nothing has changed much here?"

Maka landed on an open beach, and the sand washed by the tide day and night was particularly delicate, rustling on it.

This is an island in the central sea area of the Mediterranean, and it is also the long lost hometown in Maka's impression.

Even standing on the edge of the island, just look at the center of the island from a distance, and you can see a towering spire tower, the top of which is emitting a soft white light.

Although it has been a long time since Maka came here last time, he still clearly remembers that it's best not to fly casually on this island.

He walked quickly through the dense jungle on the island. Along the way, he found that the magical creatures living here were still as diverse as in the past, but the number did not seem to be much different. It was obvious that they had been maintained in a stable and natural ecological structure.

Maka, who was running, accelerated again, dodged the sparse trees skillfully, and soon passed through the vibrant Island jungle.

Before long, when his eyes were wide, the remarkable tower appeared in his sight again.

Many pointed huts extending from the outer wall of the tower have no change from what we saw at the beginning, but the green vines climbing on the arc wall are obviously more than when we came last time, covering a layer of smooth vitality for some lower huts.

Maka looked up at the eagle shaped shield on the top floor of the tower. The golden eagle on a black background had clear color. Under the maintenance of magic, even a little dust had not been stained.

Seeing this huge coat of arms again, Maka's thoughts became a little complicated.

There are many ambiguous places in the cognition of royna Ravenclaw, whether oral or documented.

Rather, there are fewer clear things.

But most of the rumors about royna are positive, which is an indisputable fact. There is no doubt that this is the opposite of what Maka learned from the book of sin.

To be honest, Maka can now have such strength. The rune form attached at the back of the book of sin is a great help. If he only depends on himself to figure out the truth, he doesn't know how much he can understand the rules!

He had to believe the contents recorded in the book of sin and the warning conveyed by himself in the future.

But just as he almost caused great disaster because of a plan, he can't guarantee that he won't make mistakes in the future. In fact, he knows very well that even if he is holding a hint from the future in his hand, every step he takes now still needs to be explored carefully by himself.

So even though he now has the strength to clear many obstacles, even if he still doubts whether royna is a madman pursuing the destruction of the world, he has not even approached the Ravenclaw tower of Hogwarts Castle again.

From the existence of the bronze Eagle itself, we can know that his magic research is far from reaching the level of roener. Until he can understand the magic, he won't get involved in it easily.

The same is true for him on the upper floor of the high tower in front of him.

"... elves, I came to see you!"

Standing in the open space in front of the tower, Maka cast a sound reinforcement spell on herself, and then immediately shouted. But the language he used sounded strange.

During this period of time, whenever he had free time, he would open books to study and research, and even did not hesitate to consume a lot of intelligence enhancers, just for today's moment.

Learning a language is hard, but learning an ancient language is even more deadly.

When he first came here and found that he could not talk to the elves, he had the idea of studying that language.

But later, when he left the island, he gave up again.

The elves here are obviously different from the domestic elves outside. If there is not much difference in appearance, it is difficult for him to connect the two.

For the elves living here, perhaps knowing nothing about the magic world outside is the most suitable future for them.

Because of this, Maka didn't want to study this useless language. In his opinion, it seems to be a good choice for them to stay here and reproduce quietly.

But recently, when Marka found that Hogwarts's garrison power was quite empty, he was a little separated and incompetent, and he came up with the idea of these wild elves on the island again.

"Xiaojing -"

Seeing that there seems to be no movement around, Maka is going to shout again. But before he could finish his cry, he heard a crackling noise in the space around him, and a large number of elves appeared next to him.

The number of them directly surrounded him.

"Oh, man is calling us --"

"Wow! Finally I see humans again! Look at him, look at him, he's looking at me!"

"Isn't this the man who came last time? I remember, I remember - I remember the smell of his magic!"

"Yes, yes! He's tall again, much taller than when he came last time!"

"Isn't it the man last time? His magic is a little cool, chilly -"

The elves surrounded Maka in the middle and talked with all kinds of words. They spoke quickly and disorderly. It was like setting off firecrackers. It made people dizzy.

Maka studied hard, but now he found that it was still a very difficult task to fully understand what they said.

"Wait!" cried Marca, opening her arms. "Speak slowly - what you say - I've just learned --"

"Hahaha! He said, 'I've just learned', hahaha --" an elf stretched out his hand and pointed to Maka, laughing back and forth, "my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather would say that! No, it's grandpa's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather..."

"I wouldn't say that! My good grandson -" another elf slapped his friend and bent over to pretend to be old, "no, it's grandson's grandson's grandson's grandson..."

Maka looked at the elves and laughed wildly. She was a little confused.

"Get out of the way - get out of the way!"

Just when he was wondering, an old goblin poked them away and came to Maka slowly.

"Be quiet! This is the guest!" the goblin elder said seriously, "have you forgotten the rules taught you by your parents and elders? I don't need people who don't understand the rules!"

This reprimand made all the young goblins immediately shut their mouths, and the noisy scene immediately calmed down.

"Hello, are you the patriarch here?" Maka asked as clearly as possible in strict accordance with the language rules recorded in the book.

"No, I'm not," the goblin elder shook his head gently. The passing age made the original sharp elf voice become old and deep. "On this island, there is no longer the position of patriarch. I'm just relatively old."

"Is it about... Roy na?" Marca said curiously. "Oh, I mean - Roy Na, Myra, you should know?"

"Yes, I know," the goblin elder nodded slightly, "but the absence of a patriarch has nothing to do with Roy namila -"

He paused and then said, "she is the pioneer of this island, and our ancestors only had some agreements with her. Apart from the most basic daily maintenance for her magic tower, we have not interfered with her in any other way."

"The reason why we don't have a patriarch is just a rule of our elf family."

While the elf elder was talking, Maka cocked up her ears and listened attentively and understood. Although it was still a little difficult, it was at least much better than the buzzing mess just now.

"Are there any rules?" Marca thought. "Then I won't ask casually... By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is' Marca McLean ', from a country in the northwest."

"The wizard of mankind! Lac, say hello to you!" the elf elder leaned slightly and said, "you are my long lost guest. Please sit in the room! The elf will send you a sweet spring."

Surrounded by the elves, Maka followed the elves' elders. After the last time, she stepped into this ancient wizard tower again.

At the bottom of the tower, the furnishings are the same as at the beginning, and the circular hall is spotless. The bricks and stones laid under the feet are closely arranged, and the tapestries on the surrounding walls are beautifully woven, but the picture frames are all blank, which makes people feel a little lonely.

When Maka walked in with the elves, with the elder elves waving, the lights on the wall were lit one by one, and the soft magic light lit up the originally dull hall.

"Young wizard! We are waiting to replace our long dead Master, Roy Namira, and welcome you again!"