Chapter 459

What is outlined on the ground by the cane is the pattern of a dagger.

The unique one eye carving pattern on the handle and the double open front short blade with a little radian correspond to each other in Maka's memory.

Yes, this Sabre shaped like an Arab dagger. Maka even once held it tightly under the guidance of roina. It was because of this dagger that Maka could only live in a cold world for a long time.

"'The sin of jealousy '?" Marca's expression became a little dignified.

As for the so-called "evil", he had some uncertain inferences before.

Like the monument of bewitchment, the Gryffindor sword, and the mysterious landing mirror depicted in the despicable Tomb of halbo... Maybe including the cursed blood of the brova family - they all seem to cause great disasters.

In this regard, it is not too much to call them the source of evil.

On this thought, as a person who had experienced the dagger, Maka suddenly felt that it didn't seem too much to include it.

The person who holds the arc dagger is bound to be blocked from normal emotions and emotions. The dagger is a weapon. If you don't need to return it, but once you use it

Maka still vaguely remembers how the assassin attached to him felt when he listened to the wailing of the soul of the dead at the time of his successful assassination.

It was undoubtedly a very strange pleasure.

That pleasure will be particularly impressive when the parties are emotionally lost. Those who are not determined will probably fall into a cycle of killing from then on.

"Jealous..." Maka nodded secretly. "It seems that my new edition of the book of sin can add some content..."

Just as he was secretly watching for a moment, the big mountain fairy who finished drawing the pattern looked up again. The glittering and translucent eyes looked directly at him, as if charming but with nature.

"Man, what do you seem to know about this sin?"

Maka did know something, and according to his guess, the dagger probably didn't appear again.

Even he himself, at that time, was just under the magic of roener, entering a certain memory... Or simply the simulated spiritual world.

Otherwise, judging from the characteristics of the dagger, the Muggle world will suffer first. In any case, a serial killer has long been born, and he can't run away.

He pointed to the pattern on the ground and motioned to each other to sleep, indicating that the thing was probably still sleeping in some corner!

After understanding what Maka wanted to express, the half man tall "big Fairy" was obviously relieved. Seeing this, Maka couldn't help but feel a move. After pointing to the pattern on the ground again, Maka pointed to the other party with doubts.

Obviously, this sudden emergence of ancient species has a strange talent for blood inheritance, and can pass some information on to future generations.

It's rare to meet an object who seems to know a lot. Maka naturally wants to ask more.

Although there will be a great limit to communication because the language is not interconnected, Maka is willing to work harder if she can get more clues and origins about "evil".

"The relationship between it and me? Do you really want to know?" the other party hesitated for a moment and seemed to be afraid, "that's' sin ', a terrible force... It will bring endless disasters."

"Those who hold that share of evil will eliminate all good and evil natures. Only when the sharp blade of evil tastes the soul will it give the holder boundless pleasure. What it envies is the soul, what it humiliates is the soul, what it chews is the soul... The more pure and beautiful the soul is, the more it will attract it."

"The murmuring blood in my body tells me that I should stay away from it... Go away. If it is still causing disaster, I must leave the seeds of inheritance as soon as possible, let her bury deep in the bottom and continue to wait for the next flower to bloom..."

The idea she conveyed to Maka's mind was interrupted at this moment. A kind of fear from the heart echoed in Maka's consciousness. There was no detailed content, but a kind of fear.

"The descendants of our tree of life can't wither away! This is the only responsibility I have to shoulder in my life."

Here, Maka really wanted to ask her -- can't you tell her more about the dagger?

But the other party probably didn't understand very specifically, because in Maka's expectant eyes, the other party just shook his head gently.

"Human, where is this place? Can I take root and grow here?"

Ask yourself if you can "take root" here. This requirement is really unheard of. Maka subconsciously glanced aside and found that the actual residents of the island were still lying on the ground!

When he thought about it, he immediately thought of a plan - if you want to blame others, you should blame them for choosing to talk to me!

"Lark, get up! Your ancestors' friends are going to live here," said Maka. "The island is given to her old man... As for you, come with me!"

Old Lacker suddenly raised his head, first looked at the new "big Fairy", and then looked at Maka again.

"Philip wants us to follow you?" old Lacker said suspiciously. "Did Sir Philip talk to you?"

"Yes, through the mind," Marca said, pointing to her head.

"Then why doesn't lord Ferri talk to the elf?" old Lacker hesitated and looked at the enlarged fairy again. "Moreover, why should the elf go with you?"

"In order to complete... Well, the task assigned to us by Lord Ferri," Maka said, pointing to the pattern on the ground, solemnly, "see? It is the source of a disaster and the source of sin that led Lord Ferri to sleep! Although this sin has disappeared again, other sins continue to spread in the world..."

"We must stop those evil sources that corrode the world, otherwise..." speaking of this, Maka glanced at the corner of her eye and immediately came up with an idea, "otherwise, the beauty we live on will be completely destroyed by them. Do you understand?"

Maka is quite familiar with this kind of thing. He was right, because now the so-called "evil" is really ready to move again.

The bewitching monument tied to Voldemort is like a bomb that will explode from time to time. And according to Trelawney's prediction, greenward seems to be involved.

As for whether it has anything to do with the "ferry" in Lao lac's mouth, it may be.

"... is it really so?" old Lacker still didn't seem to believe it. "Young wizard, I feel a trace of falsehood in your words!"

"Of course it's true."

Maka nodded solemnly towards old LAK, then turned her head to the "big Fairy" standing aside who didn't know why, and nodded to her.

"Right?" knowing that others didn't understand, Maka still deliberately opened her mouth.

"Can I really take root here?" so, a beautiful misunderstanding happened so easily. "Thank you very much for your help... It's really my luck to meet a kind man like you at birth."

She nodded at him as she conveyed her ideas, obviously in a gesture of kindness. When old lark looked at her with Maka's words, she also nodded to old lark.

"I think I should also thank you for your help."

When such an idea echoed in old lac's mind, he bowed down again in amazement - his ancestors' friends talked to him! Even one sentence surprised him.

"No, Lao lac doesn't dare to accept Philip's thanks. This is Lao lac... No, it's the honor of the elf family! We will do our best to complete the task you gave us! This is the promise of the ELF's life!"

"Then let's go quickly! Don't delay Lord Ferri's settling down here -" makadan urged, "come on! I have some clues about the task. I think you can 'do your best' for this agreement soon."

After motioning to the novel ancient species again, Maka took the excited old lac and a group of equally energetic elves outside.

Different from the hardship when they came, now when they leave here, the vines automatically make way for them. Before long, they met other elves waiting outside.

While Lao lac was walking and explaining to the people, Maka looked back and forth thoughtfully between them and the surrounding green fog.

It seems that these green miasma are not poisonous fog, but have other functions. Otherwise, just look at the concentration of these miasma, even if those elves are not poisoned, they can never have no reaction.

"If it's not poison gas... Maybe it has something to do with that powerful regeneration ability?"

Because he was curious, he habitually took out an empty large magic medicine bottle, filled it with a bottle of green fog, and planned to take it back to study it when he had time.

Soon, after leaving the vine extension area, Maka and the elves immediately moved back to the magic tower in the middle of the island. Needless to say, Maka's first thing is to make sure Luna and Hermione are safe.

When he saw the two girls lying on the lookout at the top of the tower and looking anxiously at the north of the island, his heart, which had been half hanging, finally settled a little.

At this time, a large number of vines in the distance that were still waving in mid air and provoked the high tower to generate a halo of exclusion again and again were suddenly retracted into the jungle. With another slight shock at your feet, a new round of "rooting movement" seems to have begun.