Chapter 706

For the vast majority of people, watching a lovely girl walk in front of them is undoubtedly a very pleasant thing.

But if the girl was still holding a bloody arm in her hand and dripping blood as she walked... The pleasant scene could suddenly turn into shock.

If you look more carefully, you will find that the arm is actually the girl's own——

"Excuse me, please."

In the panic of a group of students, Sarah calmly passed the stairs they quickly let out, and walked all the way up the stairs to the eighth floor of the castle.

"Sarah, you --" behind her, Marca is walking up with her. "Although you say you're okay, i... well, how can I say? I can believe you're okay, and the blood on your shoulder is temporarily stopped... But do you think about what to wrap first?"

Just now, when Mrs. Pomfrey said that the emergency treatment was ineffective, Sarah suddenly interrupted the other party's words and put the responsibility of treatment on Maka's head.

Then she told Maka that she needed a place where no one would disturb her.

Now that Sarah has reached such a point, why doesn't Marca, who has long noticed her abnormality, understand - taking this opportunity to help, is the girl finally going to say something?

So Maka prepared and invited her to sit in the house where she asked.

"Don't pack it. I'll take it back soon anyway. My muscles will shrink over time. It's not easy to take it, so I can't wait too long... Besides, I'd like to ask you some questions..."

The bland tone, the penetrating answers, and even the change of the way of claiming to be... All kinds of subtle changes everywhere remind Maka that there will be some non daily conversations later.

"OK..." Maka shook her head helplessly and controlled the bald old man floating behind her higher. "In short, I have to thank you for what happened just now - you saved the lives of the six children."

Sarah, who was walking in front, was silent for a while. Then she nodded her chin without looking back.

"You're welcome... The eighth floor is here. Where do you go next?"

……

After a while, Marca took her to the house of response. Because the room he used before was too messy, so this time he simply changed to a spacious room again.

"How do you answer it? Can I help you?"

Asked Marka casually, putting the unconscious old man on the clean new floor.

"OK..."

In fact, Maka's words are more or less out of customary politeness. After all, Sarah has put on a surplus face from the beginning, which doesn't seem to need help. As for what was said to Mrs. Pomfrey at that time, it was more like a bad excuse.

But he just didn't expect that Sarah gave a positive answer to this polite question without thinking about it.

"Professor McLean, please take it for me first."

Maka has got many things from girls in his life, ranging from an unknown flower seed to a whole bundle of magic books... But today, he received a whole fresh arm from a girl for the first time!

Even Maka felt more or less unnatural.

However, the owner of this slender arm did not show any difference. Seeing that she handed her arm to Maka quite casually, she took out a pen from the pocket inside her robe and began to write and draw on the floor.

In Marca's hand, the section of the arm was still dripping with blood. In this quiet room, both sides temporarily shut up, and only the ticking sound was particularly obvious.

He noticed that Sarah was drawing a refining array on the floor.

Most of these two days, he watched the competition on the field. Although he didn't study it deeply, he has seen a lot of the players' formation in the competition. Several contestants' alchemy level is really good, including the fineness of refining array, which is obviously higher than that of other contestants, which can be seen by laymen at a glance.

But now, when Marca saw that the refining array on the floor was rapidly taking shape under Sarah's hands, he found that it was the first time he had seen such a complex refining array.

Unlike his runic array, which is similar to the irregular array of tree view, most of the refined array are circular arrays, and Sarah's is the same. However, the difference in scale can easily distinguish it from the formation of others.

"All right -"

About twenty minutes later, Sarah put aside her pen and stood up, then nodded to Marca.

"Professor McLean, can you bring my arm over here? Just roughly align it, then hold it up and wait a little..."

"Oh, I have to remove the spell of hemostasis first."

"No, don't get so close, leave some distance..."

The magic flow caused by magic will interfere with the operation of the refining array, so even the floating spell can't be used. Therefore, Maka had to assume the responsibility of "human support", half holding a girl's arm and standing next to her master, aiming the bloody section at the girl's bloody shoulder.

Sarah stood on a half moon pattern of the tempered array. As she gently read a few words similar to those she had said when dealing with the bald old man, translucent silk threads suddenly emerged from each node of the tempered array one by one.

Those silk threads, as if they had their own life, quickly wound around the severed arm and Sarah's shoulder, and poked out one by one from the section after passing through the body, one by one corresponding to the silk threads extending towards the opposite fracture.

When each silk thread was connected with each other, Maka immediately felt a pulling force on her arm, as if those silk threads were trying to reconnect the two sections.

"Just get close slowly."

Sure enough, Sarah gave instructions in time. Of course, even if she didn't say it, Maka knew what to do. When the two sides coincided with each other, the cut flesh and blood immediately gave birth to granulation - healing, which was going on smoothly.

The process of reconnecting the broken arm is much faster than the time spent drawing the refining array. Just a few minutes later, Sarah said that Marca could let go.

Not long after Sarah repeatedly clenched her right hand, there was no doubt that the refining array completed its task very well.

"Sarah --"

"It's a pity, Professor McClane... It can only be used to recover my physical injury. Others can't use it."

Maka was about to speak, but Sarah interrupted her. When he heard this, he had to wave his hand immediately to show that he didn't want to say this.

"Even if this can be used by others, I don't think it can be used in general -" he said. "It can be done with relevant healing spells and potions, and it should be no worse than the effect of this formation... I want to ask why Mrs. Pomfrey's healing spell doesn't work on your injury?"

When Sarah heard the speech, she gently pursed her mouth, and then suddenly looked up at Marca's face.

This kind of direct touch on the line of sight is what Sarah has always tried to avoid in the past - Marca has felt it more than once. At this moment, Sarah finally showed her eyes to Maka with her own will.

"You --"

This kind of look in Marca's eyes has not been seen before. The sense of vicissitudes that has been washed by time can be easily seen in the eyes of some elderly people. But for a little wizard who has only entered Hogwarts for half a school year, this look is too inconsistent.

However, in addition to that awkward sophistication, Maka was vaguely aware that something seemed to be missing.

"Professor McLean, i... I actually have a question for you. If possible, I'd like to ask you one more thing." Sarah looked at Marca and slowly said in a cool tone, "I helped you once just now, so I hope you can help me once -"

Speaking of this, she gave a little meal, and then went on: "as for the fact that the healing spell does not work for me... If you are willing to help me, you will naturally know the reason."

"Help?" Marca thought. "What's the favor?"

Facing Marca's questioning, Sarah just shook her head.

"It's important to me," she said. "So I can't say it until you promise."

Not only want to get help from others, but also refuse to explain the reason in advance, which inevitably makes people hesitate.

Maka could not help but spread her hands and shoulders and said, "in fact, I know you have been observing me and testing me since you entered school, and you have deliberately used several ways. Moreover, I also know that you should not have investigated me... So why are you willing to take the initiative this time? Just because you helped me just now?"

"Yes," Sarah's answer was surprisingly simple, "because I think you should be the kind of person who doesn't want to owe others - for example, in this alchemy contest, you spend so much energy to repay some people, don't you?"

As for Sarah's answer, Marca showed an uncertain expression.

"I have to admit that your observation is very careful," he waved his hand, "but unfortunately, you don't see completely enough in the most critical place... Because I only try my best to repay my true friends, but I don't want to owe anyone."

"So..." Marca asked, staring at Sarah. "Are you my 'friend'