Chapter 710

Darkness, endless darkness.

The darkness that seemed to devour everything wrapped everything, making people feel like they were thrown into a universe without stars. There was nothing except the boundless darkness.

His chest seemed to be pressed with something very heavy and almost breathless.

In such a depressing darkness, only a low voice is still murmuring again and again, and each syllable is emitting the smell of ancient vicissitudes.

What's that talking about? Listening to the pronunciation of some sentences seems to be ancient Greek, but they are different when they are carefully distinguished, which makes people confused.

However, the content of those words is actually secondary, because among these intermittent syllables, another idea is extremely powerful. Yes, it should be. It feels like saying

"... let me... Out."

That's some kind of will to survive... No, it's not so much to survive as to want to be "free".

Just then, an idea completely different from the mumbling just now burst out!

"Power!"

"... do you want... Power?"

In the empty room, Maka suddenly opened her eyes and breathed a little heavier. As he adjusted his breathing, he looked at the bald old man still lying on the floor in front of him. He didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he breathed out gently, and seemed to have sorted out the pictures and sounds he had just felt from the old man's memory.

"I see. Is this the 'prediction' of astrology?" Maka nodded and said to herself, "the horse people are also good at predicting the future from the stars. I don't know if it's the same feeling."

To be honest, from the memory of this astrology, we can feel that it is a very strong negative feeling. Moreover, because the old man has predicted with his astrological circle array several times, even Maka can clearly realize that although the prediction content has not changed every time, the pictures and sounds are more and more true every time.

This may indicate that the moment in the forecast is getting closer and closer to now.

Because of this, Maka has reason to believe that the magic stone or the strange pain dagger may be the key to prevent the coming terror.

"Well, at least it can be used for self-protection?"

Although even the old man in front of him only knew the strange power of those two things, he was not even sure whether they were useful or not.

Of course, as far as the reason is concerned, the "powerful magic items" alone is more than enough - don't forget that the bald head is also a wizard with good ability!

"... no wonder the old man is so worried." Marca thought, but frowned slightly. "But that feeling is really... What the hell is that?"

He vaguely felt that the whisper in his memory seemed a little strange and familiar. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Anyway, let's do what's in front of us first! The alchemy competition is coming to the most tense moment. When this most important competition is over safely, we can think about other things..."

Thinking so, Maka raised her legs and walked to the door. She planned to discuss with Professor McGonagall how to minimize the adverse impact of the riot.

"Well... And it's time to start thinking about how to go in the future."

……

Just as Maka was walking to the principal's room, Sarah, who had left the room on request, had already laid down in the ward of the school hospital.

In fact, most people were confused about the accident at the school gate. Even the onlookers who printed everything that happened on the scene in their minds did not know what had happened.

At best, they saw Maka's wantonly active. After a long confrontation with the suspicious white robed old wizard, they ran and cast spells twice at an invisible speed, saving six kidnapped children in one fell swoop.

As for the key effect of Sarah's words, few people can understand it.

"Sarah, have you... Confessed to Marca?"

Beside a hospital bed with a slightly raised quilt, the fat young master Noah is occupying two chairs. But there was so much fat on his ass that he couldn't hold the two chairs. Still, a lot of meat fell from the edge.

However, compared with his careless sitting posture, he spoke with extra caution, just like a girl in the hospital bed.

However, his words did not get a response soon. After a while, when the raised quilt moved a little, the girl's voice came out gently.

"Brother Noah," she said, "do you think... He will really choose to help me?"

The fat man is actually not sensitive to the girl's title. It can be imagined that when a person knows that the girl who has always called himself "brother" and once called his father by the same name, that feeling is not to mention how isolated he is.

However, even Noah, the heir of the hornheim family, doesn't know all the details of Sarah.

The secret of man-made man has always been known only to the owner of the hornheim family. Even Noah just thought Sarah might be the ancestor of a woman who was cursed.

"Er... Should it be?" Noah thought about it after hearing Sarah's inquiry. "At least, I think he is still a good guy. If a friend encounters any difficulties, he should help."

"Well," Sarah said faintly, lying on the hospital bed with her eyes slightly closed, "is it 'friend'... Again?"

A word in Noah's dialect obviously makes Sarah fall into some confusion again.

In fact, to say whether she and Maka can be regarded as friends or not - according to Sarah's observation and experience of the world over the years, she thinks they should already be "friends".

Because, just now... Or at the end of the conversation, she can put aside her help to save Maka's children, ask Maka for help, and tell her past frankly. Isn't it only between good friends that we can do this kind of secret talk?

Maka didn't explicitly refuse to help from beginning to end. She even agreed to help after listening to her account.

Like this, both sides ignore the exchange of interests and only ask for and help from a frank point of view, which is obviously a friend like behavior based on the closeness of friendship.

But if you want to ask what kind of feeling can be called a "friend", she can't say at all.

"The feelings between people... Are really complex..."

Sarah talked to herself and shrank into the quilt so that Noah couldn't see her face at all. But even if he didn't see it, he had long been used to it, because Sarah never had too many expressions when they were alone.

"Oh, by the way -"

They were silent for a while. Noah couldn't bear the silence. He couldn't help but talk again.

"It's not easy for you to go out to school this time. How long will you stay in Hogwarts?"

This is really a problem, especially for Sarah.

"It's only four years at most... Maybe shorter." she calmly replied with her back to Noah. "Last time I went to school, I stayed less than two academic years, but this time with him, I should stay as long as possible."

"Last time I went to school..." Noah scratched his scalp, some speechless, "listen to the old man, the last time you went to school was when he was a child --"

"You've been 'last time' long enough." - he must be speechless.

Just think carefully, this is also a helpless thing.

Sarah's situation is doomed to spend most of her life in a place where she doesn't have many acquaintances, because she won't grow or die, even more surprising than Nicole LeMay, who has the magic stone.

Or... It makes people curious.

Nicole LeMay was pursued everywhere by greedy wizards because he created a magic stone and could refine alchemy drugs to continue life, so that he had to travel around with his wife to avoid people's eyes and ears.

If someone finds out Sarah's strange state, there will be countless harassment and threats?

So even if she wants to come out and contact people, she must always pay attention to the state of the people around her, and be ready to take the initiative to leave before causing trouble.

Seriously, Maka's "topic" about friends is really just right.

When the fake brothers and sisters were chatting casually across a thin quilt, a burst of footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor outside the ward. The footsteps seemed a little hurried, and it sounded as if... It seemed to be running to this ward.

The fat man who doesn't like quiet actually can't sit still, but his father took care of him just before he went to the stadium. It's best to stay with Sarah these two days. Therefore, as soon as he heard the sound from far to near, he immediately came to the spirit and stood up.

"Ah... Who's running so fast? I'll go and have a look..."

But when he trotted to the door of the ward, before he could put his hand on the doorknob, the door was pushed open.

"Boo!" "ah!"

When I opened the door, I hit the fat man's... Well, I hit his big belly, and then the door that was opened was directly bounced back.

With a scream outside, the door of the ward was closed again... Closed