Chapter 821

"It's almost time. Call that 'ASA'

On the second floor of the basement of Witt house, a familiar and strange voice suddenly sounded, passing by the ears of two Witt family members who were waiting outside.

"I'll convey it to the owner."

One of them immediately leaned down and then raised his legs to the outside stairs. The other one was still standing outside the stone room, afraid to move without permission, but couldn't help but secretly glanced at the stone room.

Just a quick glance, he took his eyes back, straightened his back and stood firm. Just the picture of that moment has been deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Call -"

He closed his eyes and breathed as softly as possible.

How many people have been sent in since the old master left this secret room?

Five or ten? Or twenty?

He didn't count, nor was he interested in counting... In fact, he didn't feel much at first. After all, in this black market, people will lose their lives for various reasons almost every day.

The people who were sent to this stone chamber today were just some insignificant people who were temporarily sent out by the old master to catch them.

But when he found that the number of people sent in gradually increased, and there was still no stopping trend, even if he asked himself that he was not a good man, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

What the hell happened there?

This is why he couldn't help taking a look at it just now.

But now, he saw it, but he still didn't understand what the man who occupied old Barney's body was doing.

Or why would that guy want to kill so many people?

On the floor of the stone chamber, there were people lying on the ground. Those men and women obviously did not breathe, as if they were scattered like abandoned toys.

There was no expected blood stumps, nor any ferocious and terrible face. Only the cold air seemed to describe the creepy silence.

And he, who had been guarding the door from the beginning, didn't even know how those people died.

Just as he drew back his eyes and returned to the posture of standing against the wall, a pair of eyes inside suddenly opened and glanced expressionless at the door of the secret room.

"That young man, the seal made this time is much more reliable than those in the underground palace... Hum, it's a novel magic array?"

Halber muttered quietly.

"In that case, the devouring mirror will be kept by you for the time being..."

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"Miss Miriam, are you sure that the rest of the summoning volume of abatair is still in your hands?"

"Anyway, the effect has passed now. You may not believe what I say... And you are not allowed to call the boss that way!"

As millian said, the effect of vomit has completely dissipated, and Marca doesn't plan to use it again. But he still asked questions one by one, which reassured Millie.

However, what most relieved her now was that Maka didn't guide her to say something she shouldn't say just now.

For example, the detailed location of the boss; For example, the specific tasks of Assa.

Well, although she has roughly explained all her experiences up to now... You know, even if ASA or even the boss asked, she would never say something.

Even these things are mostly unimportant past events.

"Oh, no," said Marca with a casual smile, "I can believe everything you say... Look! I've still stayed here to chat with you. Isn't that the best proof?"

Miriam leaned against the wall of the roadway with her mouth closed. She didn't care even if she was rubbed with beautiful clothes. She just glanced at Marca again and said goodbye again.

"What are you doing here? I can't wait for you to go!" she said angrily.

But Maka, who was also leaning against the brick wall, smiled and shook her head.

"Do you want me to go? Are you sure?" he raised his eyebrow slightly. "If I leave now, I have only one place to go - do you expect me to go to the door of the Witt family and squat on the Mr. ASA?"

"If you want to go, go... No, don't go!" millian changed her mouth somewhat awkwardly, but unexpectedly, the more she said, the more she felt wrong.

In principle, Maka is the enemy of her and Asaph.

But when Maka guessed that they were going to win over the two families of Witt and Augustine to deal with themselves, she was quite puzzled that she could talk to her so carelessly.

Now, she even said the childish remark of "no going".

"I, I mean... What the hell do you mean?" millian fiercely turned her head again, stared at Marca and said angrily, "you don't kill my enemy, nor the heir of the Augustine family on the earth, and you don't even go to ASA --"

"I said," interrupted Marca, spreading her hands. "Do you just want me to sabotage your partner's actions?"

"I'm asking you what you're thinking!" Miriam suddenly bit her lower lip and couldn't help saying, "or do you just want to humiliate me in this way!"

Her voice spread through the deserted alley and went deeper than here. Obviously, she shouted this sentence a little too loudly.

"Shh -" Marca motioned her to be gentle, but then smiled noncommittally. "If you think I'm humiliating you... Well, I don't mind you thinking so."

Looking at Marca's indifferent face and the seemingly empty smile on her face, millian couldn't help feeling a burst of disgust. But at the next moment, she seemed to recall something, and her face suddenly became subtle again.

"Is it difficult... Are you sympathizing with my life experience?"

Maybe Marca didn't expect her to say such a sentence, and she was stunned.

Yes, Miss Miriam's life is indeed very sad, but has there ever been a lack of those pathetic and pathetic lives in this world?

Not to mention others, Maka's own fate is full of twists and turns. Even at Hogwarts, the road is full of ups and downs.

It's a bit difficult for him to sympathize with other people's life experience.

However, in Marca's view, this may be a more reasonable excuse, isn't it?

"I think you must have guessed more than once that Voldemort was the murderer who led to your parents' bizarre disappearance," he suddenly thought, and a faint pity appeared in his eyes. "Didn't you go to him when he was resurrected?"

"Resurrection?"

Millian's eyes widened when she heard the speech, and her surprised look was like the first time she had heard of it.

"When? How could he --"

"Oh, so you don't know?"

As far as Maka is concerned, this is a small surprise.

However, after a burst of surprise, millian forced herself to calm down again.

For her, the sadness of her childhood had faded with the news of Voldemort's death. Even now, there was only a little emptiness left.

Yes, if she knew Voldemort was still alive, she would try to avenge her parents and herself. But now it was Maka, the obvious "enemy", who told her about it.

Can you believe the enemy's words?

She is not the inexplicable Marca McLean in front of her. She will not easily believe what the enemy says!

"Yes, I really don't know," Miriam said indifferently, staring at Marca. "But I don't want to know."

After saying this, she seemed to think a little, and then she said firmly:

"Mr. McLean, I don't need your unknowable sympathy."

"Yes, I fell into your hands today, which proves that I am far from strong enough... But if you still want to deceive me by this means, you will never succeed!"

"So, either let me go, or... Kill me now!"

Maka was very helpless to hear these words, but she saw him get up straight from the brick wall, pat his back, and then walk to millian.

He also looked directly into each other's eyes and asked one word at a time:

"What makes you think I'm the kind of person who kills when I disagree?"

This sentence really stopped millian.

To be honest, her understanding of Maka, like Maka's understanding of her not long ago, is generally something floating on the surface.

Marca's name is obviously much louder than her, but those are the impressions of others. And isn't this kind of public impression something that can be shaped at will?

Therefore, Miriam has always believed that Marca McLean, like some people in the world, is the kind of thing that carries the banner of "benevolence and righteousness but does obscene things".

Otherwise, at his age, can he create such a great reputation in the world of magic?

In fact, there are always some guys in the world who are not afraid to guess others with the greatest malice. In fact, many people have the same idea as Milian.

"I don't care what kind of person you are," she snorted suddenly. "I'm just on a mission, and you are my enemy. I'll ask you - do you kill me or let me go?"

Seeing that she finally began to be unreasonable, Maka had to step back with an ambiguous smile.

"It's almost time," he said, counting the time. Then he looked up and continued, "well, since you have to ask..."

"Then I'll let you go!"