Chapter 823

"Boom, boom, boom -"

A series of explosions suddenly sounded in the black market, followed by thick smoke and blazing fire.

This is a "little joke" made by Maka and the Wizards in the black market.

There are a large number of elves abducted by Maka from the isolated island in the sea of roina. Once gathered, a single round of Volley will also produce quite amazing results.

Like Voldemort and his death eaters trying to launch a general attack on Hogwarts, this attack can not help the powerful wizards at Dumbledore's level, but can form a strong deterrent to ordinary wizards.

At first, these explosions only appeared in residential areas with few people, but soon people found that the whole explosion seemed to spread to other areas.

"Boom!"

There was another explosion. This time, everyone finally saw it clearly - someone was casting a spell to maliciously destroy, and there were a lot of "destruction maniacs"!

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, and the flow of people in the street began to surge up and hurried to the other end of the black market.

The utility of conformity began to exert its power.

Seeing that most people were pushing and squeezing away from the explosion, the rest subconsciously ran along. At this moment, most people don't know each other, but they have almost the same idea - "run!"

At this time, on the other side of the block opposite to the residential area being bombed by a large area, a group of wizards gathered at the end of the main road in uniform pure color robes.

Above them, a string of letters formed by a magic spell merged into a glittering word:

"Door key collection."

They are all Aurors of the Ministry of magic, but Auror's identity is of little use here.

Maka knows something about the psychology of these wizards in the black market. He knows that it is undoubtedly naive to want these guys to obey the command and escape here.

But in any case, he can't turn his back on the Wizards in the whole black market. Even if he can be ruthless, he can't let the Ministry of magic or even the International Federation of wizards know his ruthlessness.

Therefore, when he thought about it, he simply used this "shepherd style" means.

If the elves who are making explosions are compared to shepherds, the wizards who are driven to flee in the black market are sheep. As for Auror, which he placed on the other end, he acted as the "exit of the sheepfold".

Standing on the top of a tall building in the residential area, Maka looked at the crowd in the distant street and couldn't help but have a subtle smile on her face.

For the Ministry of magic, this is to fulfil its obligations.

Even if the black market is always on the surface of the edge of the British magic world, it is also a part of the magic world.

Where there is light, there is darkness, and coordinating light and darkness is what the Ministry of magic has been doing all along.

When there are problems in the black market, it is also the work of the Ministry of magic to protect the residents in the black market.

But for Maka, this actually makes some sense.

His aim has always been to deal with Haier Bo. In order to make Haier Bo no longer pose a threat to the British magic world, it is obvious that vacating an underground black market can not have any substantive impact on Haier Bo.

If that guy wants to do something, he can change places at any time.

"So, this can only be a 'little joke'..."

Maka looked into the distance, muttered, and then turned away from the roof. But as soon as he flashed, he rushed out in a certain direction at a very fast speed the next second, and disappeared in the thick smoke in a twinkling of an eye.

……

The roof where Maka stood just now was more than 100 feet away from the Witt family residence. Near this section of the street, it is also the main target of some elves' curse bombing.

However, none of those spells ever fell on the position of Witt's house.

Listening to the rumbling explosion outside, most members of the Witt family showed an expression of surprise and uncertainty.

No way. Attacks of this scale can no longer be handled by normal means. Even if they want to run, they have to weigh whether they can run out of the bombing range!

"Has the protective spell been spread?"

A steward hurried down from upstairs and asked.

"Everyone has been sent and all sides are ready. It should start soon." another family manager replied.

Although so far, the Witt house has not been attacked, no one can guarantee that it will not be bombed all the time. Therefore, stepping up preparations for defense is the safest choice.

And at the same time, in the basement.

"Curse bombing?"

Halber's expression moved slightly, but he didn't figure out why for a while.

"Is it that McClane again? What does he want to do this time..." just a little thought, he turned and said, "arrange the defense work, and then send someone to check the situation... Ignore other things."

He didn't care what the Witt family would become. In his opinion, it was just a little accident. What's more, he has more important things to do now!

"... OK."

Old Victor answered helplessly and turned away.

"Bang!"

As soon as the old master's front foot left, Haier Bo in the secret room immediately waved his hand. Suddenly, ASA, who fell to the ground unconscious, suddenly rose into the air, and then was heavily thrown back to the hard ground.

"Er..."

The dull pain in his back and legs made him frown as he woke up.

It was a heavy fall just now. If he hadn't been transformed and his body mass in normal form exceeded many ordinary people, he would have broken many bones now.

But the next moment, still lying on the ground, he caught a glimpse of Haier Bo sitting not far away.

"Who the hell are you? Where is this? Why did you bring me here?"

Three questions in a row expressed ASA's doubts. But even if he had understood the strength of the guy in front of him, he would not lose the necessary calm.

"Me?" halber chuckled. "You don't need to know who I am."

Before the words fell, a sharp flash flashed in his deep eyes. The two lines of sight that were straight through the soul were like an invisible suction, which made ASA look at him uncontrollably.

Immediately, his body was shocked and his brain roared.

A moment later, ASA felt his consciousness restored, but his sense of detachment made it difficult for him to support his body and fell to the ground with a soft plop.

"Hum, didn't you even tell me where you are?" Haier Bo narrowed his eyes and slowly said, "why don't I believe it?"

"So... You want to find our boss?" Asha, who fell to the ground, said with some difficulty, "if you want the summoning part of abatair, exchange Marca McLean's life..."

When Haier Bo heard the speech, he smiled sarcastically at the corners of his mouth.

"I was saved by an old man in my childhood. When I grow up, I am willing to repay each other with everything, even at the expense of myself... Hey, what a beautiful friendship! Don't you think?"

ASA was unmoved by helbo's ridicule. As far as he is concerned, this feeling is the most sincere, and it is also his greatest belief in performing tasks again and again.

And when a person is not afraid of death, what else can make him moved?

Because of this, Maka felt energetic and had no place to use in the face of these desperate guys.

However, halbo's ridicule did not end because of ASA's firm performance.

"Unfortunately," he said, slightly raising his jaw and looking down at the latter, "there are always some people in this world who can really become a qualified martyr... But you are not included."

As he spoke, halbo suddenly bent down and stared at ASA's face.

"I heard that your companion Miriam has been with your boss for the past few years?"

"I also heard that she is on the black market now?"

"I heard again... Although you never mentioned it, you always secretly admire this young partner in your heart..."

The more he said, the colder ASA's expression became. The contrast between the tight face and the gradually sharp eyes became more and more distinct.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

ASA finally couldn't help but speak. His voice was as cold as ice residue. People couldn't help feeling that even the air had dropped several degrees at once.

However, Haier Bo, sitting not far away, seemed unaware of it.

"What am I talking about, don't you understand?"

He said this as if he were just teasing him for fun. After saying this, he stood up and walked to the door of the secret room.

Halbo's pace is not fast. Da, Da, Da... Every step is like tapping ASA's heart.

Yes, what this guy wants to know has long been in his head. Now for this guy, ASA is useless rubbish.

So, what should this guy do after teasing him casually?

"Wait!"

Asa's voice became more hoarse somehow. There was a kind of pain agglutinating in his heart, which burned his gratitude to Grandpa Raven.

There are many kinds of love. For ASA, Miriam's weight may be much heavier than he imagined.

"I can find her for you. Trust me, it must be faster than you find it yourself!"

Halbo didn't stop.

"Wait, stop! I... I can take you to find it, but... You must promise to let us go when you get what you want... No, at least let her go!"

Asa's screamed, but is this... Useful?