Chapter 1252

There's no way.

Before reaching the location of the No. 83 vault of the Parkinson family, the harvester had to stop because it should hit the "ground" again.

But obviously, the so-called "ground" at the bottom of the pit is actually a rock platform made by goblins with magic. Not to mention the remnants of the magic wave that has not dissipated, just those goblins running back and forth on the platform is enough to explain a lot.

Moreover, Maka also saw a hole in the middle of the pit bottom platform, in which many goblins were carrying a lot of things in and out. There is no need to explain with the pull ring. Just from the previous description, Maka can guess what they are moving.

However, when Maka jumped out of the mine car with the pull ring, the Goblins who were moving things stopped their movements and looked at him with a wary face.

"Pull the ring! How dare you bring the wizard down here? You stupid goblin... Do you want to betray your excellency argot and our goblin family?"

While one of the goblins pointed to the pull ring and complained loudly, many other goblins surrounded Maka and Mr. Parkinson in a disorderly way, with many bad eyes.

To be honest, Mr. Parkinson feels very flustered now.

Because he was naturally timid, and the goblins had never been friendly, he was surrounded by these dwarfs, and his scalp became numb.

Although many wizards despise goblins, it must be admitted that goblins' magic is no worse than modern wizards.

When Parkinson's neck was slightly shrunk by the hostile eyes of the goblins, a voice suddenly came from a certain direction outside.

"Who allowed you to be rude to your guests? Get out of the way and don't get in the way!"

When a group of goblins heard the speech, even if they retreated on both sides, they immediately made a passage for them. Then, Maka and Parkinson saw a goblin who was slightly taller and stronger than the others, and suddenly appeared and came to Maka from behind.

"Oh! Isn't this Mr. McLean? Hello, nice to meet you!" the goblin went up to Maka and said hello to Maka very warmly, but even if the conversation turned, "but to be honest, I'd rather have a chat with you on it than here."

Although he didn't say it very frankly, the other party's meaning had been made clear - he obviously didn't welcome Maka's "unexpected arrival" at all.

However, for the other party's euphemistic reminder, Maka doesn't care at all.

"Mr. argot, isn't it?" he looked down at the goblin president and gently waved his hand. "Listen... If you just want to avoid this disaster, I won't interfere with you. I don't have much to do with where you want to hide. And I didn't come down this time to trouble you -"

As he said this, he pointed to Mr. Parkinson nearby, and then went on:

"You see, this is the current owner of the Parkinson's family. And I'm going to ask him to find something in his family's vault this time, that's all. After we've been to vault 83, you can continue to do what you should do, including 'cleaning up' those broken inheritance wealth. That's also your freedom."

"So," said Marca, after a brief pause, "can we go there now?"

But in front of him, argot, the president of the ancient Lingge, looked up at him with his neck, a little hesitant and said:

"Mr. McLean... Are you sure you won't interfere in our lives? As far as I know, you and your men are quite short of manpower. Even if the Federation comes to support, I'm afraid it's not enough to win?"

As soon as Maka heard this, she immediately understood what this guy was worried about - argot was worried that Maka might find their goblins to participate in the struggle with halbo.

War is definitely the most resistant thing for today's goblins, not one of them.

After all, their kingdom was destroyed in the war between wizards, and this time the fight between Maka and halbo may be better than that in those years.

"Don't worry!" Maka thought and said frankly, "seriously, even if I forcibly drag you goblins in, it won't have much impact on the current situation. Therefore, I think you can relax. It's no problem to observe the situation again or hide immediately."

"Is that so..."

Although Marka's words are somewhat less than the meaning of the goblins, argot knows that Marka can be regarded as telling the truth.

That despicable ancient black wizard halbo, I'm afraid everyone must be afraid to see it. It's not a humiliating thing that can't compare with such an old monster who hasn't died for thousands of years.

"All right!" Argo nodded. "Mr. McLean, you are also a world-famous figure. I hope you won't break your promise in the future. Then... Please! Vault 83, you can go at any time."

With that, he glanced at the bewildered goblin pull ring on the other side of Maka, then waved his hand at the people around him, frowned and screamed:

"Break up, break up! Keep working - don't waste Mr. McLean's precious time here!"

After all, argot still doesn't dare to provoke Maka... I'm kidding. Who dares to make trouble with him, a guy who can fight with the ancient black wizard for so long and is intact!

But just then, Maka suddenly seemed to think of something and suddenly said:

"By the way! Mr. argot, do you have a time converter in your hand?"

"Time converter?"

As the head of the ancient Lingge, argot knew many precious treasures in the world, and he naturally knew what the time converter was.

Unfortunately, he shook his head and said:

"Maybe someone has stored the time converter in the Treasury of our ancient Lingge, but we can't know as long as it doesn't pass through our hands directly. If we want to say that in our own collection... I'm sure it doesn't exist."

After saying this, he turned and said:

"Mr. McLean, do you need to find a time converter? Then... Why don't you go directly to the Ministry of magic? As far as I know, there are at least 20 in the Department of mystery affairs of the Ministry of magic."

"Obviously, I've been there."

Maka spread her hand and said nothing more, so she asked Mr. Parkinson and the pull ring to walk to the big hole in the middle of the platform.

"Pull ring, continue to Treasury 83 - lead the way!"

When Maka left, argot's eyes flashed over the goblin pull ring again, but he shook his head and didn't care about the pull ring controlled by Maka.

As long as McLean gets out of here early, whatever! Even being controlled by a clan is not a big deal.

A moment later.

"Mr. Parkinson, did you find it?"

"Uh... Sorry, not yet."

Out of the least politeness, Maka only stood at the door of the vault to avoid suspicion. But although others didn't go in, they didn't interrupt their induction in the vault from beginning to end.

Indeed, there are many messy treasures hidden in the Treasury of the Parkinson family. Even if their family's life is so tight, there are still many valuable collections in the Treasury.

It seems that if they are willing to sell the collection, at least pansy's generation will be able to spend it safely.

However, Maka didn't find any magic wave similar to the time converter - he didn't feel the obscurity and strictness of the time rules.

Therefore, unless the Parkinson's family put the time converter in a closed container that can shield the escape of magic, it would be gone.

"Sure enough... Is pansy's mother just talking nonsense?"

In fact, Vanessa can't be said to be nonsense. I remember she didn't say anything positive at that time. In the end, she just said to let her husband "look for it" in the vault.

However, every word she said at that time was obviously intentionally or unintentionally amplifying the possibility of having a time converter, and she never denied it once.

"Well," said Marca, turning her lips and whispering in her heart, "I hope you can get it out at last, or --"

Even with pansy's face, Marca's patience is quite limited. Now he will be anxious with whoever delays him.

Just thinking, Maka saw that Mr. Parkinson finally came out of the vault, looked regretful and said:

"Mr. McLean, that... Really didn't."

"Then go!" Marca waved. "You don't have to stay in the Ministry of magic. I'll take you home... In addition, I think it's necessary for me to talk to your wife again."

"Uh... Mr. McLean?" Parkinson looked at him carefully. "Your tone... Seems a little scary?"

When Maka heard the speech, she could only squeeze out a dry smiling face at the timid middle-aged man and casually said:

"Yes? You must have thought more!"

After sitting in the mine car, Maka urged Mr. Parkinson to hurry up, and then the pull ring pushed the pull rod again and drove back along the track.

This trip to Guling pavilion was obviously fruitless. Although Maka didn't spend much time because she was in a hurry all the way, she still went in vain.

So now, Marca is a little angry.

When passing the previous rock platform, Maka didn't mean to stop at all. After changing a harvester, she left quickly again.

Argot looked up at his leaving figure and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief - he didn't want to see either halber or Marca McLean!