Chapter 1308

Most of the old houses are near here. Under the constant watering and infiltration of the rain in London, the mottled walls and the endless musty smell have become a major feature of these old houses.

Maka sat by the window of the living room, smelling the old smell and eating pancakes. What she heard was the old man's nagging topic.

To tell you the truth, Maka doesn't reject this feeling - having lived in the castle at ordinary times and changing the taste of the old house in the city can also make his mood easier.

He has finished all the things he should do this time, and he can't continue until the backtracking time has completely passed.

For him, it is also a very important step, which will also determine a person's life and death and destiny.

However, even this simple rest and relaxation seems to hide some unknown secrets.

"Young man, haven't you met those 'freaks' on the road? The kind I just mentioned -"

"Hmm? Oh, I met..." Maka drank and then casually said, "those guys are really strange and dangerous, so I sneaked away."

As he spoke casually, he glanced casually at the closed door in the living room. This action was very small, but under his slightly deliberate guidance, it was seen by the old man opposite.

Suddenly, Maka noticed that the old man seemed to be a little nervous.

Obviously, there must be something hidden there that he can't see... Well, maybe one or several people.

He didn't go to feel what was in the room.

"Thank you, sir, for your water and food," Marca suddenly put down her glass and asked straightforwardly, "but I'm curious why you invited a stranger like me to your house... What should you do if I'm not a good man?"

The old man probably didn't expect that Maka would ask so directly, and he was stunned. Then he thought and said:

"Even if you're not a good person, it doesn't matter... At this time, all people want is something to fill their stomachs. Unfortunately, I don't have so much to eat here."

This reason is quite far fetched, and Maka will not believe it. However, he did not immediately express his doubts, but nodded accordingly.

He had just sat down and had several hours to go until dawn. There was no need to expose anything in such a hurry.

But although Maka didn't expose it, the old man opposite felt a little annoyed that he had temporarily made up such a very rough excuse, and even talked less for a time.

"Huh?"

After observing the old man's slightly clumsy cover up, Maka, who just didn't care about some doubts, now had a little curiosity.

If it's just a trap, he won't care at all. At most, he just needs to open the door before he finally leaves.

Now, however, he looked up and down at the old man opposite him in some doubt.

"Sir, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

For Maka, who once wandered alone in the chaotic wharf Town, it was just the inexplicable state of the old man that made him have a lot of associations and guesses.

He had seen villains who kidnapped old people or women and coerced the latter to set a trap for passengers or businessmen who came with the ship on the wharf, or cheat or rob by force. This kind of thing is not uncommon.

At present, the behavior of the old man sitting in front of him seems to be very similar to some scenes in his memory.

In recent days, London has fallen into chaos. While most urban residents are hiding in the center of their homes, their food stored at home is also running out bit by bit.

In this case, hungry people can do anything, let alone there are always some cruel and black guys.

This is not Maka's random speculation, because lupin has long found such signs.

In fact, if the chaos in the city had not continued and the streets outside were still very dangerous, the whole city might have become more chaotic.

Of course, the only doubt in front of Maka now is why the old man found him such a person "shopping" with empty hands.

What does the other party want from himself?

"Old gentleman?"

Seeing that the old man stopped talking, Maka couldn't help calling him, and then she shook her head as if she had just recovered.

"No, i... have nothing to say."

"All right!"

Marca shrugged and then leaned against the back of the old sofa, obviously not in a hurry.

"Well, sir... You just said you've seen a lot of 'freaks'. What exactly are they like? What have they done?" he asked as if chatting. "What I've seen are some black eyed guys. I didn't dare to look carefully because I was too afraid."

He said he was afraid, but what he showed was that he didn't care. It was obvious that he didn't have much interest in pretending to be an ordinary Muggle.

After all, since the old man didn't tell the truth, it didn't make sense for him to pretend to be any more.

Facing Maka's perfunctory appearance, the old man seemed to feel a little embarrassed. He opened his mouth several times in a row, but he didn't know whether to answer Maka's words or say something else

For example, tell some truth hidden in your heart?

When the old man hesitated for a long time and didn't really say anything, Maka smiled calmly and said:

"Don't be nervous, sir... Say what you should. Otherwise, you can let the people inside out. Don't be too embarrassed."

"You --"

As soon as the old man heard his words, he finally couldn't help saying:

"How do you know there's someone in the room?"

"Oh, I don't know," Marca said, "but now I know."

He didn't lie, because he didn't deliberately perceive what was in the room, but just guessed.

But soon he saw the old man and said:

"Young man... Oh no, I mean, sir. You... No matter who you are, please leave now! I hired the wrong person -"

"What?"

Maka couldn't understand the old man's sudden words - what is "please the wrong person"?

"What do you mean... By that, sir?"

"Ah? No, it doesn't mean anything... You should be a 'wizard'? Sir, I'm sorry. If you want to kill me, just kill me, please."