Chapter 1460

"No! Kill me! Please kill me... I don't want to become a monster that can only attack others like them... Absolutely not..."

"Bang!"

"Ah! You... Er, wait! I... I can move? Can I talk?"

The witch who had just woken up and sat up from the bed hit Marca with her forehead, staggered back a few steps, and then sat on the chair behind her.

He covered his sore nose and looked helplessly at the too excited survivor. Finally, he couldn't help sighing.

"Yes, ma'am, you can move."

Hearing Maka's words with a thick nasal sound, the young witch who was in a state of amazement suddenly turned her head and suddenly appeared an apology on her face.

"I'm sorry... Sir, I'm sorry! I'm too -"

"No, no, it's okay," Marca waved her hand and simply sat down in the chair to answer. Then she sighed, "Neville is really ready. The position of the chair is just right."

"What, what?"

Seeing that the other party was obviously confused and at a loss, Maka stroked the bridge of her nose again, then squeezed out a smile and said:

"No, just now I was talking to myself... Well, madam, do you feel OK?"

"Well... Very good, very good! Sir, thank you very much for treating me... Although I couldn't move just now, I was really awake... Oh, that... Because I was too flustered and bumped into you, I'm really sorry."

Maka listened to her apologize again and shook her head again.

"Madam, it doesn't matter... I understand that people are really prone to panic when they are awake but can't move at all. Maybe you think it's a precursor to 'corpseization', but... Well, although it can't be said to be wrong, at least you won't become like that in a short time."

"In a short time?"

Obviously, the other party immediately heard the key point in Maka's words - needless to say, anyone who knows that he may become a living corpse must have fear in his heart.

"Oh! Don't worry... Maybe you have confirmed the current situation when you are in the fog of London. However, I would like to take the liberty to say that at least the kind of situation you imagined will not happen until you die. After all, one of the most important conditions for the so-called" living corpse "is that it must be the body of the" dead person. "

"That's why it's a 'living corpse'..."

After hearing this, the young witch sitting in the hospital bed seemed to be a little calm, and her mind turned again.

After calming down a little, she frowned again and said to Maka with a complicated look:

"Although I have just said it, I still want to solemnly thank you again - without your help, I... To tell the truth, I really can't do it even if I think of the feeling that I can't move at all... It's really terrible!"

"Well," Maka nodded slowly to the other party as if comforting, and then confessed, "Madam... Although there is one thing I don't want to say, in order to prevent panic again in the future, I think you must know in advance. That is -"

At this point, Maka paused and gave the other party a little more time for psychological preparation.

Then he continued:

"Madam, I think the state you hate will still happen again."

"What!"

"Don't worry, let me finish --" Maka raised her hand and motioned her not to be nervous. "What I want to tell you is, if you find yourself unable to move again, don't be afraid, because it's only temporary. I'll arrange someone to take care of you here. At that time, they will timely inform me to come and wake you up again as just now."

"Ah... Really? In this case..."

The witch on the hospital bed was hesitating. Suddenly, she seemed to have found something and stared at Maka's face. After a while, she hesitated and whispered:

"Excuse me... Are you... Mr. Marca McLean?"

"Well," Marca smiled and nodded, "yes, it's me."

"Oh! It's really you?" the other party's expression changed when she saw Maka admit it. She said excitedly, "Mr. McClane, if it's you, I'll rest assured! Thank you! I understand. I'll cooperate with the treatment!"

"Really?"

Facing the survivor who suddenly changed her mind, Maka couldn't help but be stunned, and then smiled and nodded:

"Anyway, it's good if you can settle down... By the way, do you remember the details of the battle that seriously injured you? Especially the state of the living corpses and their feelings for you -"

Maka hasn't said all the questions she wants to ask. Suddenly, his expression stagnates slightly. Then, as if he had noticed something, he turned his head sideways and moved his eyes in a direction where no one was there.

"Mr. McLean, what's the matter?"

"Oh, no, it's all right," he immediately shook his head when he heard the other party ask, but he thought again soon, "well... Forget it, it's actually related to you. I'd better say it! Just now, your companions hiding in the cellar have been rescued, and the Auror rescue team of the Ministry of magic is taking them out of London."

"Really? That's... Great!"

Although it was not clear why Marca suddenly knew about it, after knowing that he was Marca McLean, the woman clearly believed in his words.

Combined with her pure panic just now, to be honest, Maka thinks the witch is a little too simple.

"Anyway -"

Considering that the other party has experienced so many thrills and has just changed his mood for too many times, I'm afraid his mental state is much worse than the surface.

Macallo thought and stood up first and said:

"Madam, let's have a good rest first! Don't worry about anything. Just relax here and have a sleep. I'll come back to see you when I finish dealing with some things... Oh, and the Muggle lady who escaped with you has recovered. Don't worry!"

He didn't say that the companion was next door. He just mentioned it and withdrew from the observation room.

When he closed the door and put a protective spell on the door, he sorted his thoughts against the wall in the slightly dark underground corridor outside.

Before long, he looked again in the direction of London, with a complex look on his face that could not tell whether he was relieved or anxious.

"Tut... Is it better to go there in person?"

At that moment, he felt that his contact with the patron saint of the Silver Eagle had been almost interrupted.