Chapter 1564

"The last group, the last group of townspeople left... Take all the remaining door keys! After sending them away, the evacuation task of Faversham town will be completed!"

The continuous rolling fog has covered most of the sunset, and no one wants to look more to the west, because the shadow like swallowing the mouth of the sky will double the sense of depression.

Uneasiness spread quietly throughout the camp.

"Door key - did you hear what I said? Put the door key... Forget it, or myself..."

"I'll come and go!"

Maka, who was standing in the corner of the tent, waved casually, then turned around and went out from the back door.

To be honest, Maka can actually understand the volunteers who unconsciously stopped their actions. After all, they just stood up with a cavity of blood and a momentary impulse. Obviously, they are not really prepared to sacrifice for what they insist on.

However, it must be said that at present, although volunteers are uneasy and some people may be mixed with some fear, they are not scared of death.

They are just hesitating, hesitating, reflecting on what they came here for, and asking what else they can do next.

Haier Bo is powerful and the army of living corpses is terrible, and the fog like the collapse of mountains seems to be a signal of impending crisis.

The edge of the fog is about to reach the westernmost side of the town. If it takes another moment, everyone will be ruthlessly deprived of the right of phantom movement.

At that time, these volunteers who were unwilling to accept protection silently for several times could do nothing but wait for death.

However, who can really regard death as home? Especially still so powerless to die?

Yes, Maka knows that this group of "young" Wizards, the oldest in their early thirties, are tasting loss between unwilling will and cruel reality.

"Worry about it... No one will know what the future will be like."

Maka, who had just walked out of the tent, murmured in secret - he may have said this to these volunteers who at least had the courage to stand up, but he may also have said it to himself.

After all, he is also one of these "rebels", and... Probably also "young"!

"Captain, and everyone... Give me all the door keys that have been checked so far! It's OK to be dissatisfied with one group. There are only the last batch of Muggle villagers waiting for transfer outside."

"Oh, that's good news! Here is the half basket. You can send it directly..."

Compared with the previous volunteers who were responsible for helping people evacuate and transfer, the team members who had been checking the door keys one by one in the rear tents obviously seemed more emotionally stable. Because the inspection work requires considerable attention, they have no spare time to think about it.

"OK... Let's tidy up! I think Miss Granger will come and announce the end of the task soon."

Maka walked through several tents in the rear, waved her wand, took a few empty baskets all the way back to the original tent, and then handed over the strange door keys to the teams in charge of distribution.

Then, he stood in an insignificant corner again and watched waves of Muggle villagers who were curious, confused, worried or confused suddenly disappear with a plush toy and even a chicken feather duster.

The volunteers' increasingly dignified expressions are in sharp contrast to the complex expressions of Muggle residents.

"Last group!"

Just when Maka was secretly thinking that the biggest victims of the disaster so far were Muggles, Hermione, who had been cooperating with the army outside, finally came in behind that group of Muggles.

"The Muggle military has also begun to withdraw... Oh, please go! They will help you get out of here by 'magic' - as I said outside!"

Hermione herself took the group of Muggles in a circle and guided everyone to put their fingers on a door key to be started. Then, with a wave of space, the last three families were sent away under the eyes of everyone present.

"All right!"

At the next moment, Hermione, who was already talking outside, could not care to drink water to moisten her throat, so she clapped her hands and said loudly:

"I know everyone has worked hard, but now is definitely not the time to rest! Immediately inform everyone in the rear tent to gather in the open space outside and start counting the number of people... We're leaving here too - before the fog swallows us!"

"But... Miss Granger, do we really have to run away with our tails?"

One of the volunteers couldn't help whispering a question. Hermione, who was trying to take the lead in going out, gave a meal, and then turned back and looked at everyone.

"If I answer 'yes'... You may think I have no courage, not a real Gryffindor?" Hermione pursed her lips. "If I had been before, I might have been as confused as you are now, but someone has taught me a truth - it is not recklessness under desperate circumstances, it is definitely not a kind of courage."

Maka never cares about the temporary retreat. It can be said that he has a thick skin, but it is natural to preserve his strength for the future counterattack, just as it is necessary to take it back before hitting a heavy fist.

Although Maka is a Hufflepuff, in the final analysis, everyone is Hogwarts.

By now, Hermione has deeply understood that the four colleges, including Slytherin, which she once hated, obviously need to learn from each other.

"Anyway, come out with me first!"

After finishing her words, Hermione didn't wait for the volunteers to speak, so she turned her head and went out. After she left her sight, everyone came back one after another. Some followed her footsteps and others took the initiative to turn back and inform others.

Only Maka still didn't move. He just looked at the direction Hermione left and couldn't help feeling very much - the girl may have gradually grown up to the point where he was not allowed to worry and could move towards the future alone!

But just then, he suddenly heard an uneasy noise outside:

"Come out quickly! The fog is moving faster..."