Chapter 1620

Maybe it is because of the high altitude here, and there is no neon cover around the city, the starry sky outside the manor is particularly clear.

Maka walked along the stone path in the vestibule step by step. The night dew was heavy, and the trees and grass leaves on the roadside slightly wetted the hem of his robe.

He didn't look up, not because the stars in the night sky were not beautiful, but precisely because it was too beautiful. Compared with this beauty, what I did in the manor behind me tonight is simply a sin.

"Is it arrogance?"

Marcello muttered with his head down.

Maybe arrogance! He thought that under the threat of Haier Bo, it was just a "no way" to do so. But in fact, he may have more choices, but he didn't try his best to think.

So, yes, I'm afraid it's arrogance. That's right.

"Dad... Marca?"

At present, Delphi and Kingsley were following him. They didn't speak at first until Delphi found that Maka was walking slower and slower. He couldn't help but open his mouth, and almost shouted the name "Dad" in front of Kingsley.

"Marca, you... I don't think you need to blame yourself too much," she continued after a pause, "It may not be a good thing to give Muggles with natural magic silence the opportunity to master power. But it is too difficult. It will inevitably require repeated experiments to accumulate data and experience, and it will inevitably... Some unexpected accidents."

Seeing that Delphi said so, Kingsley thought about it and couldn't help but take the lead:

"Yes! Mr. McLean... This is an unprecedented research project. If it succeeds, it is an initiative that can affect the whole era. Such an amazing goal always needs to lay the foundation with failure to succeed. It has been like this since ancient times, hasn't it?"

Both Delphi and Kingsley are trying to comfort Maka, trying to smooth the ferocious fold in his heart, and Maka naturally knows it.

However, there are many excuses, and maybe you can fool others, but Maka can't use them as a reason to deceive herself.

After all, as Delphi said just now, there has been an "accident".

"To be honest, I'm not afraid to bear human life. What I'm afraid of is... Let those who are obviously innocent be forced to lose their lives for my ideas."

After listening to Kingsley and Delphi, Maka suddenly stood outside the front door of the manor and whispered:

"And... Delphi and Kingsley, in fact, you don't have to worry too much about me. Because, don't you always follow me and share this sin for me? It's enough to have you supporting me."

……

It didn't take much time to meet the Muggle queen. When Maka came back from the British Royal Manor with Delphi and Kingsley, she was immediately informed by the old housekeeper that most of her friends followed Mr. brova to the Paris Opera House to listen to a mystery play tonight, and they haven't come back yet.

"Mr. McLean, Miss Granger is in Miss Lovegood's room at the moment. Look... Do you want to see it?"

After explaining the situation, the old housekeeper suddenly seemed to think of something and hesitated to say the proposal.

"Hmm? What's the matter?"

Let yourself see Luna and Hermione. Of course, it's nothing, but the old housekeeper's expression makes people feel a little concerned.

However, when the old housekeeper further told the truth, Maka immediately understood.

"Well," said the other party with a smile, "our young lady didn't go out with the owner this time. Now... She is with Miss Granger!"

"Oh, all right!" Maka nodded immediately, showing a clear expression. "I'll go and have a look."

Hermione and Willie have always been out of tune. They seem to have little opinions about each other. Of course, it's impossible to say that they are hostile to each other.

It's just that this time they came together alone. I don't know why.

Thinking of this, Maka can only bury the heaviness in her heart deeper for the time being, and then let Delphi and Kingsley rest first, while he walked straight to Luna's room.

Soon, when he came to the door for a brief meal, in the quiet corridor, the conversation between Hermione and Willie naturally went into Marca's ears.

"... Miss Langer, no... ah, your hands are so cold. And I... am I really good?"

"It doesn't matter, miss brova, trust me... Speaking of it, I don't seem to have apologized for my previous misunderstanding of you! I'm sorry, I shouldn't..."

"No, it's okay, don't... Oh! It hurts a little."

"I'm sorry, I'm trying too hard. But seriously, you are a beautiful girl - and your smile is natural and lovely now. However, I think you should pay more attention to things, but don't live like a boy like me... You see, the charm of female children is always reflected in the details. Now you look more attractive, don't you ？”

"Oh, really? But in fact, Miss Granger, you are also very beautiful. At least I don't think you..."

Maka listened at the door with a subtle expression. Of course, he didn't come to eavesdrop on what other girls were doing together.

The next moment, he reached out and knocked on the door, so the room was soon quiet.

"It's me. May I come in?"

Before the voice fell, I heard a burst of footsteps approaching, and then the door was opened.

"Marca? Are you back so soon?"

As Hermione spoke, she stretched out her head and looked left and right in the corridor, but there were only a few brova servants standing silently at both ends of the corridor.

"Come on in!"

When she saw no one else, she stepped back and let Maka in. At the same time, she asked casually:

"Where's Delphi? Didn't she go with you? Didn't she come with you?"

"Oh, I told her to have a rest first."

Marca went in as she said, and then he looked at Willie sitting in front of the dresser and was stunned.

"Marca, is it nice?"

Willie shook her head gently. Her long silver hair looked more and more clear like frost in the moonlight outside the window.

However, unlike her usual straight hair, her hair has obviously been carefully arranged. It not only braided two thin braids to make the silver hair more delicate and beautiful, but also loosely tied up at the back waist together with the remaining hair.

"Miss Granger did it for me!"

"Well," said Marca, looking at Hermione beside her, and then smiling, "yes, it's very nice - Hermione still has a set of drum hair style. I remember she dressed herself very beautifully at the Christmas ball of the top three cup!"