Chapter 1631

In recent days, the weather is sunny and the life is calm and leisurely.

Without helbo's wanton destruction, the living corpses are still in the middle of the fog. Both wizards and Muggles in Europe and America are watching silently.

Of course, at least on the surface, that's right.

Unfortunately, in fact, many people know that such days will not last too long.

The wizards were worried about halbo's comeback, and more worried that Marca McLean would not stop him; Muggle leaders are paying attention to the evolution of the current situation, and the undercurrent is turbulent under the water.

As for Marca himself... Obviously, he also feels that the situation will not be optimistic in the near future. When Haier Bo regains his strength... And even really master the rules of death, this local scale battle may be out of control.

His preparation for this is the ongoing study on the activation of Muggle magic.

For him, he may have been ready to meet the era of continuous war in the future when he expected that he might not find Haier Bo's whereabouts.

"... next."

Maka sat on the sofa and gently waved her hand to the guard waiting.

As the duration of each experiment is increasing, and the process of each experiment is becoming more and more dangerous, now the place of reagent testing in the manor of the British royal family has been replaced by a heavily guarded basement.

However, in the past few days, none of the people who were here with him to observe the test results has changed.

The queen and the prince were still sitting next to him, Kingsley and Delphi were still standing behind him, and even the old bishop Davidson, who was excluded by Marca, stayed outside the door with the guards every night.

At this moment, after Maka said hello, he saw that the guard with sweat on his forehead came over with hesitation and hard scalp.

His name was babley, a Muggle guard who served the British royal family.

To be honest, in other people's eyes, he may be a lucky man - working for the royal family, with quite high benefits and treatment. In the time outside the shift, his life has been quite good.

He has a wife envied by his sisters and three children who can go to high-level schools donated by the royal family. His parents have a good face and scenery among his neighbors.

As for babley himself... To be honest, what era is it now? In his opinion, the so-called "service" is just a statement with a sense of historical honor.

Don't believe it? Look at those predecessors! Work in the royal family for a few years, mix up qualifications, and then transfer to local positions. If you are lucky, continue to climb up two steps. If you are unlucky, retire peacefully.

What kind of "help"? But it's all work. It's not much different from opening a bakery and selling bread to others every day.

But he never thought that one day, when the time for him to "serve" for the royal family really came, he realized that the decision he had signed was not a dead letter!

Yes, his wife lives happily at home, but his family is allocated by the royal family; The children enjoy perfect facilities and teaching in the senior school, but the school is also Royal... Even his parents receive quite high family subsidies every month.

When he woke up at this moment, he found that everything in his life had already been wrapped by the power of the royal family, and there was no room to get out and choose again.

"The third one."

At Marca's sign, he pulled the middle one out of the leather test tube bag on the table, but after pulling out the oak plug, he stopped there stiff.

Great psychological pressure is pressing on babley's nerves - although previous experiments have been directly blocked in a very small range by the queen, he is not the first user of this test.

Looking at the two companions in front, their limbs twitched and fell into a coma. His scalp was like being pricked with a needle, tingling and numbing in bursts.

Fortunately, perhaps the queen has long been used to this situation. Instead of urging, she waited silently with Maka for a moment.

Before long, when the guard couldn't help looking at the expressionless queen and Prince, he finally clenched his teeth and poured the strange looking liquid medicine in the test tube into his mouth.

It was a messy smell, a bit like rust, but mixed with more other strange smells, which was really indescribable.

Just "OK". Soon, he found that he didn't have to think about the taste of this liquid at all.

"Er... Ah..."

Under Maka's careful proportioning, the effect of these reagents has actually been much more moderate than those at the beginning. However, due to the fundamental contradiction, the pain felt by the experimenter due to the divergence of efficacy is still inevitable.

"No -- ah! I -- my head --"

By stimulating the spirit to enhance the strength of mental power, and with the help of strengthened mental power to activate the magic of death in Muggle, this is a general direction that Maka is optimistic about at present.

Of course, in this way, it is almost inevitable to feel a severe headache during the excitation process. Unless the user himself has a strong enough and tenacious will, it may not be as painful as babley now.

"Still not?"

Looking at the other party's pain and difficulty in breathing, Maka frowned slightly and wrote a few notes in a hurry. Then, he just let the other party faint, so as not to continue to bear the more intense pain.

In Maka's judgment, he thought that the efficacy of this agent should be too low to awaken the magic in the user.

After all, up to now, there has been no magic runaway like the first experiment on the night a few days ago.

But just when Maka wanted to stun the guard named babley, his hand suddenly gave a meal. At the next moment, a very strong air flow suddenly blew up!

If it hadn't been tested in this empty basement this time, it is estimated that the things in the whole room would suffer again.

"Bang! Bang!"

ok It seems that it was not things but people who suffered this time - I saw that the remaining two guards who were standing and waiting were rolled up by the gust of wind, and then threw them at the hard wall without resistance.

Here, Maka only cared about protecting Delphi and the queen first, and didn't have time to help them block them for a while.

But in fact, what made him too late to react this time was mainly the accident that happened to the guard babley.

"Has magic been successfully activated? And it continues to increase?" Marca narrowed her eyes and stared at babley in the center of the storm. "This is... Is the dose actually right?"