Chapter 1660

"Alas -"

Babley lay on the soft bed, his hands behind his head, looked at the exquisite carvings on the ceiling and gave a long sigh.

This depressed sigh was nothing else, because the "plan" he had just heard from the prince really made him feel helpless.

"Get the final recipe from a powerful wizard like Mr. McLean? Your highness and Mr. Davidson... What are they kidding?"

At present, although this sentence only lingered in babley's mind, it didn't really say it. But just looking at his increasingly depressed expression, we can know how distressed he is.

Yes, I don't know why the first successor of the British royal family is planning to get Maka's Potion formula - Oh, he refers to the finished product formula after the experiment is completely successful.

However, to get such an important thing from a wizard with both wisdom and strength, even babley, a "former Muggle" who has just come into contact with magic, knows how difficult it is.

However, after all, this is a plan spoken by the prince himself. Even when babre learned about the plan, he felt a little forced and helpless.

But for babley, who has not yet separated from the identity of a "Royal Guard"... It seems that there is only the option of "hardening your head to do it"?

What's more, the benefits the prince promised him later did indeed make him quite excited.

"Alas!"

Thinking about it, babley couldn't help sighing again - the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the success of this plan was a dream!

"Don't mention stealing the recipe. It's impossible to start with making friends with each other. It seems that I haven't had a word with Mr. McLean these days except for the demonstration of magic and the routine inspection every night?"

So the night passed quietly in babley's sad daze.

……

"... what an interesting pair of friends!"

The next morning, Marka and erns had some inquiries and conversations, and asked the latter to go upstairs to have a rest. Not long after that, Alexander appeared outside the door.

Hearing that the other party said she was going to see Ernst, Maka thought about it, but she soon put him up.

Now, Maka is in the living room, feeling secretly for the somewhat different friendship between Alexander and Ernst.

"Ernst's temper is really a little bad - it's up to his father, but in the face of a friend who can hardly say anything good on weekdays, Alexander is patient and won't be dissatisfied with the cold words that Ernst often blurts out."

Thinking of this, Maka took her eyes back from the stairs, leaned back on the sofa and shook her head with a smile.

"If Harry had the mentality of Alexander and Malfoy had the bottom line like Ernst, they might have become such a pair of slightly awkward friends?"

In that case, even if the world is still full of incidents, Malfoy probably wouldn't have come to this point.

With the such a murmur, Maka finally turned her lips and threw away such beautiful ideas that didn't make much sense.

"Let them talk first!" he suddenly got up from the sofa and put the letter just written to halbo into his pocket. "This letter will be handed to Ernst after he relaxes."

Before the words were finished, Maka turned and walked towards the stairs. In a moment, she passed the floor where Ernst and Alexander were located and returned to his own room.

When he turned his back and closed the door, he pursed his mouth and said to himself:

"Now that we all know that the soul fragments in the Horcrux can be extracted directly by some method, why not study them before sending the letter?"

While Maka was thinking so, he suddenly waved his hand and emptied all the household furnishings in the room with the vanishing curse. Then he took out a whole stack of Rune cards with various magic symbols drawn in advance, and gently spread them forward.

At the next moment, with the rapid flow of magic in the room, a large number of cards whirled up and down like butterflies. Under Maka's will, they fell to the position Maka wanted them to fall one by one.

Before long, Rune cards were pasted on the ground, walls and ceiling according to specific rules. After Maka infused magic started, the whole room was rippling with faint blue lights.

Until then, Maka carefully put her hand into the leather bag at her waist and took out the devouring mirror bit by bit.

"Bang."

After placing it in the center of the room, Maka stood not far in front of it and frowned slowly.

"To tell you the truth, I really don't want to see this thing at all if it's not necessary - every time I see it, I can't help thinking of that bad memory!"

As he murmured, he set his eyes on the mirror of the ancient mirror. There, there are the soul rules that Maka has repeatedly strengthened, and the runes are flashing one after another, resisting the strong attraction only for the soul in the mirror of the devouring mirror.

At the moment, the mirror of phagocytosis is blocked by Maka's "arrogant Rune", so the mirror, which is already chaotic, now looks even more hazy.

To put it bluntly, you can't see anything.

"Where are the fragments of Haier Bo's soul hidden? In the 'space' inside the mirror? Or... Well, why do you have to be a mirror? Obviously, nothing can be seen..."

After standing in front of the mirror for a while, Maka simply sat down cross legged in place, holding her chin in one hand and meditating on the blurred mirror.

Needless to say, Maka has already done it just as normal thinking can think of. So this time, instead of trying to find out the inside of the mirror, he stared at it and began to wonder if there was anything more special.

After all, Haier Bo said that he can pull out the soul fragments. With a clear goal, he will naturally become much more efficient when thinking about it.

If halber's story is just a purposeful lie, Maka seems to have more reason to think about it first.

"But... I still can't see anything?"