Chapter 1680

Since Maka left brova fort, there seems to be no similar accident. I have to say, this may be the only thing worth celebrating at present.

After getting such good news from Mr. brova through the ring, Maka went back to the research on the devouring mirror and soul wood... Oh, of course, now we have to count the mysterious stone box that is very concerned.

Although Maka finally maintained her original decision and did not open it easily - after all, no matter what influence the devouring mirror showed, the line engraved on the surface of the stone box was always left by roina Ravenclaw.

If she had to choose between helbo and royna, Maka would naturally choose the latter... Even royna, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, has always been skeptical.

There are too many things you can't understand!

Before all the questions have been solved... Or just before being forced to a dead end one day, the stone box wrapped with many problems should continue to remain unopened.

However, the feeling of always circling in vain in a pile of mysteries will still be exhausting.

"Ernst... Wake up, it's time to get up!"

In his sleep, Ernst was gently awakened by Maka. When he vaguely opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the deep eyes on Maka's calm face.

Even if it was only a moment, Ernst accurately captured the fatigue in the depths of his eyes when he didn't know how long he slept.

"Mr. McLean, are you... All right?" he frowned. "And when is it?"

However, Maka, sitting on the broken stone not far away, immediately shrugged at him.

"Of course I'm fine. What can I do?" Marca said. "As for the time... Congratulations, you've had a good night's sleep."

"All night has passed? Is it morning now?"

Ernst was obviously surprised at this, because he didn't expect that he could sleep so well in such a gloomy underground tomb, and he didn't even wake up on the way, even once.

You know, various events have happened frequently recently. He hasn't slept so firmly for a long time.

While Ernst was surprised by his deep sleep, Maka had taken out the food basket again and put it between them as last night.

"Go get some water and wash yourself! Then come over for breakfast... We have to start early today. We have a lot to do!"

Hearing the speech, Ernst nodded unconsciously, but he soon asked with great concern:

"Sir, have you got any results from this night's research?"

Although Marca was not surprised when Ernst suddenly asked about this, because he had long felt that Ernst's temperament would ask sooner or later.

Right now, it's just that the time to ask is a little earlier than expected.

"The result?" Maka paused a little, then shook her head with a more or less subtle smile. "If you don't say anything, it may not be correct... After all, there is also a result."

As he said this, he suddenly stretched out his hand and took out a square wooden box from his waist. Then he took the wooden box in front of erns and shook it. He said calmly:

"The soul wood has been figured out - according to repeated experiments, although these boards are surprisingly fragile and broken, they can indeed be used to seal the soul. Moreover, the effect in this regard is surprisingly good!"

"So you made such a small box out of the broken board you turned out yesterday?" Ernst scratched his head. "Are you going to use it to continue the experiment? For rats?"

"Oh, no! Of course not... There's no need to do experiments anymore," Marca explained. "As for this box, if only it holds souls, it's more than enough."

At this point, Maka hurried Ernst to wash.

Until they both finished their breakfast and looked at the devouring mirror, Maka finally put it away somewhat reluctantly, and then took Ernst away from the underground palace.

Without Maka's magic light, the catacombs will return to the darkness again, and I don't know when to welcome the next "guest".

But for Maka, it seems that this place has completely lost its value. He probably won't come again.

……

Recently, all the fog originally shrouded in Kent has been transferred to London. Therefore, a large number of Bulova Fort camps previously stationed around Kent have now followed the movement of the fog and settled around London again.

However, because Maka specially warned not to enter the fog area for inspection, most of the people sent by brova Fort just landed and camped, and none of them went in again.

Now, when Maka comes to the main camp again, he sees many wizards belonging to the brova family coming and going in the camp. It looks very lively.

The woman in charge whom Maka met last time was still the one who came out to meet Maka. When she saw Maka coming, she seemed very happy and shook hands with Maka as soon as she came up.

"Mr. McLean," sighed the able witch, "maybe you already know - I sent the latest report document to the castle last night, which explained the matter. In fact, since I came to London, I don't know if it's an illusion, and we all feel very depressed..."

"Depression?"

I wanted to tell the other party directly about leaving erns here, but as soon as I heard the other party say so, Maka couldn't help feeling it carefully first.

To be honest, on the magic level, the obscure fluctuations from the fog of London do exist. However, this is not just now. Even if it will make people feel uncomfortable, it should not appear until now.

"Yes?"

Because she didn't feel anything special, Maka can only blame this situation on not allowing them to enter the fog area to explore their relationship. Knowing that there are hidden dangers, but not knowing anything, the unknown will always bring invisible pressure and fear.

And this is not the problem that magic can cure - can't you give each of them a euphoric to taste?

"I will personally investigate and solve this matter," Maka said without saying it may be a psychological problem, but nodded. "But before that, I'll introduce you to someone... His name is Ernst, and he is also a student of Hogwarts..."