Chapter 1681

"Ernst, just stay here and wait while I enter London! Well... You may feel that I have no right to restrict your freedom, but... Please understand my difficulties in doing so. Then, for the sake of my not being harsh on you, remember that at least you must not step into the fog area, okay?"

After giving such instructions to Ernst, Maka contacted Mr. brova again and learned that Luna, Hermione and other partners were all good news.

After that, Maka resolutely walked out of the camp under the gaze of many eyes and went straight to the city of London shrouded in fog like a mountain.

Ernst looked at his back and for a moment showed an expression that he felt worthless for him.

Needless to say, Ernst naturally admired Maka's magic power, and even always regarded each other as his life goal. However, Ernst has no desire for Maka's current position, because if he wants to be in Maka's position, the things he needs to carry are too heavy.

To be honest, Ernst had also repeatedly imagined that if Salazar Slytherin had succeeded in the series of successors left at the beginning... Probably, he would emerge and attract people's attention. Coupled with the inheritance of Slytherin, it is not impossible to become the second "Marca McLean".

However, up to now, although he may be sorry for the lives of those who died because of the chaos caused by Haier Bo, Ernst is somewhat glad that Slytherin's plan failed.

Because he doesn't want to be a big man with great responsibility at all.

"Mr. taweng?"

Hearing the witch who was in charge of the camp nearby call herself, Ernst turned his head and looked at each other.

"What's the matter, madam?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," the witch shook her head. "Nothing... I just see you've been standing here for several minutes, so... Do you want to go in and have a cup of coffee?"

"Has it been so long?"

Hearing the speech, Ernst couldn't help taking another look outside the gate of the camp, but found that Maka's figure had been swallowed up by the fog in the distance and completely disappeared.

So he had to nod and say:

"OK! But... Madam, don't you know there is tea here? I think you know, we British are still more used to drinking tea."

"In England, do even children your age like tea?"

"Madam, I'm not young anymore..."

Perhaps it is precisely because Maka does not allow them to enter the fog area for exploration, so the Wizards of the brova family stationed here have nothing to do most of the time in the past two days.

In other words, apart from regular shifts and patrolling around, they are basically very idle!

"Mr. taweng, do you want to play wizard chess?"

"No."

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Compared with Marca, who is moving forward cautiously in the fog, the atmosphere in erns is much easier. Although, I'm afraid Ernst doesn't welcome each other at all.

Of course, as long as Ernst doesn't enter the fog at will, it's enough for Maka.

At this moment, as Maka walked slowly along the foggy street, she felt the magic waves around her.

He thought halbo would wait directly in the city center - and if not, at least the dead bodies should be in this area. So he flew straight here after entering the fog area.

However, when he came to the familiar street in the center of the city, he found that he didn't even have a personal shadow.

Maka continued to walk along the street. Because of the fog, he couldn't see far.

Therefore, he can only rely on the magic sensing ability that will be wider than his field of vision, or simply rely on his past memory to judge where he is and where he should go next.

After Maka walked around the deserted central London alone without finding anything, he decided to go to the underground black market again.

However, just as he passed on the London Bridge and was ready to go to the black market entrance on the other side of the Thames, the familiar figure finally appeared across the bridge and came towards him.

"McLean, you look... In good spirits?"

"Really? But how do I feel? I've been tired all day recently?"

Maka's tone was a little bad. After all, to tell the truth, he never had a good impression of Haier Boke. Even if the other side seems to be mainly preparing for peace talks on the armistice, Maka doesn't think the guy opposite really has the heart to stop the war.

Of course, the most important thing is that the other party's missing arm seems to have not recovered so far. This is to let Maka have enough confidence to gain the upper hand in words.

The lack of an arm is of course nothing to Haier Bo. The key is that it proves that the wounds on the soul level of the other party are still not healed - which has a considerable impact on his combat strength.

"Haier Bo," Maka said to Lang in the opposite direction after a brief pause, "I have understood your 'invitation', and I have heard the armistice intention you asked Ernst to convey. But unfortunately, at least from what you have done so far, I can't agree to the armistice request... And I dare not agree."

"Oh! McLean, look at me now!" halber said. "What's more, even what I tried hard to think of has finally fallen into your hands... I must say, I obviously don't think I'm likely to take it from you."

After listening, Maka just skimmed her lips and said:

"So? Don't tell me you're going to give up?"

"Why can't you give up?" halbourdon gently spread his remaining hand and looked at Maka. "Oh, well! I know it's hard for you to believe just by talking, but... McLean, haven't you received my sincerity?"

"Your sincerity?"

Seeing that Haier Bo suddenly said "sincerity", Maka couldn't help wondering - has Haier Bo done him any good recently? Is it just the matter of moving the fog from Kent to London without hurting people?

If you really mean this, Marca has to let his black bald head bloom today.

Unexpectedly, Haier Bo was also surprised:

"Yes! My 'sincerity'... Swallowing mirror, hasn't anything changed on your side?"

Maka was stunned when she heard this.