Chapter 1703

Ernst felt as if he had a long dream. But when he woke up, he didn't remember what he had dreamed.

He just felt very uncomfortable.

Oh, no... or maybe what he sees at the moment is still an unpleasant dream? Otherwise, why did he see himself lying on the bed with staring eyes, while Marca and Alexander sat silent by the bed?

And why, no matter how he called, they seemed unable to hear, and there was no response at all?

"Mr. McLean! Mr. McLean - can you see me?"

Ernst felt he couldn't move at will. He just hung over the "other self" on the bed and shouted for Maka as loudly as possible.

However, he received no response.

"Just now I was still suffering under Haier Bo's torture, but why did I come here when my eyes were closed and opened? What happened? Is this... Still a dream?"

Because he didn't get the response he deserved, Ernst finally gave up the meaningless shouting and closed his mouth.

So unknowingly, the night is getting deeper and deeper.

Probably because of the previous serious injury and the failure to have a good rest, the sense of fatigue accumulated in Maka's body. Coupled with the dead of night, the wave of sleepiness made his eyelids heavy.

On the other hand, Alexander was obviously very tired. He even sat there and dozed off since just now.

Of course, Marca won't sleep here like Alexander, so he just leaned back in his chair, gently closed his eyes and took a break on the premise of ensuring that he won't really sleep.

Floating in mid air, Ernst naturally saw all this in his eyes.

But just a moment later, when Marca was closing her eyes, Ernst saw the "other self" lying in bed with dull eyes suddenly move!

After the other party smiled strangely at Ernst hanging above, he silently took his right hand out of the quilt, slowly extended it to the bedside table next to the pillow and picked up the silver snake stick there.

Then, the snake stick shining in the light slowly drew a semicircle in the air and turned to Maka by the bed.

"What the hell is going on... Is it a dream? It must be a dream!"

Looking at a man as like as two peas, he has done something against his will, but he can not stop it at all. This feeling seemed to be divorced from reality and control, which made Ernst crazy.

To be honest, some of Maka's behaviors and decisions are not liked by erns, and because of erns's character, she doesn't want to have too many disputes with Maka. But even so, his feelings for Maka are more grateful than exclusive.

If it hadn't been for Marca, his life would have been gone.

"Mr. McLean... Mr. McLean! McLean -"

However, no matter how he shouted and reminded, Marka and Alexander still turned a deaf ear, as if he didn't exist in the air.

But just then, the "other him" on the bed seemed to laugh at his futility, and glanced at him again with an inexplicable smile.

However, it was just at the moment when the other party's line of sight left Maka's body that one hand suddenly poked out, grabbed the other party's snake stick pointing at Maka and pulled it aside.

That's Marca's hand!

"The previous shot was a false one, which made me suspicious for a long time. I didn't find any abnormalities, so this time I can finally start to do it while I'm still seriously injured and my preparedness psychology is reduced... Is that right?"

Marca, who had opened her eyes, was not sleepy at all, as if all the sleepy posture had been pretended.

However, the other party does not seem to have any intention of giving in.

Seeing that he pulled the snake stick with force in order to recapture it, but was twisted and patted by Maka, he suddenly turned over and got out of bed from the other side. At the same time, he raised the magic wand that was placed on the bedside table again.

At the next moment, a magic that was obviously not a modern magic spell suddenly burst out from the tip of its staff, and a fiery fireball immediately flew in the direction of Maka.

To be honest, the Fireball's power is obviously not high and its speed is not fast, but don't forget that Maka can't perform magic at all now!

"Be careful!"

Although Ernst's words couldn't be conveyed to Makar, Makar didn't seem to need his reminder.

It must be said that no matter how slow the fireball flies, in terms of the distance between the two, it is only a degree that can be reached in the blink of an eye. However, Maka has calmly and quickly taken out a magic medicine bottle, unplugged it, waved her arm and sprinkled the medicine at one go.

When the white liquid medicine collided with the fireball, a large amount of water mist broke out immediately, and even the real Ernst who was selected in mid air was startled. Because at that moment, he didn't know whether the fireball was extinguished or not, but the room was filled with white water vapor.

Yes, it was as like as two peas in the fog of London.

After a few seconds, when the mist cleared, Ernst found that Marca had occupied his "other self", hanging his neck and hugging each other's shoulder like a good friend.

But in the other of Maka's, another full potion bottle has been selected on the other party's head. It seems that as long as the other party dares to act rashly, he will immediately pour the unknown Potion on his head.

You don't have to ask. The potion in that potion bottle must not be a kind type.

Under the control of Maka, the other party finally stopped moving, but it was obvious that there was still no sign of cooperation. Because that body is just Ernst's body. What if it dies?

However, Maka didn't do it immediately.

"Tell me your purpose! Is it really just to attack me? I can feel from your ability that you are not Haier bo... So, who are you?"

Before the voice fell, the other party who had not spoken finally spoke.

"Me? Hum... Mr. McLean, I'm Enns! Enns Taron... Or more accurately, 'Enns Gunter'..."

"Zi -"

Before the other party finished speaking, it could be seen that Maka's hand holding the medicine bottle shook slightly, and a drop of medicine fell from the mouth of the bottle and fell on the other party's arm.

Suddenly, a burning sound of "zilala" sounded, accompanied by a burning smell.

But at the same time, the real Ernst felt a sudden pain in his arm!