Chapter 1740

Two days is very short, but also very long.

If a person's vision is not broad enough and only cares about one third of an mu of land around him, he will often only feel that this day is like a passing day, which is fleeting.

But for those who look far enough, the changes in these two days are enough to make people uneasy.

In recent days, the great disasters in Britain have caused chaos in surrounding countries. The rapid flow of information in modern Muggle society makes it difficult to completely suppress the fermentation of public opinion. If it goes on like this, even if Haier Bo doesn't continue to make moves, this small half of Europe will probably become chaotic by itself.

However, in addition to those leaders who have racked their brains for chaos, there is another kind of person in the world who is also secretly lamenting the long time.

For example, according to her sister's request, she has arrived at "idle people" such as Safina, a masked girl in France.

Needless to say, it's absolutely boring and boring to wait for someone who doesn't know when to appear in a strange country.

"Miss, this is brova castle. Originally, the owner of brova family lived here, but it is said that one night not long ago, the whole castle collapsed without warning..."

At this moment, Safina was escorted by several men and women in black, standing in the open space in front of Bulova fort. She looked at the ruins in front of her, listened to one of them report to her, and sometimes nodded her head slightly.

Around a group of "strange clothes" like them, there were few passers-by, but it can never be said that there were no passers-by, but those people seemed to see them there at all, and they all hurried by unconsciously.

A moment later, Safina listened to the story and whispered:

"The Boulevard family in France was once one of the top wizard families in Europe. Who would have thought that it would be uprooted silently overnight... Except for the 'despicable Haier Bo', probably no second person in the world could do it."

Speaking of this, she suddenly turned to her men and asked:

"I remember... Was the brova family helping that McClane before?"

"Yes."

Seeing her asking, the man in black immediately replied:

"Although there is not much information about Marca McLean's whereabouts, it can be roughly confirmed. The brova family not only took in McLean and his party who left Britain, but also hid a group of asylum seekers in France... There is no more accurate information about where those people are."

Before he finished speaking, he heard him pause a little, and then added:

"In addition, the brova family also sent a large number of people to Britain to monitor the movements inside and outside the fog. They didn't withdraw until they couldn't do anything."

"Well," said Safina, nodding slightly, "it's no wonder that halbo will attack them... However, if he just pulled out brova castle without touching the Muggles around, it seems a little inconsistent with the behavior style of the unscrupulous man?"

Thinking of this, her eyebrows hidden under the mask immediately frowned slightly, then waved her hand and said:

"It's not suitable to stay here. Let's go!"

Maybe she was worried that there were still some tricks of helbo here, and Safina immediately left here with her men. However, because she came here to wait for people, she didn't stay too far away. She soon found an apartment building nearby that could see the ruins of brova fort and "borrowed" the house of a family on the top floor.

"There's no need to set up protective magic," Safina immediately stopped when she saw that her men were about to curse the door and wall. "If it's like what I thought, these defensive means can not stop people, but will expose our location in vain. Also, don't go out these days. If you have to go out, don't use magic spells as much as possible... Understand?"

"Yes."

Hearing everyone's response, Safina walked slowly to the living room window and looked out. It can be seen that in the square where she was just now, except for a few Muggles, there were still no people worthy of attention.

After watching it for a while, she said casually:

"Two shifts, day and night. If you find someone similar to that McClane, let me know immediately."

After assigning the task, Safina found a chair and sat down, and began a long and boring wait.

To be honest, if this wasn't what her sister Ursula meant, she didn't want to come here at all - in her personal opinion, not only that halbo, but also makado is probably a very dangerous person.

At least she thinks that the previous code of conduct in the organization is very good. Regardless of what's going on outside, it's the safest way not to get involved.

When greenward made a riot, didn't the elders in the organization live safely today just because they made up their mind not to intervene?

Obviously, even if you live a little more, it's better than losing your life, isn't it?

However, this generation of prophets... That is, her sister Ursula, contrary to the opinions of several previous prophets, began to set foot in this bottomless quagmire.

Safina believed in her sister, both after and before she became a prophet. However, in terms of her character, she is quite resistant to this kind of personal risk.

"Can't we say that we can get through this mess safely by shrinking our heads and protecting ourselves?"

After a moment of silence, Safina looked at the blue sky outside the window and said to herself uneasily.

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Ursula was a prophet, and a better prophet than Trelawney's half hanging son. Compared with the latter's always quite abstract prediction, she can not only get quite specific prediction, but also have a strong intuition that Trelawney does not have.

However, no matter how gifted she is as a prophet, it is impossible to predict exactly to the extent of "what will happen one day" - something that only a few great ancient prophets in legend can do.

But she certainly wouldn't think that her so-called "meet McLean near brova fort in two days" was not wrong, but her words made her sister wait for a long time in France.

What is even less clear about her "new prophet", who has just awakened her talent, is that prophecy is awed precisely because it is difficult to change. As a newborn prophet, she can only tremble under fate.

The power to predict the future has been a kind of sadness since ancient times.