Safina has been waiting for nearly a week near brova fort, France. She looks at the French people outside the window every day, sleeping and coming and going every night. If she sees more, she will be tired.

Of course, not to mention those black robed men who are arranged to be divided into three shifts and rotate constantly, compared with her who only looks at her from time to time.

At the end of the week, almost all faces were tired.

At present, it is the evening of another day. It can be seen that the pedestrians on the square in front of the ruins of the castle outside are gradually thinning out, and the Muggle construction team that originally built scaffolds and fences in the ruins has already stopped work and left. The group of black robed wizards staring at the window can't help but breathe a sigh of relief because of the reduction of "workload".

Safina, who was sitting reading Muggle magazines at will, finally stood up and walked to the window to look at the golden sunset outside the window.

"Another day has passed."

Of course she believed Ursula's words. Her sister said that if she could wait for Marca McLean here, the other party would appear sooner or later. But such a boring time that she can only wait here is really a little difficult for her young girl.

At this time, I saw her looking at the sunset outside the window, stunned, just because of the mask, no one knew what kind of expression she had on her face at the moment.

Before long, the dazzling sunset dissipated gradually with the sunset. The night painted black all over the sky, and Safina took back her eyes with some loss.

But when she was about to sit back on one side of the seat, there was a regular knock outside the door, which made her want to sit down a little.

It's my own.

Safina quickly put her mind away, waved her hand and said:

"Open the door."

Before the words fell, two black robed men who were taking a break to prepare for the substitute quickly got up and walked towards the door. Soon they led a wizard who was also dressed in a black robe back.

"Miss," the other party said respectfully to Safina as soon as he came, and then said, "the organization received an urgent report that the Norwegian palace suffered a major attack during the day, because the other party didn't leave any survivors, so the specific situation is not clear... The prophet asked me to tell miss, please be careful here."

"Norwegian palace?"

Safina's eyebrows under the mask frowned when she heard the speech. She didn't speak immediately, but after thinking carefully, she slowly said:

"The old wizard named Davidson has been brought back to the organization before, right? Then... What about the English Prince this time? He died too?"

"This is not clear," the other party shook his head. "When I came out, the prophet seemed to be going to send someone to the palace to check the details - it may take a while to know."

"Well," Safina nodded as she thought, "I think the organization should be more cautious than me! Go back now! Help me bring a word for Ursula. The other party may be aiming at that... Well, forget it, she's so smart. She must have thought of what I can think of long ago."

Seeing Safina say so, the black robed wizard then saluted again:

"Then, miss, I'll..."

However, before she finished speaking, Safina heard one of her men at the window suddenly staring out of the window without looking back:

"Miss, there's something! Come and see that man, isn't he -"

After waiting for a week, I finally found something. Where can Safina care to talk to people?

She immediately turned to the window and looked at the square not far downstairs. Seeing that there was no one in the square, she quickly expanded her horizons and scanned around.

Then, she finally saw a not tall figure in the ruins surrounded by the Muggle construction team.

Yes, I'm still wandering in the ruins at this time. It's quite suspicious. Just because the scaffolding for construction has been put up for the buildings that have not yet completely collapsed, and it is now night, it is difficult for her to distinguish the man's appearance in the ruins.

What's more, she has never really seen Maka herself. Even if there are data collected in the organization, she is not familiar with each other at all.

Just as Safina was recalling the photos of Maka in the information and comparing them with the people in the ruins as much as possible, her subordinates asked in a low voice:

"Miss, are we going to contact each other now?"

To be honest, Safina actually wanted to veto the proposal. Not to mention that she was wary of Marca from the beginning, she just said that she was not even sure whether the other party was "Marca McLean".

If that person is actually one of halbo's men, is it too dangerous for her to expose their existence now?

However, at the thought of her sister Ursula saying that this was probably the only chance to communicate with McLean, Safina, who was worried that the other party would leave at any time, still bit her silver teeth and nodded.

After all, she didn't know why Maka would return to brova castle.

"Go to meet someone first... Remember not to use any magic spell, use the past."

While Safina ordered to speak, a pair of eyes in the eye hole of the mask still stared at the figure in the ruins for a moment.

But she didn't expect that before her men acted according to their words, the figure standing between the ruins suddenly turned around and accurately looked up at Safina's eyes.

At that moment, Safina couldn't help being surprised - although the other party was far away, her eyes were still eye-catching in the shadow of the night. Even if she couldn't see each other's face clearly, the deep eyes immediately came into her mind, which made her suddenly palpitating.

Although the other party soon looked away, even many of her subordinates thought it was just a coincidence, Safina came back and found that a layer of cold sweat had seeped out behind her.

"Wait," she said with difficulty, "I'll go myself... You all stay here and don't move."

As soon as she finished speaking, Safina opened the window wide, and the night wind poured in from the window, gently swaying her hair on her temples.

The cool wind calmed her flustered thoughts a little. After a little calming in her heart, she turned over on the windowsill and jumped directly from the roof of the apartment building while pulling out her magic wand.

"Didn't miss say not to use the spell? How did she --"

"Because... I'm afraid we've been discovered by each other."