Chapter 1745

"The guy Haier bo... Did come."

At night, Maka stood between the ruins of Bulova castle and looked around, muttering to herself.

Yes, this evening, he finally left the island of roina. Because of his own problems, he really can't continue to live with his friends. At present, except for Delphi, who has explained in advance, no one knows that he is no longer on the island.

However, the first place he went after leaving the island was the French Fort brova, which had become ruins.

When he used the rune array to move away from here, he was worried that halbo would still find their whereabouts. Although Haier Bo didn't go to "visit" the island afterwards, who knows if the crafty guy would deliberately stand still and take his back hand on the spot?

But now it seems that the problem is not big.

Maka sensed some traces of magic left here and estimated:

"... no more than ten days at most. Even if he did come here, he couldn't leave any effective information when he arrived. It seems that he didn't find the specific location after my transfer."

After personally confirming the security of the island, Maka can't help but breathe a sigh of relief - this time he can feel at ease for the time being.

At the thought of this, Marca's hanging heart has finally settled a little. He nodded silently, then turned around quite casually and glanced at the top window of the building not far away.

In fact, not long after he arrived here, he had noticed that several pairs of eyes were staring at him in that direction, and there were even more pairs.

However, just by his perception of the magic fluctuation and soul state of those people, he knows that these people will never be Haier Bo's men, let alone Haier Bo himself.

As for who is staring at him at the moment, Maka is not very interested - he is not in good condition at the moment, and the balance of the two soul rules in his body will collapse at any time. If he didn't have to come here to confirm whether the island was really safe, he must be in Britain by now.

After all, if the problem in his body broke out directly here, even the Muggles in the whole city would die.

So, after looking back and giving a little warning to one of the wizards who seemed to be the leader, he planned to leave.

But who knows, the other party suddenly opened the window and directly jumped down from the upstairs and rushed to his side.

"Huh?"

Maka felt something and couldn't help picking her eyebrows. After thinking about it, she didn't leave directly.

The apartment building is naturally not far from the ruins of the castle. Soon, under the night, a rather slim figure in black robes skillfully climbed over the peripheral construction fence and stopped a little far from Maka.

Maka saw that the other party was wearing a pure white mask and couldn't see the real face. She immediately shook her head and didn't take the initiative to ask.

But he didn't speak, but the other party spoke.

"Who are you?"

Maka was stunned when she heard the speech.

"You not only peeped at me there, but also suddenly came to me and asked me who I was?" he frowned slightly. "Miss, if you have nothing else to do, I'll go - I still have a lot to deal with!"

"Wait!" Safina called to Marca, "are you Marca McLean?"

"Oh," said Marca, after listening to her question, she raised her eyebrows again. "It seems that you're not here by chance. You're waiting for me here?"

Maka's words are naturally equivalent to indirectly admitting her identity. Safina nodded immediately and then said:

"Mr. McLean, I really came here to wait for you, but... Trust me, we don't mean any harm to you."

After knowing that the person in front of her was indeed Marca, Safina didn't even know whether she was nervous or at ease. Because even if the other party is not the ferocious halbo, the first impression that Maka's eyes left on her just now is too deep.

On the other hand, to be honest, Marca was quite surprised to learn that the masked girl was waiting for herself here - he came here the first time after he left the island of Roy Na, which even Delphi didn't know.

After thinking about it, Maka asked for the first time:

"Is there any malice? Let's not talk about it... The first thing I want to know is, who are you?"

Safina saw Maka ask, hurriedly cleaned up her mood and tried to calm herself down as usual. After a little meal, she replied:

"I wonder if Mr. McLean has ever heard of the witch 'Geoffrey'?"

"You mean the ancient Nordic prophet Geoffrey?"

As soon as Maka listened, she pondered for a few seconds, and then suddenly said:

"Oh... I see! You are the black wizards in Sweden..."

Maka knows that although the black wizards gathered in Norway and Sweden have always kept a low profile, they have lived there for a long time.

It is said that the reason why they settled there since ancient times and even spontaneously formed an organization is that there has been a famous prophet family there since ancient times.

The original ancestor of the prophet family was the ancient witch Geoffrey, who was known as knowing the past and the future - so famous that it was even recorded in Nordic mythology by Muggles.

"So the prophets of your generation asked you to come?"

Seeing that Maka had known her identity and origin only after she mentioned it, Safina had to sigh that the other party had a wide range of knowledge. After all, although they are now the largest black wizard organization in the world, they have always been insignificant. Few people in other countries know except their ministry of magic and Muggle royal family.

After a pause, Safina nodded:

"Yes... In fact, our prophet wants to talk to you - what you should understand is about the current disaster and turmoil. We hope to cooperate with you to prevent the ancient black Wizard 'despicable halbo' from continuing to harm the world."

Safina said it very seriously, but Maka just shook her head and said:

"I'm sorry. Although I really want to go with you and meet your prophet, I'm afraid it won't work. Go back and tell her -- even if she still knows where I am, don't send anyone to me."

"In addition... The blood of the prophet is very valuable. If you want to deal with Haier Bo, protect yourself first!"