Chapter 1751

Until Maka forcibly controlled the carriage back to the ground, the rumble of falling thunder continued not far away. Between the flashes of thunder, his face looking at the thunderstorm area was bright and dark.

Without Maka continuing to try to lead the thunder, it must be impossible to concentrate all the lightning on the two living corpses with an iron rod alone. Needless to say, those who can't escape from the minefield in time can only listen to fate.

"... Mr. McLean?"

Safina, who spoke, saw her get down from the carriage, looked at Maka's back and called tentatively.

"I'm sorry, I didn't follow your advice... However, it was because we saw the thunderstorm that we wanted to pass. Ursula was worried that it would hurt many people's lives, so he wanted Lord Ye to stop this large-scale thunder attack."

"It's impossible," Marka said casually, looking back at her in the direction of the block. "Now that it's started, we can only wait until it's over."

"But," said Safina, "Ursula has a snake flute, and Lord Yale will respect her will."

However, Maka soon shook her head again.

"It's not a matter of listening to her," he said. "Once the thunder falling magic of the long horned water snake starts, it won't be controlled by it at all. No matter how you persuade it, it's useless."

Unless external forces can be used to dispel the magic of the minefield so that it can no longer attract lightning - this was naturally done by Maka in the past, but now he has spent a lot of energy just grasping the rules and power balance in his body, but he has no spare power.

Thinking of this, Maka can only put down this matter for the time being, and finally turned and looked at Safina who has occupied behind her... And the carriage behind her.

"So, is your sister... Your prophet, the lady in the carriage?"

Perhaps she felt a sense of threat from Maka. Ms. Larson, the maid who was just sitting in the driving seat, couldn't help getting out of the car, and unconsciously moved to the door of the carriage, blocking between Maka and the carriage.

In this regard, Maka just shrugged.

Just then, a pleasant voice came out of the car——

"Hello, Mr. McLean... I'm Ursula, the prophet of the gofein family. I apologize most sincerely for the impoliteness of not being able to talk to you face to face."

"Huh?"

When Maka heard the speech, she quickly waved her hand and said:

"It's nothing... I'm more concerned about what kind of prophecy you made than your appearance... Of course, maybe I don't want to know the specific content of the prophecy."

"Thank you for your understanding and tolerance, sir," said Ursula softly in the carriage. "As for the prophecy... I asked Safina to invite you to come and discuss it for this prophecy."

As she was saying this, she suddenly gave a little meal and then continued:

"First of all, sir, you should already know that halber has covered most of Britain with an indelible fog. That is to say, the disaster has completely begun - perhaps there were many omens before it developed into today's situation, and there may be some clues that can prevent it from coming to this stage. But -"

"Obviously, my prophet's blood woke up late, so I didn't have a chance to try to change anything. And all I could do seemed to be to postpone the disaster as much as possible."

Maka listened and nodded.

"It's a very good idea," he said. "I can feel the kindness in your heart... So? Are you going to intervene in the development of some events?"

"Yes," Ursula said. "In fact, one of the most important things I care about in some of my predictions is that halbo suddenly abandoned the occupied Britain and launched aggression against other countries. The main figure in this prediction seems to be an old wizard named Davidson and the first heir to the British throne."

"Oh?"

As soon as she heard that the other party suddenly mentioned her two "old acquaintances", Maka couldn't help but be stunned.

"Old Davidson and the prince?"

"Yes," Ursula nodded slightly in the carriage. "According to my prediction, the British Prince's succession to the throne will lead to further aggression and destruction of halbo. As for Mr. Davidson... He is the primary person who led to this situation."

Maka listened, then raised her eyebrows and said in surprise:

"What do you say?"

"Well," Ursula paused, "in fact, Mr. Davidson chose to trade with nalbo - he used some 'things' to exchange most of the British land from nalbo for the prince who lost his country."

"That's really what that guy can do," Marca said, shaking her head.

Then Ursula went on:

"Therefore, I asked Safina to go on my behalf. First, I contacted the Norwegian King we were familiar with, and then I contacted the queen herself through the Norwegian king who made friends with the Queen - I made a deal with her first."

"Let me guess... Do you want her to abolish the prince's succession to the throne and hand over old Davidson?"

When Ursula heard this, she immediately affirmed:

"Although there are some differences in the specific process, but... Indeed, the result is as Mr. said."

However, Maka smiled noncommittally.

"Your ability to predict seems very strong," he said faintly, "but I have to say that you seriously underestimate the difficulty of changing the 'established future' - if the disaster in the prediction can be avoided so easily, will it still be an accurate prediction?"

On the other hand, Ursula can only agree:

"I've realized this - for example, the attack on our lake meraren was beyond my expectation. I don't understand why halbo had already focused on the Davidson who had nothing to do with him before anything happened?"

At this point, a faint sigh came from the carriage.

"So I can only infer... Because of my forced intervention, some events may have occurred in a new way in advance."

When Maka and Ursula were having this conversation, Safina didn't finish. Until Ursula finally fell into a little silence, Safina couldn't help saying when she heard her sister's sigh:

"Mr. McLean, anyway... Can you help us... At least get rid of the two 'demons' who are destroying our hometown first? Please help us!"