Chapter 1752

Of course it's OK to ask Maka for help. In fact, Maka was already trying to help them.

After all, it is obvious that within her ability, Maka naturally would not like to see too many innocent people die in front of her.

However, before he really went to help them solve the problem of the two corpses, it seemed that he had some more important questions to deal with first.

"Ladies," said Marca, looking at Safina and her sister Ursula's carriage in front of her, "it's no problem to help, but before that... According to what was mentioned before, the old Davidson should be... Nearby?"

As he spoke, he turned back and looked at the thunder falling area.

"Yes," Ursula in the carriage quickly confirmed his guess, "In fact, we have a secret stronghold in that neighborhood, and under that stronghold is a small wizard prison. If necessary, we will lock in some members who seriously violate the organization's regulations... And we locked him there after we brought Davidson back."

"So it's obvious," said Marca immediately. "The target of the two high-ranking corpses should be Davidson - I'm going to see him first."

"Well... Of course," Ursula hesitated, "but... Although it may seem a little aggressive for us, Mr. McLean, why don't you solve those two enemies first? With your strength, it should be no problem?"

When Maka heard the speech, she couldn't help shrugging her shoulders.

"Yes," he said frankly, "even if I'm not in good shape at present, it's really not difficult to just 'get them away' from here. Unfortunately, if I do that, I can't come back... The reasons are very complicated, so I won't explain it to you."

"In a word," said Maka a slightly, "tell me the way to enter that prison! I went to him earlier and asked him. There will be fewer deaths here, won't there?"

Since Marca didn't want to explain in too much detail, Ursula certainly couldn't take him. In addition, the time is really urgent... The carriage was only a little quiet, and Marca listened to Ursula inside:

"I'm going too."

As a prophet, Ursula's current actions are actually quite unsuccessful. Although she made a seemingly accurate prediction, she failed to correctly view the essence of the prediction, so that she made a series of meaningless actions.

However, her intention is good.

"Mr. McLean," Ursula said seriously, "I wonder if you can take me there... I want to know how fate has corrected its trajectory... Does my prediction really remain the same as you said?"

"Oh?"

From her words, Maka could hear the kindness in her heart and the sense of responsibility derived from her prophetic ability.

A little stunned, Maka quickly nodded her head.

"Yes."

"... thank you."

The voice did not fall, accompanied by a "squeak", the carriage door that had not been opened was finally opened.

"Ursula!" "Miss?"

Safina and the maid, Ms. Larson, seemed surprised at Ursula's initiative to open the door. But when they both gave a whisper, Ursula's clearer voice came out of the door again.

"It doesn't matter," she said quietly. "Compared with the suffering brought by this disaster to the world, my personal difficulty is not worth mentioning. I've been too hypocritical over the years... Safina, you don't have to come here. I'm sorry to bother Mr. McLean to take care of me alone. Just wait here."

When Ursula finished, Maka thought she would get out of the car. But he followed him and heard the other party slowly say:

"Mr. McLean, it may embarrass you, but... Can you help me? Maybe you can use a floating spell on me..."

Her voice trembled slightly as she said this - she seemed afraid.

Maka looked at Safina and Larson, the maid beside her, and saw that they all slightly pursed their mouths and didn't say a word. She suddenly had some eyebrows about it.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Safina seemed to be finally unable to help herself, and suddenly stood in front of the half open carriage door.

"Ursula, you --"

"Safina, get out of the way!" Ursula sighed softly and said to her sister, "we can't delay any more."

"But --"

"Mr. McLean," Ursula said, interrupting Safina again. "I'm ready."

"I see."

Maka made only a brief meal, then bypassed Safina and walked to the door of the carriage that had been opened by Ursula.

"Just forget about the floating spell!" he said as he walked. "I can't use magic frequently at present. Even if it's just a floating spell, don't use it! So maybe we can say the opposite - it may make you a little embarrassed next. I hope you don't mind."

"Ah?"

Ursula listened. Before she could react, she saw the carriage door suddenly open. Then a strange man came to the carriage decisively.

"Ah!"

From doubt to fright to silence, Ursula closed her eyes in a panic. At the same time, Marca's eyes flashed a look of surprise.

In fact, from the previous performance, Maka knew that Ursula, who had always been hiding in the carriage, was mostly flawed. Only from the magic wave, he didn't find much abnormality.

Ursula is a real prophet. Her spiritual strength is very strong, but in addition, she seems to be no different from ordinary people.

Until now she really saw Ursula's appearance, Maka didn't confirm what kind of problem she had.

"I have to say, it's good for you to survive."

"Er..."

While Ursula was still closing her eyes and trembling slightly, she suddenly felt her whole body tighten, and then the whole person left the soft mattress and came to a solid and warm place.

"Mr. McLean?"

She didn't dare to open her eyes, so she could only shrink her body and tremble with her too small figure:

"Why?"