Chapter 1754

"Is this my life? I graduated from Hogwarts with excellent results in all subjects, joined the legal enforcement department of the British Ministry of magic at the age of 19, was hired as a professor by demstrom School of magic at the age of 30, and was specially hired as the leader of the research and development team of the new flying broom by cosmic broom Co., Ltd. at the age of 40."

"In his fifties, he resigned to enter the Muggle world, spent a lot of time among members of the British royal family, and won the Queen's trust as the chief bishop of England in his sixties..."

"The result is now that it has fallen into this field."

"Now looking back, I seem to be busy all my life, but how many things have I succeeded in?"

In the cell of the small underground prison, old Davidson leaned against the cold wall and his heart was full of depression.

To be honest, he had hardly been so depressed in his life. Even if there were setbacks, he always believed that he was a person who could achieve great things. And how can those who achieve great things give up their ideals and persistence because of some small stumbling?

But this time, when he saw the confrontation between Maka and Haier Bo, he finally saw the reality that he was just an "ordinary person".

Even if he didn't want to admit it, he was no longer young.

"Kant should have been in front of Haier Bo? If Haier Bo is willing to pay attention to him..." Davidson half closed his eyes, pondered in the dark dungeon, and finally shook his head again.

"No, forget it! Even if Kant's child can successfully talk to halbo, it's his chance. What does it have to do with me? I haven't had anything to do with me since the moment the prophet saw it through in advance."

At the thought of this, Davidson couldn't help reaching out and touching the large white beard on his chin and sighed deeply.

But just then, he heard a "clang" sound outside - it was the movement of the magic elevator. He also took it when he was brought here.

Realizing that someone had finally come down, he hurriedly dragged the shackles on his feet to the prison door, grabbed the iron fence and looked out.

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"See what I do? Lead the way -"

When Maka came out of the elevator, she saw two wizards outside looking at him, and then she was scared back several steps.

Ursula knew, of course, that it was she who frightened the two prison guards, so she subconsciously lowered her head.

Obviously, although she has made up her mind not to care about her appearance, she is still very frightened when she really sees others frightened by herself.

This problem has plagued her for so many years. How can it be said that she can really care if she doesn't care?

However, Maka obviously didn't have the time to make her worry about these things. Look, the two men stared at Ursula in their arms as if they had seen a ghost. They shook their heads. Even if they ignored them, they walked quickly between the two stunned people.

"It seems that the guards in your organization need more exercise. With regard to this psychological quality, major events will be broken at the critical moment!"

Until then, the two prison guards finally reacted, quickly took out their wands and pointed to the back of Maka, who had walked a long distance.

"Stop, stop! This is -"

"Your prophet sent me here," interrupted Maka without looking back. "Maybe you've heard my name, too. I'm Maka McClane."

Before his voice fell, he had passed through the short corridor, turned a corner and walked directly into the stone chamber at the end of the corridor.

As soon as he entered, he finally saw Davidson's old face, who was grasping the fence to look at the outside.

The disaster of prison in a few days has made the old wizard who was always very energetic a lot embarrassed. The gray messy hair tangled together, and the dust on the wrinkled face was dirty - although the robes and clothes on the body were not broken, they were also dirty, and had not been clean and tidy as before.

"Haven't seen you for a while?" Marca stood a little in front of the other party's prison door and said calmly. "It seems that you're upset again?"

"McLean..."

When old Davidson first saw the Ursula held by Marca, his heart couldn't help jumping. After all, the terrible appearance really tested people's psychological endurance. Fortunately, however, he has lived so old that he is not as frightened as the two guards just now.

Besides, there are many things more important than seeing Ursula.

"McLean," said old Davidson, after only a brief pause, he looked away from Ursula and looked again at Marca's face, "do you... Know?"

"What do you know?" Maka said faintly, looking at the old man through the iron fence door. "Oh, you mean the 'whistle blowing' plan you intend to betray everyone?"

"I --"

Old Davidson originally wanted to deny Maka's so-called "betraying everyone", but just opened his mouth and jumped out a word, then swallowed all the words he tried to defend with a heavy face.

To say "betrayal", although he certainly didn't betray "everyone", once the "bad idea" he came up with really succeeded, it would certainly hurt many people.

"Yes, I betrayed you..."

"Me?" Maka shook her head when she saw him say so. "I didn't regard you as a companion from the beginning. You should know this in your heart, so you can't talk about 'betrayal' to me."

As she was saying this, Maka suddenly paused, then turned her lips and said:

"Yes, at best, it's just against me!"

As soon as the voice fell, before old Davidson could say anything more, Maka waved her hand and put aside the "betrayal" and "opposition" for the time being.

"I don't have any spare time to talk to you about this. Let's get to the point!" Marca said. "I've heard about your plan that hasn't been implemented in time. Then, I hope you can answer my question well - did you send someone over there?"

"What?"

Old Davidson didn't even tell the prince about letting one of his students go to Haier Bo instead of himself. Even Ursula, the prophet, didn't know. But he didn't expect that Marca broke his last little abacus almost as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Isn't it strange?" Marca frowned slightly. "But the fact is that halbaud sent his hand to find you! So I can guess this. Naturally, there's nothing strange, isn't it?"