Chapter 1815

"Da... Da... Da... Da... Da..."

Footsteps echoed in this long corridor. They sometimes overlapped and staggered, showing that they have their own masters.

At the same time, Safina, as one of them, finally understood why the previous echo was so big.

Willie, who was walking in front of her, was holding a glowing wand and pacing forward. Because of her petite body, she didn't walk very fast, and Safina could easily keep up with her. Therefore, she even had time to observe the general situation of the corridor through the light released by each other.

Obviously, there is fog here, but she can still vaguely see that this should be an old building with a long history.

The earth colored bricks have many wear marks, the floor tiles are slightly uneven, some doors on one side of the corridor are closed, and many signs of aging can be seen on those old wooden doors.

Obviously, time has engraved the mark of civilization on the building, making it no longer as bright as it was when it was first built. However, as long as you look carefully, you can still find some exquisite carvings from the corners, pilasters and lintels, so that people can understand that it has also had unlimited scenery.

As for whether there were any beautiful carvings or faded murals on the top of the corridor, it was unclear, because the light used by Willie to illuminate was obviously not enough to remove the darkness above their heads.

Safina looked as she walked and thought about the pile of doubts in her heart. Although she has a lot of questions to ask Willie, she knows from the other party's attitude that she can't ask anything. It's better to save some energy and see where the other party is taking her.

A few minutes later, they finally came to the end of the long corridor.

As soon as she walked out of the small arch at the end of the corridor, Safina felt a lot of light in front of her. Although the fog remained, the darkness of the night had been swept away under the light of a burning flame overhead.

So Safina immediately found that outside the corridor, there should be a large church hall, because she saw rows of neat prayer benches not far in front.

"Is there... Someone there?"

Suddenly, she saw several figures in the last rows of the prayer table. They were sitting at will, but they didn't mean to communicate with each other.

Because Willie in front didn't stop, Safina had to look at the people again, and then followed them through the middle to the front of the church hall.

Here, she finally saw a familiar figure in the first row of the seat, sitting on one side of the middle aisle.

"Marca, she's awake."

Marca? Marca McLean? No wonder Safina felt like she had seen this figure somewhere.

It's just

"Are you Mr. McLean?"

Safina asked subconsciously, but the figure seemed to hold her head and fell into thinking, and had no response to her and Willie's voice.

Willie didn't get a response. She didn't seem to care. She stood beside him silently and waited.

Safina waited for a while at first, but she was not a very patient person like her sister Ursula. Over time, she couldn't stand.

After looking left and right, Safina hesitated and quietly retreated after finding that no one paid attention to herself and that Bulova, who came with her, never looked back at her again.

But it was at this time.

"Miss Geoffrey... Although it may be impolite for Willie to invite you over, now that she's here, why don't you sit down and talk?"

"Da."

Perhaps because of a little guilty conscience, Safina was startled and stopped quickly. But in the position several steps away from Marca and Willie, it's hard for her to walk back by herself.

For a moment, she hesitated, and then simply sat down on the prayer table next to her.

"Mr. McLean... You're Mr. McLean, aren't you?"

Safina spoke a little quietly, but in this empty and quiet hall, the slightest voice will be naturally amplified infinitely.

"Of course," said Marka, still sitting in front, with her back to her. "I'm Marka McLean - haven't we just met?"

"Yes! I've just seen it," Safina murmured when she heard it. "But you... Make me feel like a completely different person."

"Yes?" Marca said calmly.

Safina was a little stunned and silent for a few seconds. She couldn't help shaking her head again.

"Well, maybe it's the difference in the environment that makes me feel a little biased!" she said. "But the way you 'invite' me obviously also accounts for a big factor - what do you want to do when you bring me here? Do we know each other well?"

However, Maka immediately said:

"I've already apologized for inviting you here. If you don't want to accept it, I can't help it. But it doesn't have much to do with familiarity... I want to ask you for a favor, and you happen to come to England again, so I asked Willie to bring you... That's it."

"Hey!"

Safina obviously became more and more angry. She was so angry that she forgot her original guilt and fear - but her temper was not so good. In fact, it was because she had no bottom in her heart.

"McLean, you... You say, is this an attitude of asking for help!"

As she spoke, she couldn't help patting the table angrily and stood up, making the quiet church ring back with a slightly harsh "bang".

Maybe even she didn't expect it to be so loud. After she patted the table, she couldn't help shrinking her neck. Then she sat back again.

"Always, in short... I won't help!"

"Don't worry," said Marca, putting down her left hand supporting her cheek, raising her head and leaning back her neck. "You'll hear my 'reward' first, and then decide whether you want to help me! If you don't listen, you'll refuse. I'm afraid you'll regret it again soon."

Listening to Maka's persuasion, Safina opened her mouth, but finally she hummed quietly.

Because she knew that she had no capital to refuse at all, which had been decided from the moment she was taken away by Bulova from Weymouth port.

What's more, she is now curious about what Mr. McLean "tied" himself for.

But soon, she found that she couldn't calm down any more.

"Do you want your sister's body back to normal?" Marca asked calmly.