Chapter 1821

The ancient city of Winchester is a picture depicting many glorious past.

As the former capital of England, its prosperity is not inferior to that of today's London - although the city has gone through many changes of the times and many traces of the past have been gradually erased by generations of Winchester people, as long as you look carefully, you can find many details full of a sense of history.

Of course, if you are a wizard, you may be able to find more glorious traces only belonging to the past in this historic city.

Just a stone's throw from Winchester Abbey, there is an architectural relic with only a few ruins - which was not demolished by the living bodies of helbo.

Almost all British born in Winchester know that it is called "wolfsey", which was once a very important Bishop's palace. The archbishop, who was your adviser to the king at that time, lived in this place.

But few Muggles know the true face of the wolfsey church palace. Even today, even wizards know very little about it.

Because behind this so-called "relic", there is also a druid Cathedral - the territory of ancient wizards.

Yes, around the 9th century, the powerful bishops of the kingdom of England basically had the identity of witches. Even some ordinary lords who are not wizards often have wizards as advisers in their families, even the royal family is no exception.

But now, after many years of silence in this wizard religious palace, it has finally ushered in a new owner.

"Willie, are you feeling all right?"

In front of the prayer table of the church, two figures sat side by side, and the taller male wizard was softly asking about the state of the little girl around him.

"I'm fine, Marca."

The girl gently shook her head and said faintly:

"My head is no longer dizzy."

"Well, that's good," Maka nodded. "I think it's probably Luna. She learned the rules of empathy. Maybe she got some Meiwa's blood through some channel... Oh, by the way, since they went to busbarton, it should be Gabriel... Otherwise, they found hibiscus."

Hearing this, the girl seemed to think of something and couldn't help saying:

"Miss Lovegood? Marca, is that all right?"

"It doesn't matter," Maka said calmly. "If it's Luna, it should be OK - after all, you only have part of the power of the rules."

After that, he put his hand back on the girl's head, then stood up and left the bench.

"Let them all go out and 'clean up' the ancient city again! I don't need such a group of 'subordinates' who only know to sit in a daze... There are still some living corpses in the city. Haier Bo may find out the truth here through them."

"OK, Marca."

When the girl heard the speech, she held the pointed hat upright, and then turned and walked back.

"By the way," said Marca, looking back at her at last, "I'm sorry. I did drag you down this time, Willie."

After a few seconds of silence, the girl shook her head and said:

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Before the words fell, she immediately turned around and left, but her footsteps faintly became much lighter.

Maka watched her walk quickly to the back of the church, summoned all the sitting figures Safina had seen at that time, and then led them out of the side door of the church after a light salute to Maka.

When everyone went to work, Maka sighed and walked to the innermost door of the church.

"Click."

Turning the doorknob, there was a slight sound, and then it was dark - away from the high brightness magic flame ignited by Maka in the church, the same fog filled every corner with darkness. Although this will not prevent Maka from exploring the surrounding situation, as a person, he obviously doesn't like the darkness.

With a little raise of his hand, a mass of light spread from his fingertips, which also lit up the space behind the door.

Behind the huge nave of the church, there are two smaller spaces. One is the living room for priests to rest and eat in front of them, and the other is the rear hall that only Druid high-ranking priests were allowed to enter and leave in those days.

But now, the name of the so-called "church" and many "priests" obviously no longer exist. At least Maka is not religious - whether the object of faith in this religion is God or nature.

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

Footsteps echoed in the empty room until Maka walked slowly to the back door, reached out again and pushed the door open with the sound of "squeak".

Then, the light in his hand automatically flew into the back hall, dispersing the darkness inside.

The next moment, a figure leaning on the ground appeared together with a complex Rune array under her.

"Miss Geoffrey, I've come to see you..." Maka stood a little in front of the array and looked down at the mask girl in the middle of the array, "I know it must be hard for you now, but believe me, if it were you, you would not fail - Geoffrey's blood has given you a tough soul, but it just didn't wake up like your sister."

"Oh, speaking of your sister... Don't worry! She will come too, and then I will fulfill my promise to you." Marca continued. "I think she may be ready to leave now - I've already sent someone to pick her up. She won't be in danger."

He was saying this, a bit like talking to himself, because while he was talking, Safina lying on the ground was confined with her eyes and nothing at all.

But Marca knew that Safina must be able to hear her words right now.

That is, after Maka said a few words to her, suddenly, Safina, who seemed to have completely lost consciousness, gradually opened her eyes and turned her pupils to Maka a a little bit.

She tried to open her mouth, but her throat rolled, but she couldn't make any sound.

"Don't worry," Maka comforted softly. "Trust me, I can say I can feel your feelings right now. But don't worry... The pain won't last long."

Safina looked at him steadily. After a moment, she closed her eyes again.

Maka looked at her and continued to stand here for a while. Then he turned and left the back hall. Only when the door was closed, he coughed twice with his mouth covered.