Chapter 1856

"Wait a minute... Please tell me the truth. What do you want our sisters to do for you?"

Safina sat on the ground with her hands on the ground, moved hard towards Maka, and then looked at him straight and said:

"Mr. McLean, although the way you found us both this time is very rude, and you have left me here these days, which has put me through a very painful time. But I can still feel that at least you have no malice towards me. What reason should you do this..."

"So," she pursed, then said seriously, "as long as you can recover Ursula's old injury, I'm willing to do anything for you - it's better to have a man who is willing to cooperate than to keep me suspicious?"

After hearing Safina's words behind her, Maka couldn't help but pause slightly. He can hear that the other party's words are really from the bottom of his heart - including the sentence "willing to do anything for you".

He believed that as long as Ursula could be cured, the girl in front of him was really willing to work for him. Even if she was asked to fight halbo, she wouldn't hesitate too much.

Safina was such a character. Otherwise, she wouldn't have rushed to this fog shrouded Jedi just to match up her sister and Maka.

But after listening, Maka shook her head gently.

"Should I say 'more of your trust'?" he sighed. "Well, you want to know what I like about your sisters, don't you? Well... In fact, I like your 'people'!"

"What, what?"

Safina, who had just moved forward, saw him say so, and immediately subconsciously shrank back.

"We... Ursula and I... You want both?"

"Your words will be better," Marca nodded. "It's more in line with my needs."

When he said this, he felt that Safina's eyes became more and more subtle. Then he smiled and waved his hand and said:

"Of course, it's not the kind of 'need' you think. As I said, your soul has great potential... Don't underestimate my evaluation. You know, most wizards are 'equal' in my eyes, even myself. But your sisters are different. The blood of the prophet is very special - and the blood of the prophet who is sure to have potential but hasn't awakened like you is not enough More rare! "

Safina was silent for a moment, and then somehow she was angry and said:

"So?"

"No, so," said Maka with both hands, "as for what I will ask you to do when you really master your strength... I can't tell you. Because although your potential meets my expectations, your brain is still a lot worse. What I told you in advance will be bad."

Having said that, he had no intention of staying here any more, turned and walked out.

"Don't worry! Even if your sister doesn't want to, I'll let her have a healthy body... In fact, it won't be long before she can come here to see you by herself."

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"Marca, did you roll in the mud pit?"

As soon as Willie saw Marka coming this way... Well, to be exact, she immediately showed her doubts when she saw Marka's dirty, black and smelly appearance.

"Oh, I don't have that strange hobby!" Marca shrugged. "Is Sarah still in the middle hall? Go and call her and take a bath for Miss Geoffrey in the back hall! She looks no better than me -"

"Oh," said Willie, nodding, suddenly drawing out her wand and pointing at Marca, "clean it up... Eh? Why is it useless?"

"That's why I asked you to take a bath for her!" Marca said. "These black things are full of anti magic... Eh, vomit? In short, you can't get rid of them with ordinary magic spells. Instead of using other powerful magic, it's faster to take a bath directly."

"OK."

Willie nodded again and turned to the front.

After Maka watched her leave, she turned and went to the bathroom not far away to wash her black stains. After that, he did not go to the middle hall or go back to his room to deal with his own affairs, but went to the room of another "miss gofein" - Ursula.

"Dudu."

Although Ursula has not been able to act by herself, she is still mostly thinking alone in bed. But anyway, she was still a young woman - to be polite, Maka reached out and knocked on the door.

"... please come in."

The sound from the room felt more or less powerless. It was obvious that Ursula was not in good shape at the moment.

Of course, Maka knew why the other party was like this, but he didn't care. Hearing Ursula's response, he pushed the door in.

"Squeak --"

The old house was like this. There was always something unpleasant when it opened the door, which made Ursula feel even more unhappy in the room.

"Don't ask, I won't promise... You go out!"

"Oh, are you going to drive me away as soon as you open the door?" said Marca as she walked in. "Besides, although you don't promise me, I have promised your sister - just now, I made another promise to her. Seriously, I have to swear to her."

"That's not good either," Ursula said stiffly, covering her head with a quilt. "I can't tolerate you suffering Safina. What are you going to do? Can't you come at me? It's fun to bully my sister?"

Speaking of this, she pulled the quilt apart, stared at Maka and said:

"Since you like bullying the weak so much, why not bully me, a damn disabled person? You will feel more happy!"

Maka listened and couldn't help laughing and crying:

"Hearing what you said, I suddenly felt as if I was really a heinous villain."

Before saying anything, he sat down a little by Ursula's bed, and then turned to a serious way:

"Well, in that case, I'll really be a villain... Be careful, Miss Geoffrey. I'm going to bully you."

As he said this, he slowly put his hand in front of Ursula. Ursula didn't expect his sudden change. His head became blank and his eyes closed subconsciously.

A few seconds later, when Ursula suddenly regained her consciousness and wondered why Maka hadn't done anything else, she suddenly felt a strong sense of dizziness coming from the depths of her brain.

The next moment, she fainted without resistance.