Chapter 1946

The seal failed.

This is not because Maka's imitation stone box doesn't work, but because... It doesn't have time to play its due effect.

When Maka only felt a trance in his mind and recovered again, he found that the stone box just ready to use had been left on the ground at some time.

And his hand, unexpectedly, reached near the black box again.

Maka is sure that she has always resisted the tempting power it sends out. In other words, what caused him to involuntarily and frequently extend his hand to the black box was indeed another thing he could not detect.

"So what else is affecting you?"

He subconsciously retreated again and let himself stay away from the strange black box again, frowning and thinking. Even in order to prevent himself from unconsciously trying to touch the black box, he had not cast a spell on his hands and directly made them stick to each other.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the whole world was telling him that all the measures he had taken were futile - just as he was thinking about countermeasures, the familiar scene was repeated again.

This time, even Marka didn't notice it. Inexplicably, he untied the strong paste curse just imposed on his hand, and then went to the black box again and stretched out his hand.

If you observe yourself, you can find that his hand is closer to the black box at last. This time, he almost really wants to touch the cover surface of the black box.

However, at the moment when he was about to touch the box cover, he saw a hazy ripple in the devouring mirror right in front. At the same time, a hand suddenly came out of the chaotic mirror and accurately clasped Maka's wrist.

"McLean, wake up."

A voice came out from the other side of the mirror and awakened Maka, who was still immersed in thinking. Maka looked down at her right hand, which was firmly grasped. With a sudden expression, she looked at the devouring mirror along the other party's arm.

The world in the mirror is still chaotic and difficult to see. Maka can only vaguely see that a figure wearing a black felt coat and short white hair is standing inside. The whole person is slightly distorted with the chaotic fog surging in the mirror.

Only one arm was sticking out of the mirror and clasping his right wrist.

But... Yes, Marca knows each other.

"Long time no see, Mr. greenward," said Marca, letting the other party grasp her wrist. "I thought you might have found Professor Dumbledore... Not yet?"

As soon as the voice fell, he heard the voice coming out of the mirror again:

"Albus asked me to come."

"Oh, should I congratulate you first?" Marca nodded clearly. "What about the professor? I thought it should be him who came to see me, but I didn't expect... The decision to put the mirror here was right, but you came to help me."

"Because albus has other things to do... You put this thing in front of the devouring mirror and just pointed out a new way for us. He is going to have a look at it now."

In the mirror, greenward said, glancing down at his feet.

Until then, Maka found that the black box had been reflected in the world inside the mirror with the mirror. But because the world in the mirror is too vague and chaotic for Maka, Maka can't even notice it if greenward doesn't look at it.

After the other party looked down, Maka heard him and continued:

"McLean, Albus wants me to tell you - if you can't, you can come to us and travel with us. Because death is not terrible."

"Is that what the professor said?"

Maka was about to scratch her head with her left hand, but she found that she almost reached out to touch the black box again. She quickly shook her arm and put her hand in her pocket. Then she said:

"It's really persuasive to say this from your mouth... But yes! Let me think about it again..."

To go to them is actually to ask Marca to give up her life - with Dumbledore and greenward leading the way, maybe Marca can really go to the place Dumbledore took him to see.

And more importantly, when he went there, he would no longer have to worry that he would inadvertently open the damn broken box at his feet.

However

"By the way, have you seen the ghost of halbo over there?" Maka suddenly changed the topic. "I think you should know - that guy made this mirror into his Horcrux."

"Yes," replied greenward, "it's a note with some faded ancient Greek writing on it."

"Note?" Marca was stunned, but soon shook her head again. "Anything is OK... In short, can you help me destroy it? If Haier Bo was still there, I wouldn't dare to die even if I was willing to die?"

Unfortunately, greenward immediately said:

"Can't do it - albus and I are just onlookers. Here, it's difficult for the rules to affect us, and it's difficult for us to interfere with the rules... We can only be a spectator. Reaching out to pull you like this is the limit - maybe albus can do more, but even he can't break the rules."

"Listen to what you say, I find I don't want to go to your side any more." Maka glanced at her words.

"But here, you can pursue the truth without limit."

Greenward said, but Maka found that his hand had begun to weaken gradually, and the strength of clasping his wrist was obviously weakening rapidly.

"It's time," greenward quietly released Marca's arm and put his hand back into the mirror world. "I should go... McLean, think about it! You're a real wizard - at least albus and I think we didn't look away."

"Hey, wait! You haven't told me clearly about this black box -"

Maka originally wanted to say something more. After all, it's rare to wait for a negotiable object. But just then, he suddenly felt that a familiar magic wave suddenly appeared outside the cave, and began to gradually approach here.

"Hmm? Here comes halber... Anyway, wait! Mr. greenward, at least you have to do me another favor!"