Chapter 2257

Luna is sitting in a daze in front of the ice coffin.

Because everyone is very busy today, no one will disturb her in a daze. That's good, because she needs more time to stay and think about things based on her intuition.

For example, she wants to know what Maka is doing and thinking, and what to say when she sees each other again soon.

For example, she also wants to know whether she has some responsibilities and should do something she doesn't want to do.

Luna is not Hermione. She usually doesn't make many strict plans for her actions. Even her thinking is different from ordinary people. She just followed her intuition and came to a conclusion.

"Maka... What would she do if she were a mother?" Luna stretched out her hand, gently brushed away the white frost on the ice coffin, looked at the dead figure inside and muttered, "I think my mother should only tell me that these are small things... Because my mother always thinks that only doing research is a real big thing."

Luna knows very well that her mother who died early is not a great genius witch, just as she always knows that the father who wrote "singing the opposite tune" is not always right.

But she would rather believe every article of her father, because her father wanted her to believe it. Therefore, when she saw Maka, who was incarnated as a devil and the Lord of the living corpse, sitting in front of her in a deliberately strange posture, she also decided to continue to believe in Maka, and even hoped that Hermione and them would believe the same.

In this way, father will be happy, Maka... Should he be happy, too?

"Ha -"

Touching the ice coffin made her palm a little cold. Luna retracted her hand and breathed a sigh. But her eyes didn't move. She stayed on the ice surface with the frost marks wiped off, and looked warm through the ice head.

That vision did not melt the ice coffin, but the ice coffin melted her heart.

Staring for a long time, the frost accumulated again on the small piece of ice, covering the side face in the ice coffin. Then, with a series of slightly chaotic footsteps, the tent curtain was lifted, and Hermione and others came in from the outside.

"Luna?"

Because Luna's confirmation was obtained on St. Martins island before, everyone no longer paid attention to the ice coffin. Unexpectedly, Luna came here to stare at it and started to stay.

"Hermione."

Luna turned her head and showed a light smiling face to Hermione and others who entered the tent.

"I miss my father a little... And you?"

The home was destroyed, the hometown was destroyed, but at least there are still many families. Even the Weasley family who lost Percy knew that as long as even one family was alive, it was the driving force for them to stick to it.

Hermione, of course, is no exception.

"I'd like to," Hermione nodded. "I took the time to ask Professor Lupin before. Everyone is doing well, at least not dangerous for the time being."

Luna couldn't help nodding, but then she turned her head and said a little without beginning or end:

"Marca is also our family."

"Uh, uh, yeah!"

Hermione was stunned. She didn't know why Luna said so suddenly and what exactly she meant. But this statement alone, she naturally won't feel wrong.

After thinking about it, she felt that she had understood Luna's idea, and immediately nodded:

"Yes, Marca will make it clear to us afterwards."

After saying that, she reached out to help Luna up from the ground, took her to the next chair and let her sit down.

"Don't get too close. The ice coffin is too cold."

After such an instruction, Hermione walked in with the other partners who came in with her. It seemed that she would get together again to discuss what plan.

Luna didn't say anything. She just sat there and watched Hermione discuss with everyone. She opened her mouth several times, but she didn't really speak.

Finally, she stopped seeing everyone who was planning to return to Britain, but focused her attention on the ice coffin not far away.

It was still covered with frost, with wisps of cold, so that people couldn't see it. But Luna seemed to be able to see the figure, with a more familiar calm on her familiar face.

It's like saying, it's okay, don't care.

……

On the west coast of Denmark, a tall figure stood on the rocky coast. This figure is as dark, strong and magnificent as the "greed" incarnated by Maka. It has different shapes, but it is almost the same.

The only difference is that he lacks an arm.

Of course, if it's just an arm, it doesn't matter much to him. There won't be too many differences in strength.

Because he is Haier Bo, despicable Haier Bo, he never thinks that pure combat ability is all strength. Even if his fighting ability alone is comparable to that of few people in this era.

However, during this period of time, he only felt very oppressed.

So even though his corpses had spread across the sea from Denmark to Holland, he remained on the coast where he first arrived and did not follow.

He just stands here every day, like a human sculpture, looking at the other end of the sea from a distance.

That's the direction of greed.

The sea in front of him was sparkling and reflected dazzling brilliance against the sun. The scene was wonderful, but it couldn't take away half of his attention. The salty sea breeze blows around day and night. I don't know whether it's cold or warm.

Because he doesn't care.

Now he cares about only two people, one named Marca McLean and the other named Kern.

It is worth mentioning that at the moment, there are still many figures standing beside him, no less than a hundred people. These are the hands he recreated here.

Unfortunately, even if he had so many power reserves, he still couldn't move anything. He could only stand here and look at the opposite continent and wait silently. Because the man disagreed, the lady disagreed.

"Ms. Kern... How long do I have to wait?"

Halber stood in front of the reef and muttered to himself in a gloomy whisper, but his words could not reach Hogwarts castle or where he wanted to go on the other side.

"Damn... McLean."

Haier Bo felt that he hated the inexplicable boy more and more, but now he really had no way to take the other party.

As for the witch Kern... He didn't dare to have any opinion on each other, let alone show any disrespect.

So he had to wait.

The waves beat heavily on the rocks and splashed a lot of water.