"...Muriel...where are you? Where are you..."
Under the night, which was getting darker due to the thick fog, a figure walked forward in a trance in the streets. I saw that his steps were frivolous, and he stumbled involuntarily with every step he took, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.
Obviously, this is the Martin who had just lost his beloved to Herbo.
Since leaving the underground black market, he has been wandering the streets of London almost aimlessly. If you just listened to his mumbling, people who didn't know might think that he was looking for someone named "Muriel".
However, he walked very slowly, and with his wandering and lost look, how could he have the slightest intention of looking for someone
"Muriel... where have you been?"
It was as if these were the only words left in Martin's heart.
However, what can he do? He had no idea where Herbo had taken Muriel... No, even if he knew, so what? Could it be that he still had the ability to snatch people back from Haierbo's hands
Therefore, he seemed to be powerless against everything, so he could only walk aimlessly on the streets. He didn't know what else to think about, so he simply thought about nothing. Only the longing for Muriel that he couldn't get rid of was still lingering in his heart.
"Mu Li... uh..."
Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling of nausea arose in his heart, causing him to support the wall on the street with one hand, bend down and retching.
The long-term depression and the pain of losing Muriel seemed to have caused some abnormalities in his body - his retching lasted for a long time, and when he raised his head again, the corners of his mouth were hanging. With a hint of crystal.
However, since he hadn't eaten much for several days, there wasn't even anything in his stomach for him to throw up. His bout of vomiting just now only turned out some acidic water.
Martin leaned against the cold brick wall as if he was out of strength, breathing heavily with difficulty.
But at this moment, another wave of discomfort suddenly drove away the nausea just now and forcibly occupied his heart. And a strange dizziness suddenly appeared in his mind.
It was not an ordinary dizziness, but a strange feeling as if even consciousness had fallen into a fuzzy state. He didn't know what happened to him, but he could vaguely understand that this was definitely not a good sign.
During the confusion, Martin seemed to have thought of something, almost struggling and whispered to himself:
"... It's... Haierbo."
Yes, it was Haierbo - like other apprentices accepted by Haierbo, the so-called "seed of power" was planted in his body.
Once upon a time, this seed rooted in his soul was still his hope, and he looked forward to gaining his own strength from it.
And now, it seems that that seed is finally coming to fruition.
Will you gain any power? Maybe there will be! But the price he has to pay will probably be much greater than he ever imagined.
As the dizziness in his mind became more and more severe, Martin could no longer support the weight of his body even if he was leaning against the wall. He couldn't help but slowly slid down the wall, and gradually collapsed at the base of the wall.
He suddenly began to tremble all over, not because of the cold, but because he needed to use all his strength to resist the increasingly intense dizziness.
He could vaguely feel that if he lost consciousness like this, he might never wake up again.
But at this moment, at the end of this small street where he was alone, there was a sudden sound of slightly messy footsteps.
Who is that? Who is coming? Is it Muriel...or that damn Herbo
Martin, whose consciousness had gradually fallen into chaos, was thinking randomly. He couldn't even realize that Muriel obviously couldn't appear here.
Martin, who was kneeling in the corner, raised his head with difficulty. His eyelids were half drooped. The blurred vision and the ubiquitous gray fog made it impossible for him to see clearly what was ahead.
But with a faint hope, he still tried to prop up his body and staggered towards the direction where the footsteps came from with a more unsteady pace than before.
But at the next moment, a strong green light suddenly aroused his instinctive vigilance. The moment he sensed danger, he immediately wanted to dodge to the side, but his weak legs forced him to take only one step diagonally, and then he fell heavily on the stone paved road.
"boom!"
Just when he lost his footing and fell to the ground, the green arc of light that broke through the air from the mist in front of him suddenly passed by him and landed on the ground behind him.
For a moment, gravel flew in all directions, and many of them hit him.
"Well… "
Although this fall made all the bones in his body hurt, it did not cause him any injuries. Instead, a piece of gravel splashed behind him hit him hard on the head by accident, causing his head to bleed immediately.
However, it was this sudden pain that made his mind temporarily clearer.
"Hiss...who is that?"
Martin stood up again, holding the bleeding back of his head, and finally took out his wand with his other hand. When he discovered that another Killing Curse was coming towards him from the other end of the street, he quickly waved his wand and dragged a flower pot from the street to block the extremely deadly curse.
"Wow-"
With an explosion, the flower pot flying into the air shattered, causing the soil inside to splash all over the floor. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Martin, who had a little understanding of the current situation, immediately waved his wand again and released a rather powerful crushing spell.
"Um?"
After releasing a spell, he noticed that the intensity of his spell was much higher than usual - could this be the power of the seed "gifted" to him by Haierbo
However, the dizziness that continued to impact his willpower continued to remind him that the price he was about to pay might be extraordinary.
At the same time, Martin's crushing curse also passed by the figure in the gray fog.
It wasn't that he had missed his aim, but that the opponent's reactions and actions were unusually quick. He seemed to be running staggeringly, but he easily dodged his attack by just turning to one side.
Seeing the eye-catching green light on the opponent's side once again, Martin hurriedly continued to drag things to block it. But the dangerous spell was blocked, but the other party was getting closer to him.
A few seconds later, the figure finally came within the range of his sight that he could barely see clearly. This slightly familiar figure made him stunned at the time.
It was the short wizard—the dwarf wizard who was also Helbo's apprentice and whom he had met before in the Sleeping Dragon Bar in the black market!
"You... stop!"
Martin saw clearly who the other party was, and also saw that the other party should have seen his side clearly. But it was obvious that the other party had no intention of stopping at all, because the familiar green light once again bloomed with a frightening brilliance on the wand in the other party's hand.
"… damn it."
Martin had no strength to dodge now, and the two sides were so close, it was already too late for him to try his old trick again and drag something from the side to resist.
However, he obviously didn't want to die at all.
To be honest, when he just lost Muriel, he really thought about dying.
Because at that time, he suddenly realized that not only was it difficult for him to get his beloved woman back, but even the hope of following Haierbo in doing things had been completely wiped out by Haierbo's ruthlessness.
Not only that, in order to help Helbo, he also had irreparable conflicts with the Ministry of Magic, his alma mater Hogwarts, and Namaka McLean.
After losing everything and finally becoming a loner, what's the point of living in this world
However, Muriel might not be dead after all. In order to at least see her again... yes, even if it was just for the last time, Martin didn't want to die so meaninglessly.
Maybe in this life, he has become a complete loser, but he is really unwilling to do so. Even if it was just a struggle at the end, he still had to hold on for a while.
The next second, the tip of Martin's wand also lit up with a pale green light, and he cast the killing curse almost at the same time as the dwarf wizard opposite who looked like a mad beast.
"Avada Kedavra-"
Suddenly, two rays of green lightning crossed each other on the street. At that moment, he felt as if the time in the whole world had slowed down.
He could even see that the two green arcs of light that should have been extremely fast were advancing inch by inch. While the two were passing each other, they were also slightly entangled and deflected due to the impact of the high-speed movement of magic power.
But at the end, seeing the green light getting closer and closer to his body, Martin gritted his teeth and widened his eyes.
Is it still a little worse
After all, he was one step behind the opponent. Even if he had some extraordinary performance at the last moment of life and death, it was still not enough to make up for the gap in reality.
However, at the moment when the other party's death curse was about to touch his chest, the unmoving fog that filled the street suddenly contracted and flowed, and suddenly formed a gray-black line of light one inch in front of Martin. Mist swirl.
And then—
"Bang!"
Martin and the crazy dwarf wizard were both thrown backwards by the force of the Death Curse, and slid for a distance on the stone road before they came to a halt.
There was a moment of dead silence, and both parties fell to the ground as if they were dead, making no sound. It wasn't until several minutes passed that Martin's fingers twitched slightly.
"Cough... cough... I'm... still alive?"
He opened his eyes with great difficulty, looking at the fog that had long since returned to calm, a strange feeling emerged in his heart.