Nearly two hours have passed since the original.
In the room, the faint blue light was still rippling silently, making people feel as if they were on the deep seabed. If you stay there for a long time, you will even feel like you are wandering leisurely.
To be honest, this feeling is actually not that great. People who are prone to seasickness may start to feel bloated and nauseous at this moment.
Fortunately, Maka, who has lived in a port town since childhood, does not hate such an environment. What's more, when you are concentrating on observing and thinking, it is easy to ignore the outside world to a certain extent.
For the past two hours, Maka had been staring at the Devouring Mirror, contemplating without any distractions, and did not pay attention to such insignificant things to him.
Although...up to now, he hasn't figured out anything yet.
"How should I put it... Is he worthy of being 'that ancient dark wizard Haierbo'?"
In fact, Maka has conducted research on Horcruxes more than once - he had studied almost every one of Voldemort's Horcruxes very carefully, including even Harry, a very special "humanoid" Horcrux".
If it was a little exaggerated, as long as he spent more time and energy on experiments, he might be able to make himself a Horcrux to play with!
However, when Maka also conducted several studies on the Devouring Mirror, he soon realized that the difference between Haierbo's Horcrux and Voldemort's Horcrux was as different as a work of art and a children's toy. So huge.
Moreover, this is by no means the difference between the Devouring Mirror and the diary, which are used as Horcrux materials, but the huge difference between the makers themselves.
This was the case, so it was strange that Maka couldn't help but sigh like that.
"...horcruxes...killing...tearing souls apart...sin..."
Just when Maka was staring at the mirror, planning to review her thoughts from the beginning again, starting from the principles of making Horcruxes. The movement of Alexander leaving Enns' room below, and the approach of another familiar magic source outside the tower door, finally made Maka slightly distracted.
"Alexander is going back? And... that should be Mr. Butler, right? Is there any new information?"
As Maka muttered, his eyes subconsciously lowered his head and moved to the floor - what he was looking at was the direction in which the old housekeeper was walking towards the tower door step by step.
However, at the moment when Maka's attention was slightly distracted... he didn't notice that his silhouette slowly appeared in the mirror that he had been staring at for two hours.
The effect of "Maca" on the mirror is very vague, faint and translucent. Coupled with the chaotic fog that is constantly flowing like a vortex in the mirror, it is difficult to see clearly if you don't look carefully.
However, since the posture of "Maka" is exactly the same as the real Maka, it is easy for people to see that it is indeed the mirror image of Maka.
And just when Maka lowered his head slightly, debating whether to put away the Devouring Mirror and take a look, the "Maka" in the mirror actually started to move on its own.
Little by little, "it" lifted its right hand that was resting on the floor, and gradually stretched it toward its waist, as if it was trying to take something out of the leather bag.
Judging from the cautious appearance, it seems as if "it" also knows that its "body" is very sensitive and does not dare to make too big a move at all.
However, just as the "Maka" in the mirror had successfully put her hand into the bag, the real Maka outside the mirror suddenly raised her head.
"Um?"
He looked at the mirror with some confusion, but saw that it was still the same as the previous two hours, hazy and nothing existed there.
In fact, Maka didn't really notice anything before he suddenly looked up. He just felt a little strange inexplicably. It was the sense of disobedience that came from nowhere that made him suddenly raise his head and look at the Devouring Mirror in the room where there was most likely to be some abnormal phenomenon.
But unfortunately, he didn't see anything.
"Is it possible that even if such a strict barrier is set up, Haierbo can still transmit feelings to the Horcrux through the connection between the soul fragments?"
Thinking like this, Maka glanced into the deep and chaotic mirror again, and then put the Devouring Mirror away again.
Because at this time, the old housekeeper was already knocking on the door.
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"Enns, I'll leave first. I'll come back after lunch to see if Professor MacLean can let me come up to accompany you."
"No, you'd better not come - I'm upset when I see you now!"
Listening to Enns's straightforward rejection while lying on the bed, Alexander just shrugged, obviously not taking the words to heart at all.
"Okay, see you in the afternoon anyway!"
Before he finished speaking, he closed the door with a bang without waiting for Enns to reply.
"Oh! What a dishonest young man."
Alexander said something so loudly outside the door, and then ran downstairs, leaving Enns in the room extremely annoyed and smashing the pillow on the door.
Not long after, Alexander, who had just returned to the living room downstairs, heard three sudden knocks on the door.
"Well?"
He stood by the stairs and subconsciously glanced back and forth in the living room, but did not find Maka.
"Professor? Professor MacLean?"
After shouting twice, no one responded, and there were three more knocks on the door, so Alexander had to walk to the door on his own.
"Hey, please wait a moment, I'm going to—"
However, just when Alexander walked to the door and was about to reach for the doorknob, he suddenly stopped opening the door.
"Uh... I'm sorry, who is outside? Professor MacLean... doesn't seem to be here right now. I'm a little unsure whether I should open the door for you?"
Probably because he thought of what he heard from Enns before, Alexander couldn't help but hesitate. After all, although Maka didn't stop him when he came to visit Enns, he didn't seem to let people in so easily on his own initiative, right
"Oh? Is that Mr. Wolfe inside? You should remember that I am the butler of the Blois family... Of course, please don't be embarrassed, Mr. Wolfe. If Mr. MacLean is not here, you don't have to give me anything. I’ve opened the door—I’ll just wait outside.”
"Ah? Are you Mr. Butler? Well, it seems inappropriate to ask you to wait outside..."
Alexander was hesitating when suddenly he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him.
"It's really not good to let the old butler wait outside - Alexander, please open the door quickly!"