"Enns, while I enter London, just stay here and wait! Well... maybe you will think that I have no power to restrict your freedom, but... I still ask you to understand what I am doing. Difficulties. Then, seeing that I am not treating you harshly, remember that no matter what, at least you must not step into the foggy area, do you understand?"
After Maka gave Enns such instructions, she contacted Mr. Blois again and learned that Luna, Hermione and other friends were all well.
After that, under the gaze of many pairs of eyes, Maka decisively walked out of the camp and went straight to the city of London, where the gray fog shrouded it like a mountain.
Enns looked at his back, and for a moment he showed a slightly unworthy expression.
Needless to say, Enns naturally admires Maka's magical power, and even regards her as his life goal. However, Enns has no desire for Maka's current status at all, because if he wants to be in Maka's position, the things he needs to bear are too heavy.
To be honest, Enns has actually repeatedly imagined that if the series of back-ups that Salazar Slytherin left behind are successful... probably, Enns Tavon will also stand out and be popular because of this. Attention. Coupled with the inheritance of the ancestor Slytherin, it is not impossible to become the second "Maka McClain".
However, now that things have happened, although he may be a little sorry for the lives that were sacrificed because of Halbo's rebellion, Enns feels a little lucky that Slytherin's plan failed.
Because he doesn't want to be a big shot with great responsibilities at all.
"Mr. Tavon?"
Hearing the witch in charge of the camp next to him calling him, Enns turned his head and looked at the other person.
"Ma'am, what's wrong?"
"Oh, sorry," the witch shook her head and said, "Nothing... I just saw that you have been standing here for several minutes, so... do you want to go in for a cup of coffee?"
"Has it been this long?"
After Enns heard this, he couldn't help but look outside the gate of the camp again, only to find that Maka's figure had long been swallowed up by the fog in the distance and was completely invisible.
So, he could only nod his head and said:
"Okay! But... Madam, didn't you know there is tea here? I think you know, we British are still more accustomed to drinking tea."
"In England, do even kids your age like to drink tea?"
"Madam, I am no longer young..."
Perhaps it was because Maka did not allow them to enter the foggy area to explore, so in the past two days, the wizards of the Blois family stationed here had nothing to do most of the time.
In other words, except for patrolling the surrounding areas during regular shifts, they are basically free at the moment!
"Mr. Tavon, do you want to play wizard chess?"
"No."
…
Compared with Maka, who was moving cautiously step by step in the fog, the atmosphere at Enns seemed much more relaxed. Although, Enns probably didn't welcome the other party at all.
Of course, for now, as long as Enns doesn't enter this fog at will, this is enough for Maka.
At this moment, Maka was slowly walking forward along this street filled with gray fog, while carefully sensing the fluctuations of magic power around her left and right.
He originally thought that Haierbo would be waiting directly in the city center - and even if he wasn't there, at least those living corpses should be in this area. Therefore, he flew straight here after entering the fog area.
However, when he came to this familiar street in the city center, he found that there was no one there.
Maka continued walking along the street, but because of the fog, he couldn't see very far.
Therefore, he can only rely on his magic sensing ability, which is somewhat wider than his field of vision, or simply rely on past memories to determine where he is and where he should go next.
After Maka walked around the seemingly deserted central London alone but found nothing, he decided to take another trip to the underground black market.
However, just as he was passing by London Bridge and preparing to go to the entrance of the black market on the other side of the Thames, the figure that he was deeply familiar with finally appeared from the other side of the bridge and walked towards him.
"McLean, you seem... in good spirits?"
"Really? But why do I feel so tired all day long recently?"
Maka's tone was a bit unkind. After all, to be honest, he had never had a good impression of Haierboko. Even though this time the other party seemed to be mainly preparing for peace talks on the armistice, Maka didn't feel that the guy on the other side really wanted to stop the war.
Of course, the most important thing is that the opponent's missing arm seems to have not recovered yet. This gave Maka enough confidence to gain the upper hand in words.
The loss of an arm is of course nothing to Haierbo. The key point is that it proves that the trauma on the opponent's soul level has not healed yet - which has a considerable impact on his combat strength.
"Helpo," Maka paused for a moment, and then said loudly to the other side, "I understand your 'invitation', and I have also heard the truce intention you asked Enns to convey. But unfortunately, at least with you Judging from what I have done so far, I cannot agree to the request for an armistice... and I dare not agree to it."
"Oh! McClain, look at what I look like now!" Haierbo said, "What's more, even the things I worked so hard to get have finally fallen into your hands... I must say, I It seems obvious that I am unlikely to take it away from you.”
After Maka heard this, she just curled her lips and said:
"So? Don't tell me you're ready to give up?"
"Why can't you give up?" Haierbo gently spread his remaining hand and looked at Maka and said, "Oh, okay! I know it will be hard for you to believe it just by talking about it, but …McLean, haven’t you received my sincerity yet?”
"Your sincerity?"
Seeing Haierbo suddenly say "sincerity", Maka couldn't help but wonder-Has Haierbo given him any benefits recently? Could it be that it was just a matter of moving the fog from Kent back to London without hurting anyone
If he was really referring to this matter, Maka would have to let his dark bald head bloom today.
Unexpectedly, Haierbo also said with some surprise:
"Yes! My 'sincerity'... Devouring Mirror, has nothing changed on your side?"
When Maka heard this, she was stunned for a moment.