Until Maka forcibly controlled the carriage to fall back to the ground, the rumble of thunder not far away continued. The lightning flashed, illuminating his face as he looked toward the thunderstorm area.
Without Maka continuing to try to draw the thunder, it would definitely be impossible for all the lightning to focus on the two living corpses with just an iron drill. Needless to say, those who failed to escape the minefield had no choice but to resign themselves to their fate.
"...Mr. MacLean?"
It was Safina who spoke. She got off the carriage, looked at Maka's back and called out tentatively.
"I'm sorry, I didn't follow your advice... However, it was precisely because we saw this thunderstorm happening that we wanted to go through it. Ursula was worried that it would hurt many people's lives, so she wanted to Your Excellency, please stop this large-scale lightning attack."
"Impossible," Maka said casually, turning her back to her and looking in the direction of the neighborhood, "Now that it has started, we can only wait until it is over."
"But," Safina said, "Ursula has a snake flute, and Lord Yell will respect her wishes."
However, Maka quickly shook her head again.
"This is not a matter of listening to her wishes," he said. "Once the horned water snake's lightning magic is activated, it will no longer be controlled by it. No matter how you try to persuade it, it will be useless."
Unless external force can be used to dispel the magic of the thunder field, so that it can no longer attract thunder and lightning - this was something Maka could naturally do in the past, but now he has spent a lot of energy just to grasp the balance of the rules and powers in his body. Energy, but there is no spare energy.
Thinking of this, Maka could only put aside this matter for the time being, and finally turned to look at Safina who had taken up position behind her... and the carriage behind her.
"So, your sister...that is, your prophet, is this young lady in the carriage?"
Perhaps feeling a sense of threat from Maka, the maid Ms. Larson, who was sitting in the driver's seat just now, couldn't help but get out of the car, and subconsciously moved towards the door of the car, blocking Maka's path. Between the card and the carriage.
In response, Maka just shrugged.
At this moment, a pleasant voice came from the carriage -
"Hello, Mr. MacLean... I am Ursula, the prophet of this generation of the Geofein family. I would like to express my most sincere apologies for my rude behavior of not being able to talk to you face to face."
"Um?"
After hearing this, Maka quickly waved her hands and said:
"It's nothing... Rather than your appearance, I'm more concerned about what kind of prophecy you made... Of course, maybe I don't necessarily want to know the specific content of the prophecy."
"Thank you for your understanding and tolerance, sir." Ursula said softly in the carriage, "As for the prophecy... I asked Safina to invite you over for discussion, just for this prophecy."
As she was speaking, she paused for a moment before continuing:
"First of all, Sir, you should already know that Haierbo has covered most of the UK with the fog that cannot be blown away. In other words, this disaster has completely begun - maybe it will develop into this situation before it develops. There have been many omens, and there may be some clues that could prevent it from reaching this point. But—"
"Obviously, my prophet bloodline awakened a little late, so I had no chance to try to change anything. And all I can do seems to be to minimize this disaster as much as possible. Just postpone it later.”
Maka listened and couldn't help but nodded.
"This is a very good idea," he said, "I can feel the kindness in your heart... So what? Are you planning to intervene in the development of some events?"
"Yes," Ursula said, "In fact, among the predictions I made, the one thing that concerns me the most is that Herbo suddenly abandoned the occupied Britain and turned to invade other countries. The main character in this prophecy seems to be an old wizard named 'Davidson' and the first heir to the British throne."
"oh?"
Maka couldn't help but be slightly startled when she heard the other party suddenly mention her two "old acquaintances".
"Old Davidson and that prince?"
"That's right," Ursula nodded slightly in the carriage, "According to my prophecy, the succession of the British prince to the throne will trigger further aggression and destruction by Haierbo. As for Mr. Davidson...he is The person who caused this to happen in the first place.”
Maka listened, then raised her eyebrows and said with some surprise:
"How to say?"
"Well," Ursula paused and said, "Actually, Mr. Davidson chose to trade with Haierbo - he used certain 'things' to get back from Haierbo for the prince who lost his country. Most of the UK."
"This is indeed something that guy can do." Maka shook her head and said.
At this time, Ursula continued:
"Therefore, I asked Safina to first contact the King of Norway, whom we are familiar with, on my behalf, and then contact the Queen of England herself through the King of Norway who is good with the Queen of England - I made a deal with her first."
"Let me guess... you want her to abolish the prince's right to the throne and hand over old Davidson by the way?"
After Ursula heard this, she immediately affirmed:
"Although the specific process is somewhat different,... indeed, the result is just as Mr. said."
But in response, Maka smiled noncommittally.
"Your prophecy seems to be very strong," he said calmly, "but I have to say that you seriously underestimated the difficulty of changing the 'predetermined future' - if the predicted disaster can be avoided so easily, then it will still happen. Is it an accurate prophecy?”
On the other side, Ursula could only agree:
"I have already realized this - for example, this attack directly hitting our Lake Mälaren was beyond my expectation. I don't understand why Herbo already attacked us before anything happened. Targeting Davidson, who has nothing to do with him yet?"
Speaking of this, a faint sigh suddenly came from the carriage.
"So I can only infer that... because of my forced intervention, certain events may have happened in advance in a new way."
While Maca and Ursula were having this conversation, Safina on the side did not finish her sentence. And it wasn't until Ursula finally fell silent for a moment that Safina, who heard her sister's sigh, couldn't help but speak:
"Mr. McClain, anyway... can you help us... at least get rid of the two 'demons' who are destroying our hometown? Please help us!"