This is Ursula's first time in the ancient city of Winchester.
But it was obvious that she had rarely left home since she was injured as a child. Not to mention England, even the nearby Muggle town could not recognize all the roads. It wasn't until the prophet's bloodline awakened that she left the hometown where she grew up because of a certain sense of mission. She has traveled to more places recently than she had ever visited in her nearly twenty years of life.
However, the style of the ancient city of Winchester is indeed very rare. Even if the city is filled with annoying gray fog, the sense of historical vicissitudes of this ancient city still cannot stop invading the area within sight. When exposed, it makes people feel endless aftertaste.
Ursula was held in the arms of the handsome doll. While she was secretly enduring the dull pain in her lower back caused by the long-term bumps, she still couldn't help but lift her hood slightly and silently looked around.
It can be found that it seemed to have rained near here last night, and the roads in the streets and alleys were damp.
Perhaps it is because the roads in this ancient city have experienced too much wind, frost, rain, snow, and people and horses. Even if there are traces of repairs, there are still potholes everywhere. Now that it has rained, water has accumulated in those sunken areas, making it look even more obvious.
"Miss Hohenheim, your shoes are all wet."
While she was secretly glad that she didn't have to wade through the water in this place, Ursula couldn't help but kindly remind the other party that before setting off here, the lady who could control the puppets finally told her her name. .
In fact, although Ursula was kidnapped by the other party, during her time with the other party, she always felt that the other party was not a "bad person", but seemed to be quite easy to talk to.
Because of this, she was no longer as wary of the other party as she was at the beginning.
"Yes, it's already wet," Sarah nodded, "but that's okay, walking in puddles is quite fun."
"Yeah?"
Ursula, who was still a little lucky at first, felt a little envious for some reason.
"Well, it does seem interesting."
After finishing her words, Ursula sighed to herself, and then she turned to:
"Miss Hohenheim, are we... already there?"
"Oh, yes! It's almost done," Sarah nodded. "The ancient city of Winchester is where we are coming. The person who asked me to pick you up is waiting here."
"Here?" Upon hearing this, Ursula couldn't help but knock around again, and then asked with some confusion, "Where is it?"
This is indeed a place with a long history and full of charm. It is good to visit occasionally and taste the glory of England. But to say that living here... is a bit strange, not to mention it is now a time when everything is full of crises.
But when Ursula was confused for a while, she heard Sarah say:
"Where? I don't know—he never mentioned it to me."
Just as she said this, Sarah suddenly stopped, and when the water splashed, she paused there motionless. Therefore, the puppet holding Ursula and following him naturally stopped moving forward and waited silently.
When Ursula saw this, she didn't dare to say anything more, because the other party obviously suddenly noticed something.
After waiting for a while, Sarah nodded slightly and said:
"It looks like someone is coming to pick us up."
"Isn't it a living corpse?" Ursula said worriedly.
"I guess not," Sarah shook her head, "Didn't you notice? There hasn't been a living corpse in this ancient city until now - think about it on the way to Winchester! Every few steps You can meet a group of them just walking. Compared to here, it is like hell. I think this place must have been cleaned up."
As soon as she said these words, Ursula suddenly saw two wizards coming out of the mist in front of her.
The next moment, both parties stopped in place and looked at each other.
"Are you Mr. MacLean's people?"
Sarah asked, but received no response - to be honest, compared to the alchemy dolls she made, these two people felt more like "dolls" to them.
"Let me ask you, are they Mr. Maka McClain's men? He asked me to come over to him—"
"Miss Hohenheim, I think they might not answer you..." Ursula was about to persuade Sarah not to waste any more words, but soon she was stunned for a moment, "Wait... Mr. MacLean? Is it MacLean?" Sir asked you to bring me here?"
She asked rather belatedly, but before she could ask further, she saw the two stern-faced wizards in front of them suddenly turned sideways and extended their hands to invite them, and then turned around and walked back.
When Sarah saw her, she no longer bothered to talk to Ursula, and hurriedly followed her, controlling her body again.
Soon, as the road ahead became smoother and wider, the ancient buildings on the roadside gradually became taller.
Finally, the two wizards who were leading the way suddenly stopped in front of a tall church door, then stepped forward and opened the door wordlessly.
"Squeak-"
The heavy wooden door gradually opened, making a teeth-searing sound.
After the two opened the door, they looked back at Sarah and Ursula, and then walked in one after another. When Sarah saw it, she immediately hurried forward again.
This is a very large church, with a sense of heaviness everywhere, and at the same time, the brick and stone walls always give people a cold and gloomy illusion. But these two feelings are intertwined, but there is no sense of contradiction.
When Sarah and Ursula entered the church, they followed each other and turned around and walked out from the side door and passed through a long corridor. When they suddenly realized that they seemed to have crossed some barrier, a wooden door suddenly appeared in front of them. in front of their eyes.
The next moment, the door opened again, and a prayer hall no smaller than the previous church finally came into their sight.
The bright flames danced high up, radiating the light in all directions, dispersing the fog that also lingered in the hall to a certain extent.
"Sarah, you're here."
Just when Ursula's attention was attracted by the light ball, a familiar voice made her quickly move her eyes to the front of the hall.
It was a familiar back figure, right in the middle of the deep hall. The bright light could not drive away the fog, so that it was difficult to see clearly from such a distance.
"Is it... Mr. MacLean?" Ursula couldn't help but ask.
"Well, Miss Geofine... we meet again."