Outlined by the rattan on the ground is the pattern of a dagger.
The unique one-eye carving on the handle and the slightly curved double-edged short blade all correspond to each other in Maka's memory.
Yes, Maka once even held this blade that looked like an Arabian dagger tightly under Rowena's guidance. It was because of this dagger that Maka could only live in a cold world for a long time.
"'The Sin of Jealousy'?" Maka's expression became a little serious.
Regarding the so-called "sin", he had some unclear inferences before.
Things like the Bewitched Monument, the Sword of Gryffindor, and the mysterious floor-length mirror carved in the tomb of the despicable Herbo... and maybe the cursed bloodline of the Blois family - they all seem to cause... A disaster of enormous proportions.
In this regard, it is no exaggeration to call them the source of evil.
Thinking about it this way, as someone who had personally experienced the dagger, Maka suddenly felt that it was not too much to include it among them.
The person holding that curved dagger will inevitably be blocked from normal emotions and emotions. The dagger is a weapon. If you don't need to return it, that's it. But once you use it...
Maka still vaguely remembers the feeling of listening to the wail of the soul of the deceased when the assassin he possessed finally succeeded in assassinating him.
It was undoubtedly a very strange pleasure.
That pleasure will be particularly impressive when the person involved is in a state of complete emotional loss. People who are weak-minded will most likely fall into a cycle of killing from then on.
"Jealous...?" Maka nodded secretly, "It seems that my new version of "The Book of Sin" can add some content..."
Just as he was secretly paying attention, the large forest fairy who had finished drawing the pattern looked up again. Her crystal eyes looked directly at him, seemingly charming yet natural.
"Human, do you seem to know something about this crime?"
Maka did know something, and according to his guess, the dagger probably did not appear again.
Even he himself, at that time, was just entering a certain memory under Rowena's magic... Or, it was simply a simulated spiritual world.
Otherwise, judging from the characteristics of that dagger, the Muggle world will most likely be the first to suffer. No matter what, a serial killer who has appeared a long time ago will definitely not be able to escape.
He pointed at the pattern on the ground and made a sleeping gesture towards the other person, indicating that the thing was probably still sleeping in a corner somewhere!
After understanding what Maka wanted to express, the half-human-tall "Great Fairy" was obviously relieved. When Maka saw this, she couldn't help but feel moved. After pointing at the pattern on the ground again, she pointed at the other party again with confusion.
Obviously, this ancient species that suddenly appeared has some kind of unique blood inheritance talent, and can actually pass some information to future generations.
It was rare to meet someone who seemed to know a lot, so Maka naturally wanted to ask more questions.
Although communication is very limited due to language incompatibility, Maka is still willing to put in more effort if she can get some more clues and origins about the "sin".
"What does it have to do with me...? Do you... really want to know?" The other party hesitated for a moment, seeming to be a little apprehensive, "That is 'sin', a terrible power... it will bring endless disasters. .”
"Those who hold that share of sin will annihilate all good and evil natures. Only when the sharp blade of sin tastes the soul, will it give the holder boundless pleasure. It is the soul that it envies, it humiliates the soul, it What you are chewing is the soul... The more pure and beautiful the soul is, the more it will be attracted to you."
"The blood flowing in my body tells me that I should stay away from it...walk away far away. If it is still causing disasters, I must leave the seeds of inheritance as soon as possible, let her bury it deep underground, and continue to wait for the next time Flowers bloom…”
The thoughts she conveyed to Maka's mind were slightly interrupted at this moment. A kind of heartfelt fear echoed in Maka's consciousness. There was no detailed content, just a kind of fear.
"The descendants of our tree of life cannot wither away! This is the only responsibility I have to bear in this life."
At this point, Maka really wanted to ask her - couldn't she be more detailed about the dagger
But the other party probably didn't understand it very specifically, because in Maka's expectant eyes, the other party just shook his head slightly.
"Human, what is this place? Can I take root and grow here?"
Asking yourself whether you can "put down roots" here is truly unheard of. Maka subconsciously glanced to the side, only to find that the actual residents of this island were still lying on the ground!
He then thought about it, and suddenly he had a plan in mind - if he wanted to blame me, I would blame him for choosing to talk to me!
"Lark, get up! Your ancestor's friend is going to live here," Maka greeted, "I will give this island to her... As for you, just come with me!"
Old Luck suddenly raised his head, first glanced at the new "Great Fairy", and then looked at Maka.
"Feirui wants us to follow you?" Old Luck asked doubtfully, "Did Mr. Ferry talk to you?"
"Yes, through thought." Maka pointed to her head.
"Then why doesn't Mr. Fei Rui talk to the elf?" Lao Lak hesitated and looked at the enlarged version of the fairy again, "And why do you want the elf to go with you?"
"In order to complete... well, the task assigned to us by Sir Fei Rui," Maka said, pointing to the pattern on the ground, and said seriously, "Did you see it? That is the source of a disaster, and it is the cause of Sir Fei Rui. The source of evil that fell into slumber! Although this evil has disappeared again, other evils continue to spread in this world... "
"We must stop the sources of evil that are corroding the world, otherwise..." At this point, Maka glanced out of the corner of her eyes and an idea came to her in an instant, "Otherwise, the beautiful nature that we rely on for survival will be completely destroyed by them. Destroy, do you understand?"
Maka is very familiar with this kind of smooth flow. He was not wrong, because now, the so-called "evil" is indeed ready to take action again.
The Monument of Bewitchment tied to Voldemort was like a bomb that would explode from time to time. And according to Trelawney's prophecy, Greenwald seems to be involved.
As for whether that has anything to do with the "Fei Rui" in Lao Lak's mouth, that's not sure.
"...Is this really the case?" Old Luck still didn't seem to believe it. "Young wizard, I feel a trace of falsehood in your words!"
"of course it's true."
Maka nodded solemnly towards Lao Lak, then turned her head to the "Great Fairy" who was standing by and nodded to her.
"That's right, right?" Maka said deliberately even though she knew others wouldn't understand.
"Can I really take root here?" In this way, a beautiful misunderstanding occurred so easily, "Thank you very much for your help... It is really wonderful to meet such a kind human being like you when I was just born. My luck."
While conveying her thoughts, she nodded towards him, obviously showing her goodwill. When Lao Lak also looked towards her following Maka's words, she also nodded slightly to Lao Lak.
"I think I should also thank you for your help."
When such an idea echoed in Lao Lak's mind, he leaned down again as if flattered - his ancestor's friend spoke to him! Even just one sentence made him feel extremely surprised.
"No, Lao Lak doesn't dare to accept Fei Rui's gratitude. This is Lao Lak... No, it's the honor of the elf family! We will do our best to complete the task you entrusted to us! This is the elf's life-long promise !”
"Then let's go quickly! Don't delay Lord Fei Rui from settling down here -" Macadang urged, "Come on! I already have some clues about the mission. I believe you will be able to settle down for this agreement soon." 'Trying my best'."
After signaling to the novel ancient species again, Maka walked outside with Lao Lark, who was full of excitement, and a group of elves who were also full of enthusiasm.
Different from the difficulty when they came, now when they left here, those vines automatically made way for them. Not long after, they met other elves waiting outside.
While Lao Lak was walking and explaining to the tribesmen, Maka looked thoughtfully between them and the surrounding green mist.
It seems that these green miasmas are not poisonous mist, but have other functions. Otherwise, just looking at the concentration of these miasmas, even if those little elves are not poisoned to death, they will never react at all.
"If it's not poisonous gas... maybe it has something to do with that powerful regeneration ability?"
Because he was a little curious, he habitually took out an empty large potion bottle and put a bottle of green mist in it, intending to take it back and study it when he had time.
Soon, after Maka and the elf left the area where the vines spread, they apparated back to the magic tower in the center of the island. Needless to say, Maka's first thing was to make sure Luna and Hermione were safe.
When he saw the two girls lying at the lookout on the top of the tower, looking worriedly at the north of the island, his heart, which had been half-suspended, finally settled down a little.
At this moment, the large number of vines in the distance that were still waving in the air, causing the tower to generate a repulsive halo again and again, suddenly retracted into the jungle. With another slight vibration under my feet, a new round of "rooting movement" seemed to have begun.