This year's Valentine's Day, Maka spent it with Willy.
Well, to be exact, he spent most of the day with Willy's blood samples. As for Willie himself, he basically had no time to disturb her.
This time, Willy's examination went surprisingly smoothly. After some testing on the so-called "curse" yesterday, he quickly discovered an abnormality in the blood—it contained an extremely secretive magic wave.
If he hadn't had the intention to sense it carefully this time, even with his sensitivity to magic power fluctuations, it would have been difficult to detect it.
Anyway, it's always nice to find the key so quickly. Thanks to this discovery, Maca has a more targeted research direction, and Willie has taken a solid first step towards getting rid of this family's genetic "curse".
It was already dusk, but Maca was still concentrating on analysis in the research room provided by Willy's father. The blood sample check list obtained through various magic testing reagents and the assistance of magic spells was placed in his hand, and a large stack of draft paper in front of him was already filled with various symbols and data.
This may sound similar to the blood test in Muggle hospitals, but in fact, the testing process of only analyzing the magic reaction of blood samples is much more confusing.
In fact, this is of course, after all, magic is usually something on the spiritual level, and nothing unusual can be found through physical inspection alone.
At this moment, the blood sample in the test tube had turned into a strange viscous substance exuding various fluorescent particles. Each of the color particles corresponds to a targeted reagent test. Even the most advanced alchemy instruments may not be able to fully analyze the chaotic magic power fluctuations alone.
But Maka relied on his own ability to refine his sense of magic fluctuations to an astonishing degree. If he were far away, he might not be able to compare with those alchemy tools, but close range would allow him to maximize his abilities, making it perfect for research.
But even so, if you want to study what this "blood curse" that is only reflected in the blood is, it is impossible to draw valuable conclusions based on data alone.
"...At first I thought I had discovered something extraordinary, but now it seems that this thing has nothing to do with the Bewitching Monument or the ancient magic mirror?"
He sat at the table in the middle of the research room, tapping the tip of his quill gently on the draft paper, with a deep look in his bloodshot eyes.
In fact, as soon as he sensed the secret fluctuation in the blood, the feeling of déjà vu became extremely strong. At that time, he almost made a conjecture - this curse should have some unknown connection with the Bewitching Monument and the ancient magic mirror.
Yes, thinking back, all three are things that can cause terrible disasters, which provides another piece of powerful side evidence.
But after he spent most of a day conducting comparisons and verifications, he reluctantly discovered the fact that the three did not seem to have that many connections at all. From the nature of magic to the effectiveness, it could only be said that they seemed to have some connection. There are similarities, but they are actually completely different.
"Is this a waste of time?"
Maka threw the quill in her hand into the ink bottle, leaned hard on the back of the cushioned chair, and pinched her forehead to relieve her fatigue.
In fact, he already had a considerable understanding of the Bewitching Monument and the ancient magic mirror. What the former shows is attachment and corrosive influence on the soul, and the final goal is to completely control the soul; while the latter simply sucks and swallows it, showing a vicious glutton from beginning to end. posture.
As for the blood curse on Willy, judging from the effect it exerted underground last time, it seems to have some effect on other people's sanity. If I have to make a comparison, it may be more similar to the Confusion Curse than the Bewitching Monument and the Ancient Mirror.
Of course, in terms of intensity and range, the two are not of the same order of magnitude!
"No wonder Mr. Blois wants to find someone to transform Willy's bloodline." Maka picked up the test form next to her, shook it gently, and made a soft clatter, "But before the real reason is found, the light Relying on bloodline transformation may not necessarily lead to a sure and effective result... "
No matter how powerful a wizard's bloodline transformation technology is, the process of transformation will still contain various unpredictable dangers. This is a magical research in which risks and opportunities coexist. In the modern magical world, transforming biological bloodlines has long been banned by the International Federation of Wizards, and it is precisely for this reason.
In history, Merlin was an extremely famous bloodline transformation master, but didn't his many transformation failures leave indelible stains in his glorious life
Macca did not dare to take risks when carrying out bloodline transformation on Willy. For him, this was completely different from doing it on Aragog, the Acromantula.
Even Maka may not have a high bottom line in terms of ethics, but there are enough reasons for him to be extremely cautious when it comes to the relationship between knowing and knowing Willy.
He thought for a moment more, and finally shook his head, stood up, walked around several experimental tables filled with test tubes, flasks, and crucibles, and walked slowly toward the door.
After a long period of research, without much breakthrough progress, he decided to go for a walk and refresh his thinking that had been solidified by a large amount of data and theories.
When he pushed open the door of the laboratory, a dazzling sunset enveloped his whole body from the window hole in the corridor opposite, which immediately relaxed his tense nerves.
"Mr. MacLean, are you out? Do you need some snacks and tea first?"
Yes, Willy's father took very good care of Maka, and even provided him with two maids. It could be said that he could only open his mouth and stretch out his hands when food came. In fact, if Maka hadn't declined once, Mr. Blois would have had twice as many people as he wanted to allocate.
"No, no need." Maka smiled and shook her head at one of the maids standing by the door, "I told you, you don't need to stand here all the time, why don't you go in and sit for a while? "
"No, how can this be done?" The other party immediately said seriously, "The head of the family has ordered that no one can disturb you when you are conducting research - not even the head of the family himself. Our mission is to do it for you If you block all interference factors, how can you make mistakes yourself?”
"Actually, my anti-interference ability has always been good," Maka smiled and waved her hand, "Okay! You can do whatever you want, I won't make it difficult for you... Now, take me to your lady's place! You can also take a walk on the way.”
"Okay, sir." The two maids immediately responded in unison.
The overall space of the laboratory in Blois Castle is not small, and the place where Maca was just now was just one of them. This laboratory is located on the innermost side of the south side of Blois Castle. Coming out of the corridor is the large square in the center of the castle. It is approaching sunset, and the setting sun is particularly bright.
The tower where Willy lived was located diagonally across the square on the other side, not too far away. Uh... I mean - if you don't count the width of the square.
As a castle consisting of buildings on four sides, the castle square in the center is surprisingly wide, and it is too big to be used as a Quidditch stadium.
Maka paced behind in the empty square, bathing in the slightly warm sunset, and couldn't help but feel comfortable for a while. He took a walk and followed the maid who led the way to the foot of Willy's tower.
"Mr. McLean, are you here to see Miss?"
Before entering the gate on the ground floor of the tower, Maka was stopped by a guard guarding the door.
"That's right," Maka paused and thought for a moment, "It's Willy. Isn't she here?"
Hearing this, the other party nodded calmly: "Yes, Miss went to the greenhouse. If Sir wants to find her, you can go there and have a look."
"Greenhouse?" Maka asked doubtfully, "I remember, when I came here a few years ago, there was no greenhouse here, right?"
As he noticed, there was no greenhouse in the old Chateau Blois. It was renovated by Mr. Blois last year in response to his daughter's hobby.
"Oh, yes," replied the guard, "it was built just last year."
"Sir, if you want to go to the greenhouse, please go this way -" the maid next to Maka reacted quickly and whispered immediately after realizing that Maka was probably going to go there.
"Well, please show me the way."
After nodding at the guard, he walked to the southeast of the square under the leadership of the maid.
The greenhouse was naturally easy to identify. Before long, Maka saw a curved greenhouse made of transparent partitions from a distance. The lush green inside could be seen from the outside.
And right in the middle of the greenhouse, a small figure with long silver-white hair was standing by the table and seemed to be repotting several plants. She held a small shovel in her hand and turned over the soil skillfully. Although her profile was still expressionless, Maka could feel that her interest was very high.
Speaking of which, she seemed quite happy that Maka was staying at her home. She has had no friends since she was a child, but now she has Maka. This sense of stability and peace of mind is something she has rarely experienced until now.
"Willie?"
Maka pushed open the greenhouse door and shouted.