"Witt, tell me your answer!"
That was still Bano's voice. The old patriarch heard it when he was young and at this age, it was all too familiar. But those familiar words were now controlled by another unfamiliar will, threatening him instead.
Old Werther lowered his eyes in silence and said nothing.
At this moment, the members of the Witte family are a little surprised.
Most of them can understand that the old butler Bano, who was respected by everyone in the past, is probably no longer him. But even if they knew, what should they do
All eyes were focused on the old patriarch, and everyone was waiting to see what kind of response he would make.
"I-" "Mr. Witte."
After a short moment of silence, Old Werther seemed to have made a decision. But before he could say a few more words, Maka suddenly interrupted his next answer.
"Mr. Werther," Maka glanced at Helbo not far away and said calmly, "Isn't it because I'm here that he can threaten you like this? If I say, I was not at your Werther family's house today. Di discovered his existence... Do you think you can assist me?"
He didn't say anything about asking Old Werther to assist him, but there was no need to say it, because everyone present could immediately understand his intention.
"I didn't find it..." Old Werther's lips moved slightly, and he asked attentively, "Are you serious?"
Maka immediately shrugged and said:
"Obviously, I don't need to deceive you on this matter - since he still needs to use coercion to force you to take sides, I feel that there seems to be room for cooperation between us. I believe you also know that in today's British magic World, I can still say a few words!"
His words obviously gave Old Werther a layer of hope.
After all, if you choose to follow Hai Erbo now, it is equivalent to going against the entire magic world. As the head of the family, he was naturally unwilling to do a business like this that was basically harmful to the Witte family.
But just when Old Werther's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found a way out, Halbo spoke again.
"McLean, you used this inducement method well. If I hadn't made enough preparations for this in advance, I'm afraid I would have to retreat first today... "
Haierbo was talking when he suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
"It's a pity," he said, "the only choice the Witte family can choose from the beginning to the end is my side!"
Finally, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a rather charming smile.
And at the next moment, an obvious wave of magic power suddenly swept across the side hall, and the source of the unknown wave seemed to be...
"You destroyed the entrance to the black market?"
Maccay tilted his head slightly, just thinking about it for a moment, and then frowned.
"Is it possible that you want to completely take over this underground black market as your own?"
"snort."
Hearing this, Haierbo immediately chuckled.
"Take it as your own?" He shook his head, as if he heard a funny joke, "Young man, I can only say that some things have passed for too long, too long, so long that you can't even imagine."
Hearing what he said, Maka suddenly realized a possibility.
"You mean... this was your territory?"
After coming up with this guess, Maka couldn't help but think back quickly. Who knew that the more she thought about it, the more likely it was. But there was only one thing that he couldn't figure out, and that was - why did Haierbo choose to settle here
Maka still remembers that Herbo’s hometown was ancient Greece, which was far away from here! Is it just to have a close confrontation with the Big Four of Hogwarts back then
Of course, Haierbo didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that Maka had given the answer himself, he nodded immediately. Judging from his satisfied expression, he seemed to appreciate Maka.
As for whether he really appreciated Maka or was just mocking Maka, it's not clear.
After a while, Haierbo rubbed his forehead again and said indifferently:
"Come to think of it, you also have 'friends' here, right? Isn't it appropriate not to go and say hello to them? Let me see, if you go now, you might be able to bring more people with you. In a while, they will It’s not easy to leave…”
Having said this, Haierbo turned towards the old head of Witte's family again, and the man in his pair of deep pupils suddenly became full of energy.
"You see, I left some time for you, but I also left some space for myself. Otherwise, if you keep wasting it here, I would be in a bit of a dilemma."
Although he was looking at Old Werther when he said this, the person he was talking to was still Maka. It can actually be heard from what he said - he is still wary of Maka's ability, at least in this current state.
Maka listened, and her eyes became much sharper.
He suddenly raised the staff in his right hand, and the cooling rune flashed across the top. And in just such a moment, the temperature in this side hall dropped sharply, and the wizards of the Witte family couldn't help but shiver.
The next second, Maka stared at Haierbo's side face and asked softly:
"Then, if I fuck you now... would you still feel 'embarrassed'?"
"Oh, of course it will be difficult," Haierbo immediately turned his head and looked directly into Maka's eyes and said, "And it will be 'exceptionally' difficult... Because, with this body now, I can't even It may not even be possible to avoid it.”
"It's just that it doesn't mean anything to you or me, does it?"
Maka knew that as far as this sentence was concerned, the other party was indeed right. Haierbo, it is not that difficult to occupy other people's bodies in the state of remnant souls. The key lies in the mental strength of the target.
In other words, his difficulty is that he cannot easily obtain a higher quality body, that's all.
"Aren't you going yet? It will be too late if you wait any longer - then, don't blame me for not leaving you enough time to move 'them'."
Seeing that Maka still didn't move, Haierbo tried to persuade her with a false "good intention".
"... Then 'see you later'."
Maka paused for a moment, then turned around and walked away, leaving behind in everyone's sight a back that was still exuding wisps of cold air.
But when he left, the members of the Werther family, who were initially hostile to him, felt their hearts sink. Because as far as the current situation is concerned, Maka's departure may not be a good thing for the Witte family.
"Well... Werther, you know what?"
Haierbo didn't even look at the old patriarch now. He just looked at the direction Maka left and said to himself:
"To be honest, compared to you incompetent descendants, he is the wizard of this era who has truly embarked on the path of magic. If he is not from Hogwarts..."
Halfway through, Haierbo seemed to have lost interest and waved his hand in confusion.
"Follow me to the second floor of the underground secret room," he couldn't help but say. "When it comes to time, no one has enough time... It's time to prepare some things."
But as he was talking, he walked towards the corridor. Judging from the way he looked, he was probably more familiar with this mansion than anyone in the Witte family.
…
While Haierbo went underground to Werther's house and Maka hurriedly ran to race against time, Miriam and the other three were wandering around near the Thames River.
"You can't get in. Several entrances here are out of order. Where are you over there?"
"Same here."
"The same goes for me over there!"
Under a certain bridge across the Thames River, they each ran from one direction, and the three of them gathered together again. But among the three of them, no one brought back any good news.
"Looking at this situation, someone should have closed the exit on the other side from the black market... or simply destroyed them."
Miriam frowned tightly, feeling a little troubled while talking about her guess. After all, in this way, they will probably not be able to interfere in the affairs of the Witte family in a short period of time.
"Do I need to report it to the boss?" Asa considered it for a moment and couldn't help but ask.
But Miriam shook her head decisively.
"No, the boss said that everything he should tell us has been made clear. After he returns, it will be up to us to judge what we should do and how we should do it... "
Marius on the side was a little surprised when he heard this, because this was the first time he knew that there was someone behind these two people who was in charge of the overall situation.
"Who is the 'boss' you are talking about?"
Not long ago, Marius had already made an unbreakable covenant with Miriam under the auspices of Asaph.
And under the solid confidentiality agreement, he can be regarded as having one foot on Miriam's "thief ship". There are some things that there is no need to keep secret from him.
Of course, the identity of the "boss" is obviously not included in the information open to him.
"You don't need to know yet." Asa dismissed him with just this sentence.
"Anyway, let's try other entrances. There are many entrances to the black market, and they may not all be connected to the exits in the middle of the street... We'll think of a solution while we're searching!"
After Miriam said this, she murmured in a low voice:
"Well, there are anti-Apparition spells on the black market... If I had known, I would have made a portkey first."
Not long after, the three of them spread out again on the barren beach, and each chose a route they had never traveled before to investigate one by one.
At this moment, rain and fog are still floating in the air, covering the earth mistfully.
But the sky was already getting darker. The neon lights on the street shimmered with vague colorful light through the rain curtains, making the world feel a little more psychedelic.
The blossoming black umbrellas in the hands of pedestrians shuttled back and forth among the rain curtains, as if they were silently telling that the upcoming night view of London was still as hazy as usual.