Chapter 414

It's noon, and the sun is high overhead, bringing people the warmest time of the cold day.

The bright sunshine diffused into the living room from the window and gently fell on the floor with a little dust, leisurely reflecting the soft light.

Along the Hudson River, the natural tranquility is far more than the noise of the city, and there are no towering buildings to block the light. It is indeed a good place to live leisurely.

Abigail and Olivia were busy in the kitchen on the first floor. Some simple and characteristic meals were soon put on the table, but there was still no movement upstairs.

More than four hours have passed since they left the bedroom. During this period, Maka only came out once. After explaining the examination and treatment of Sirius, the door of the room was never opened again.

Now Abigail is very upset. It's lunchtime. Should we call them? Although the treatment must be very important, filling your stomach is also very important, isn't it?

"It's all ready! You can have lunch! I'll call them --" "wait."

Olivia didn't expect to disturb their treatment, or Maka just said "examination and treatment" at that time. Is it always necessary to eat lunch?

"Wait!" Abigail subconsciously stopped Olivia.

However, Maka and Sirius couldn't eat this seemingly good lunch in the end.

Sirius's situation is more serious than Maka imagined. Although it is not helpless, it takes a lot of effort to deal with it.

When the silent attacked Sirius, some energy penetrated into Sirius and continued to erode his own magic so that they were no longer used by Sirius.

Because of this, he will always be in a state similar to the depletion of magic, and even a small floating spell can not be released.

However, if you want to say harvest, there are some.

In fact, after some inspection, Maka confirmed one thing - the strange black fog of the silent person has many similarities with the black gas of the bewitching monument, which can not be summarized by the word "coincidence".

The last time Marca took Voldemort's blow, his situation was quite similar to that of Sirius.

Although it is not exactly the same, the reason is worth studying.

From the examination and treatment of Sirius to the later analysis of the black fog energy, Maka's hands hardly stopped.

Until the sun gradually set in the West and the clouds in the sky dyed the whole field of vision red, the door of the bedroom finally opened.

"Oh - Mr. McLean, you're finally out?"

As soon as Marca came out of the room, she was caught by Olivia who had nothing to do all day.

"How's it going? How's Mr. Black? He has always looked sick since I first found him at the back door of our house. At first, I thought he was bitten by motra rats! You may not know that there are fewer and fewer motra rats in the United States. It's not easy to see a patient bitten by them. I've always wanted to see him Look at the symptoms of fire in your ass...... "

"Ah, if the laws of the United States did not strictly prohibit the private breeding of magical animals, I could bring you two..." Marca smiled and interrupted Olivia's chatter, saying casually, "what do you have to eat?"

"Kitchen, there's --" Olivia cheerfully said. "Abby has been there so that you can eat hot pie at any time... Oh, she won't let me say that."

"Well..." Marca shrugged. "Well, I see. I'll treat it as if I didn't hear anything."

He paused and said sincerely to Olivia: "by the way, I haven't thanked you yet... Thank you for saving Sirius. He is the godfather of a good friend of mine and his only trusted relative. If you hadn't taken him in when he needed help most, their father and son might never see each other again..."

"No, it's okay..." Olivia showed a pure smile and said briskly, "I'm my father's daughter. Our father never abandoned any patient, and so am I. although my ability is not enough to be a real therapist, my principle will never change!"

"Well," Marca nodded at her, "I think you are a real therapist now. The lack of knowledge can be filled with time, but faith and principle often accompany people's life."

He thought, then took out two thick notes from his waist and stuffed them directly into Olivia's hand.

"These are the notes I sorted out when studying the practical application of some magic drugs. Many of them are the treatment records of some famous therapists for various diseases and my analysis of those records. Although the knowledge in them is inevitably a little one-sided, it may be helpful to you."

After that, Marca turned and walked downstairs without waiting for Olivia to say anything more.

The house does not occupy a large area. Downstairs is an integrated hall with a kitchen and living room. When Marca came down the stairs to the living room, she found Abigail dozing on the kitchen table.

Instead of disturbing Abigail, he went to the kitchen and looked left and right.

It seems Olivia is right. Abigail probably wants to bake it when they come down. Although Maka thinks the pie is actually cold, it's still freshly baked in such cold weather.

Since they have been waiting so long, Maka doesn't mean to bother them again. After looking at the material in front of him and considering it for a while, he took out his staff and beat it alone.

"At least it's also a wizard from hutch patch. I don't think I can make a big meal, but baking a pie and so on must be easy?"

However, soon Marca found that she seemed to underestimate the magic about the kitchen. No, to be exact, he underestimated his creativity that day!

"Bang!"

Before long, a flame rose in the kitchen and woke Abigail, who dozed off with his chin.

"Oh -" she turned abruptly, then exclaimed, "Mr. McClane? What are you... What are you doing?"

At this moment, in front of Maka, a huge fireball is floating in the air. The flame in the fireball kept rolling, and the transpiration heat wave came to my face.

"Er..." Maka looked back and smiled awkwardly. "I suddenly wanted to try if I could bake an apple pie if only magic was used."

"Only magic?" Abigail glared. "There's a baking pan and an oven. Why use a flame directly? It's enough to heat the oven with a magic spell?"

"Well... What do you say?" Marca smiled. "It's just a small idea, a small idea!"

"Really..." Abigail looked at the big fireball with a complicated face and said powerlessly, "then, can you tell me what the magic spell is?"

"Well..." Maka thought, "this is the effect formed by controlling magic, but... Well, the premise is to be able to perceive their own magic first. Generally speaking, it is more difficult."

"Do you perceive magic? Do you rely on talent? It's like Yi Rong magus -" Abigail said curiously. "I know that there are a few wizards in the magic world who have some strange magic talents. Is this one of them?"

"Maybe there are such wizards..." Marca explained while maintaining the temperature of the fireball, "but I'm not a talent, but... Do you know the patron saint curse?"

"Ah, I know... It's a very profound spell," Abigail nodded. "Our spell professor said at the beginning that the magic foundation required to cast that spell is far beyond the level of ordinary wizards."

"No, actually, the patron saint mantra is not such a complex mantra," Maka shook her head. "The difficulty of the patron saint mantra is the singing of the mantra, because it needs to pour the purest will into each syllable, which requires quite high concentration and rich imagination."

"The characteristic of the patron saint mantra is the 'happiness' or' protection 'of the caster's heart - both of which are related to the will of others."

"The magic that accompanies the soul of every wizard is essentially a kind of 'will'... Or at least closely related to the will. If you want to feel magic, I think it's a good choice to start with the patron saint curse!"

When Abigail heard some yearning, Maka gently raised her eyebrows, and then waved her magic wand to disperse the fireball.

As the flame dissipated, a round golden dough immediately appeared in their sight.

"What's this..." Abigail looked at the ball blankly and smelled the aroma from the ball. He couldn't help but wonder, "Mr. McLean, don't tell me... This is an apple pie?"

"Cough..." Maka coughed. "You have to listen to me. There's a reason... Because you think that if you want to heat the dough evenly, isn't ball the most reasonable?"

"HMM... really?" Abigail blinked. "Maybe you're right, but this..."

"Don't worry, it's hollow inside, otherwise it's scorched outside and may not be cooked inside." Marca shrugged. "Look! I've still considered a lot."

As he spoke, he waved his staff again, and the funny looking "new spherical apple pie" immediately fell apart and fell on the plate on the table.

After a while, there was a piece of odd pie in the plate on the table, but they didn't look very different from eating the remaining watermelon peel.

"All right!" Maka sighed. "I admit, just looking at the appearance, they really don't look very good."