Chapter 809

"Witt, tell me your answer!"

That's still bano's voice. The old owner heard it when he was young. At this age, he can't be more familiar. But it was the familiar voice of words, but now it was controlled by another strange will, which threatened him.

Old Victor hung his eyes silently and said nothing.

At this moment, the members of the Witt family are a little suspicious.

Most of them can understand that Barney, the old housekeeper who used to be respected by everyone, may no longer be him. But even if they know, what should they do?

All eyes gathered on the old owner, and everyone was waiting to see how he would respond.

"I --" Mr. Witt. "

After a short silence, old Witt seemed to have made some decision. But before he could say more words, Maka suddenly interrupted his next answer.

"Mr. Witt," said Marka calmly, glancing at halbo not far away, "isn't it because I'm here that he can threaten you so much? If I say, I haven't found his presence in your Witt family residence today... Do you think you can help me?"

He didn't say he wanted old Witt to help him, but there was no need to say, because everyone present could understand his intention in an instant.

"Didn't find..." old Witt's lips moved slightly and asked, "are you serious?"

Maka immediately shrugged and said:

"Obviously, I don't need to deceive you in this matter - since he still needs to force you to stand in line by means of coercion, I think there seems to be room for cooperation between us. I believe you know that I can still say a few words in today's British magic world!"

His words obviously gave old Witt a layer of hope.

After all, if you choose to follow halbo now, you will be against the whole magic world. Like this kind of business that is basically harmful to the Witt family, as the owner of the family, he is naturally unwilling to do it.

But when old Witt's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found a way out, Haier Bo spoke again.

"McLean, you've really used this inducement. If I hadn't prepared enough for it in advance, I'm afraid I'd have to retreat first today..."

Halber was saying this when he suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

"Unfortunately," he said, "I'm the only one the Witt family can choose from beginning to end!"

Finally, the corners of his mouth were hooked, showing a rather penetrating smile.

At the next moment, an obvious magic wave suddenly swept through the side hall, and the unknown source of the wave seemed to be

"You ruined the entrance to the black market?"

Marcello looked on one side, only a little calculation, and then frowned.

"Is it difficult? Do you want to completely take this underground black market as your own?"

"Hum."

When Haier Bo heard the speech, he immediately chuckled.

"Take it as your own?" he shook his head, as if he had heard a funny joke. "Young man, I can only say that some things have passed for too long, too long for you to imagine."

Listening to him, Maka suddenly realized a possibility.

"You mean... This used to be your territory?"

After having this guess, Maka can't help but push back quickly. Who knows, the more you think, the more likely it is. But the only thing he couldn't figure out was why Haier Bo chose to settle down here?

Maka still remembers that halbo's hometown is ancient Greece, which is far from here! Is it just for close confrontation with the Hogwarts big four?

Of course, Haier Bo didn't know what he was thinking. When he saw Maka, he said the answer, and he immediately nodded. Looking at his satisfied expression, he seemed to appreciate Maka very much.

As for whether he was really appreciating Maka or just satirizing Maka, it was uncertain.

A moment later, halber rubbed his forehead again, not paying much attention to the tunnel:

"I think you have 'friends' here too? Is it appropriate not to say hello to them? Let me see, if you go now, maybe you can take more people away. In a while, they won't be easy to leave..."

Speaking of this, halbo turned to the direction of Witt's old master again, and the people in a pair of deep pupils were suddenly full of spirit.

"You see, I've left you some time. In fact, I've left some space for myself. Otherwise, I'll be a little embarrassed if you spend it here all the time."

When he said this, although he looked at old Witt, the object of conversation was still Marca. In fact, it can be seen from what he said - he is still wary of Maka's ability, at least in his current state.

Maka listened and her eyes became sharp.

He suddenly raised the staff in his right hand, and the cooling Rune flashed at the top. In such a moment, the temperature in this side hall suddenly dropped, and the Wizards of the Witt family could not help shivering.

The next second, Maka stared at halbo's side face and asked softly:

"Well, if I give it to you now... Would you still feel 'embarrassed'?"

"Oh, of course it will be difficult," said halberton, turning his head again and looking directly at Maka's eyes, "and it will be particularly difficult... Because with my body now, I may not even be able to avoid."

"It's just that it doesn't mean anything to you and me, does it?"

Maka knew that in terms of this sentence, the other party was right. It's not very difficult for Haier Bo to occupy other people's bodies in the state of a remnant soul. The key lies in the spiritual strength of the target.

In other words, the difficulty is that he can't easily obtain a high-quality body, that's all.

"Don't you go yet? It's too late - don't blame me for not giving you enough time to transfer 'them'."

Seeing that Maka still didn't move, halbo hypocritically "kindly" advised.

"... I'll see you later."

Maka paused, then turned and walked away, leaving a figure still emitting wisps of cold in everyone's sight.

But when he left, the members of the Witt family, who were hostile to him at first, sank one after another. Because as far as the current situation is concerned, Maka's departure is probably not a good thing for their Witt family.

"Well... Witt, do you know?"

Haier Bo didn't even look at the old owner at the moment. He just looked at the direction Maka left and said:

"To be honest, he is the wizard who really embarks on the road of magic in this era compared with your unearthly descendants. If he is not from Hogwarts..."

Half way through, Haier Bo seemed to lose interest and waved his hand.

"Follow me to the second floor of the basement," he said involuntarily. "Time is never enough for anyone... Some things should be prepared."

But as he spoke, he walked towards the corridor. Looking at him, he was more familiar with the house than the Witt family.

……

When halebo went to the bottom of Witt's house and Maka hurried to compete with time, Miriam and the three were wandering around the Thames.

"I can't get in. Several entrances here have failed. What about you?"

"Me too."

"It's the same with me!"

Under a bridge across the Thames, they ran from one direction, and the three gathered together again. But none of them brought back any good news.

"Looking at this situation, someone should have closed the exports on the other side from the black market... Or simply destroyed them."

Miriam frowned and said her guess, but she was troubled. After all, in this way, they may not be able to intervene in the affairs of the Witt family in a short time.

"Do you need to report to the boss?" ASA thought about it and asked.

But Miriam shook her head decisively.

"No, the boss said that everything he should tell us has been made clear. After he goes back, we have to judge what we should do and how we should do..."

The horse on one side was a little surprised, because it was the first time he knew that there was someone behind the two people who was in charge of the overall situation.

"Who do you call 'boss'... Who is it?"

Not long ago, under the auspices of ASA, Mario settled down with Millie a covenant with an unbreakable curse.

Under the stable confidentiality agreement, he is also a "thief ship" who stepped on Miriam's two people. There are some things that don't need to be kept 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 sent him away with only one sentence.

"In short, let's try other entrances. There are many entrances to the black market, not all of which are connected to the exits in the middle of the street... Find a way while you think about it!"

Miriam said this and muttered in a low voice:

"Well, there is an anti phantom developing spell in the black market... I knew I would make a door key first."

Not long after, the three scattered on the barren beach and chose a route they hadn't traveled to check one by one.

At the moment, rain and fog are still floating in the air, mistily covering the earth.

But the sky is getting dark. The neon lights on the street flicker through the rain curtain, making the world a little more psychedelic.

The black umbrellas in the hands of pedestrians shuttle back and forth in the rain curtain, as if silently telling that the upcoming night scene of London is still hazy as usual.