“…… Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

Maca walks with a group of elves in an area made of countless vines, keeping an eye on her surroundings. Most of the spiky vines were ready to move, but they had to stay out of the way of the flames in front of Maca.

As she continued to move towards the target in her senses, Maca faintly heard a near-inaudible sound. It's as if there's a heart beating, beating like a regular drum.

After listening to Maca several times, she realized that the heartbeat did not seem to be a real sound. He couldn't find the source of the sound, as if it were coming from all the vines around him, and as if it were coming from his own head.

Not long after walking, Maca's footsteps were stunned, and then she sped up a few points again. Just now, he felt the flow of magic in the air suddenly decrease, and it seemed that it was about to stop.

There's only one reason for this - the thing's body no longer absorbs the magic that is free of air.

Maca immediately hurried a few steps, and when he noticed a hole suddenly crack in the middle of the vines in front of him, he knew that he had arrived at the place.

In the middle of this area of vines, there is a hemispherical space.

The place was not large, about a dozen paces in diameter, as if there was a large transparent bowl buckled here, and the vines did not continue to spread into it.

And in the middle of this small clearing, a half-man-tall bud broke through the ground, and just quietly took root there, not moving.

In this green bud, Maca can clearly feel the abundant magic it contains. And the sound of his heartbeat that he had "heard" before was unusually clear here.

Maca was sure that he had never heard of the plant. There is not the slightest mention of it in modern magic books or in some related ancient texts.

Of course, there are similarities, such as the ancient magic plant known as the "Flower of the World", which usually uses the volley of vines and the shot of spikes to remove enemies. But the reason why it is called the "flower of the world" is because of the incredible size, which is obviously beyond the reach of this small bud in front of you.

"So small?" Maca frowned slightly.

In his mind, the continuous heartbeat continued, and it would make people feel a little irritated after listening to it for a long time. Aside from this slight sense of annoyance, Maca stared at the bud and looked at it carefully.

"Destroy it, and it should be fine......"

As he spoke, Old Luck wanted to reach out and release his magic, but was stopped by Maca on the side.

"Wait." Maca stretched out her arm in front of old Lack, but her eyes looked at the bud for a moment, "There is movement...... Did you hear that? ”

“…… What the? ”

When Old Luck heard this, he listened for a moment, but found nothing.

Seeing that he didn't seem to hear, Maca looked at the other elves again, and realized that only she seemed to be able to hear. Yes, from the moment when Old Luck raised his hand to destroy the bud, he heard an unusually faint voice.

The voice was very faint, mixed with the sound of a non-stop heartbeat, which seemed even more faint.

But Marka believed she had heard correctly.

After a moment's thought, he let go of the use of the Occlumency technique, and then the voice became much clearer. Although there were still some intermittent moments, at least the obstacles that hindered the transmission of the idea were temporarily removed.

“…… No...... Don't hurt me...... I didn't...... Please ......"

A childish voice sounded in his ears, crisp and pleasant.

Maca was sure she hadn't heard that language, let alone understood it. The language was so different from anything he knew of it, and some syllables weren't even human-sounding.

But somehow, he could understand the general meaning.

As the voice sounded in his head, a faint pleading came to Maca's consciousness at the same time.

There is no doubt that this is a higher level of spiritual magic than the Celestial Magic.

If a wizard is reading a foreigner who does not understand the language, then the wizard will inevitably fall into the dilemma of not being able to understand the other person's language while reviewing the other person's memory.

And the owner of the voice that Maca heard was not only able to achieve an effect similar to the reverse application of the Dementor Mind Technique, but even reached the level of the mind while conveying the will.

Maca vaguely remembered that Newt Scamander's rare talent for communicating with magical creatures could barely reach this level.

Truth be told, he was very curious about this kind of magic, because it was undoubtedly very practical.

"Can you hear what I'm saying?"

Maca thought about this sentence in her mind repeatedly, but the other party did not react. If it weren't for the other party not wanting to pay attention, it would probably be impossible to hear his heart.

At this moment, the bud suddenly swelled, and after the heartbeat suddenly "banged" and increased the frequency, the green skin of the bud silently turned outward.

Layer after layer, the calyx soon became a base holding the bones, and the slightly curled pink petals stretched one after another, as if they were about to open at this moment, without any hesitation.

Old Luck and the other elves suddenly became nervous, but under Maca's stop, they finally barely held back and didn't move.

When the last petal was lightly opened and rolled to the side, Maca's expression became a little strange.

“…… What's that? ”

Luck...... No, maybe it's unfortunate.

For the first thing Maca saw was a smooth back—on that pink newborn back, four thin, moist translucent wings were slowly spreading as they came into contact with the air.

Immediately after, the owner of the spine stood up gently among the blooming flowers, wrapped in a pink dress that resembled the petals around him.

Regardless of the size of the match, this is the appearance of a mountain fairy—yes, the kind of magical animal that has been given a lot of wings by Maca to make a fairy elixir.

As far as Maca knows, the fairy is an oviparous magical creature. If you have to compare, they are closer to Muggle insects than plants.

This kind of "extra-large" fairy born from the bud is obviously unheard of.

"Pherry!" Old Luck took a step back in surprise, and then quickly crawled to the ground, "Fairy! Dancing Ferry! Friends of the Ancestral Ral! ”

Under Old Lack's reminder, the rest of the elves also prostrated down together, not even daring to raise their heads.

However, Maca only glanced at them, and continued to look at the enlarged version of the strange fairy.

In this way, it is indeed very similar to the statue in the shrine. He had heard the story told by Old Luck at that time, but no matter what he thought about it now, this would not be the ancestor of the little fairies.

From the time he came into contact with magic and became a wizard, until now, he had never found anything that couldn't be explained. Magic has its own principles of magic, magical creatures have their own way of reproducing, and everything follows some kind of rules and order.

To say that this "big fairy" has a blood inheritance relationship with the "little fairies" he has come into contact with, this is something he doesn't believe if he is killed.

"Human, thank you for stopping them and saving me from harm......"

I saw that the voice sounded in my head again, slender and immature, as pure and innocent as a little human girl. It's just that the wisdom contained in it doesn't seem to have just been conceived.

"It's okay...... "Maka said as she looked at her, "can you understand what I'm talking about?" ”

"Human, your words don't seem to be able to convey to me...... But I can sense that you have no ill will. ”

"Hmm...... Oh. ”

Maca can be regarded as experiencing the feeling of those elves when they first faced him, after all, he can understand what the other party means, but the other party obviously can't understand his own language.

But the other party didn't allow him to come up with a way to solve this rather embarrassing matter.

"Humans, from the blood of our ancestors, tell me that I am probably the last flower in the world." The delicate voice swirled around Marka's head, tickling his body, "I can't understand your words yet, but try to tell me if the sin of jealousy has fallen silent again?" ”

"Sin?"

Maka was stunned when he heard this, he didn't know if the "sin" that the other party conveyed to him was the kind of evil he understood. But this concept he had heard several times in succession, and it made him a little sensitive.

The enlarged fairy didn't understand Maca's words, but she seemed to sense Maca's confusion as well. It's just that this matter may be so important to her that she flew straight out of the heart of the flower.

Her fair-skinned feet were on the ground, a little dusty, but she didn't care. And when she stood in front of Maca, Maca realized that although the humanoid creature resembled a large fairy was slim and well-proportioned, it was about half her height.

Not to mention Maca, she pondered what she had just said. But with a slight wave of her arm, one of the surrounding rattan barriers suddenly stretched out, drawing some kind of pattern on the ground in front of her.

Soon, Maca's attention was drawn to the mark on the ground. As the pattern gradually became complete, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Not only did he know what the pattern represented, but it had also caused him a lot of trouble!