This is the ancient city of Winchester, Ursula is still the first time to visit.

However, it was clear that she had rarely left the house since she was injured as a child, let alone England, and even the nearby Muggle town did not recognize a few roads. It wasn't until the Prophet's bloodline awoke that she left her home where she had grown up with a sense of mission, and she had traveled more places in recent days than she had been in nearly twenty years of her life.

However, the style of the old city of Winchester is indeed very rare, even if the city agrees to be filled with annoying gray fog, the sense of historical vicissitudes of this ancient town is still inexorably infiltrating from the range of vision, which makes people feel endlessly aftertaste.

Ursula was held in the arms of the puppet, and while secretly enduring the dull pain caused by the long jolting in her lower back, she couldn't help but slightly lift her hood and look left and right in silence.

It can be found that it seemed to rain in this neighborhood last night, and the streets and alleys are damp.

Perhaps it is because the road surface of this ancient city has experienced too long of wind, frost, rain and snow, and people and horses have practiced, even if there are traces of repair, there are still potholes everywhere. Now that it's raining, the sunken places are waterlogged, and it looks even more obvious.

"Miss Hohenheim, your shoes are spattered."

While secretly glad that she didn't have to wade through the water in such a place, Ursula couldn't help but kindly remind the other party that the young lady who could manipulate the puppets had finally told her her name before leaving here.

In fact, although Ursula was kidnapped by the other party, she always felt that the other party was not a "bad person" during this time, but seemed to be quite easy to talk to.

Because of this, she is no longer as wary of the other party as she was at the beginning.

"Yes, it's soaking wet," Sarah nodded, "but it's nothing, it's fun to walk in puddles." ”

"Really?"

Ursula, who was still a little lucky, was somehow a little envious.

"Well, it seems to be really interesting."

The voice fell slightly, and Ursula sighed to himself, and then turned to say:

"Miss Hohenheim, we ...... Isn't it already there? ”

"Oh, yes! Almost," said Sarah, "we're coming to this old town of Winchester, and the person who asked me to pick you up is waiting here." ”

"Here?" When Ursula heard this, she couldn't help but knock around again, and then said with some confusion, "Where is it?" ”

It's a place steeped in history, and it's good to visit once in a while and get a taste of England's former glory. But if you want to live here...... That's a bit weird, not to mention at a time like the one where everywhere is in crisis.

But when Ursula was puzzled, she listened to Sarah:

"Where? I don't know — he didn't mention it to me. ”

As she said this, Sarah suddenly stopped, and as the water splashed, she paused motionlessly. So, naturally, the puppet holding Ursula by his side also stopped moving forward and waited silently.

Seeing this, Ursula didn't dare to say more, because the other party obviously suddenly noticed something.

After a while, Sarah nodded slightly and said:

"Looks like someone has come to pick us up."

"Isn't it a living corpse?" Ursula was a little worried.

"I guess not," Sarah shook her head, "didn't you notice?" Not a single living corpse has ever appeared in this ancient town - think about the way to Winchester before! Every few steps you walk you will come across a group of people, and it will be like hell compared to this place. I think this place must have been cleaned up. ”

As soon as he had said this, Ursula suddenly saw two wizards in front of him come out of the mist.

The next moment, both of them stopped in place and looked at each other.

"Are you Mr. McLean's men?"

Sarah asked, but didn't get a response—seriously, the two of them felt more like "dolls" than the alchemy dolls she had made.

"I ask you, is it Mr. Macca's men? He told me to come to him—"

"Miss Hohenheim, I don't think they will answer you......" Ursula was about to persuade Sarah not to say anything, but she was quickly stunned for a moment, "Wait...... Mr. McLean? Did Mr. McLean ask you to bring me here? ”

She asked a little in hindsight, but before she could ask again, she saw the two wooden-faced wizards in front of her suddenly stretch out their hands sideways to invite, and then turned their heads and walked back.

When Sarah saw this, she didn't bother to talk to Ursula anymore, so she hurriedly controlled the meat and followed her.

After a while, as the road ahead became smoother and wider, the old buildings on the side of the road gradually became taller.

Eventually, the two wizards who led the way stopped in front of a tall church and pushed open the door without saying a word.

"Squeak-"

As the heavy wooden door opened, it made a tooth-aching sound.

After pushing the door open, the two of them glanced back at Sarah and Ursula, and then walked inside. When Sarah saw this, she immediately hurried forward again.

It's a very large church, with a sense of heaviness everywhere, and at the same time, the brick and stone walls give the illusion of coldness and gloom at any time. But these two feelings are intertwined, but there is no sense of disobedience.

When Sarah and Ursula entered the church, they turned and walked out through a side door and a long corridor, and when they suddenly realized that they had crossed some barrier, a wooden door appeared in front of them.

The next moment, the door opened again, and a prayer hall no smaller than the previous church finally came into their sight.

The flickering flame of light danced high in the sky, spreading the light in all directions, dispersing the same fog in the hall to a certain extent.

"Sarah, you're here."

Just as Ursula's attention was drawn to the ball of light, a voice that was not unfamiliar made her quickly move her gaze to the front of the hall.

It was a familiar back, right in the middle of the depths of the hall, and the bright light could not dispel the fog so far that it was impossible to see clearly.

"Yes...... Mr. McLean? Ursula couldn't help but speak.

"Yes, Miss Goverfinn...... We meet again. ”