If you want to solve the problem once and for all, you have to start at the root cause. If Helbo doesn't get rid of it for a day, even if Maca destroys more living corpses, it will only add a reason for the other party to create more living corpses.

In the end, Maca didn't make a move against the hordes of living corpses that littered the mountains - for a number of reasons, he decided to just trap them there and dispose of them when he figured it out, or if he found Helbo.

Of course, according to his habit, it is needless to say that he will leave some backhands there.

After a few hours, when Maca had spent a great effort touring the whole of Kent and returned to the original camp, many of the wizards of the Blois family who had seen him return noticed that he was not in a good mood.

"Mr. McLean."

The witch in charge who had been staying in the camp saw that Maca was here, and immediately greeted him with a quick greeting.

"Well," Maka nodded slightly at her, "it's still the same, don't approach the central area of the fog - it's the one near Charing Town, and the rest of the place can continue to explore and investigate as originally planned." Although it took me some time to sweep the entire county this time, after all, I had limited energy and could not implement more details. ”

"Uh...... Okay, Mr. McLean, I'll pass that on to all camp leaders. ”

Probably also aware of Maka's bad mood, she cautiously answered, and then quickly turned around and went to do something.

Maca looked at her trotting away in a hurry, subconsciously touched her face, and then couldn't help but shake her head with a slightly wry smile.

Yes, it was quite unpleasant for him not to be able to find any trace of Helbo in the fog today. Even if he had expected it, this result would be equivalent to a bigger trouble, a development he didn't want to see.

Helbo wasn't here, which meant that the difficulty of Maca trying to find him skyrocketed.

And then, the longer it drags on, the more likely it is that Helmo will regain his strength until he returns to the peak of his power.

At that time, it was not that he went to trouble Helbo, but that Helpo made a comeback again, setting off a new wave of unstoppable disasters.

"So, where do you go to find him next?" Maca sat down casually on the log by the campfire, frowning slightly and thinking, "London? Well...... It's possible to take a trip, but it doesn't seem to be very likely...... Why don't you go and find a way to get Trelawney to prophesy again? ”

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head again.

"Forget it! Instead of looking for her, let's take some time to sit down with the centaur tribe today......"

Maca, of course, remembered that not long ago, in front of the ruins of Hogwarts Castle, Ferenze had mentioned an invitation from their current patriarch.

“…… Well, let's go! ”

Before he could finish speaking, he stood up again.

……

"Oh? Didn't you dispose of it right away? ”

Let's move forward a little, just as Maca was leaving the countless hordes of living corpses near Charingtown, a cloaked, tightly wrapped figure stopped in some dirty alley out of nowhere.

Underneath the hood, the hoarse voice was uncomfortable to listen to.

"Forget it, it's nothing, since you don't accept this gift from me, that's it...... After all, the point is always not there, is it? ”

With that, the strange-looking cloaked man stepped out again, slowly but steadily continuing down the alley.

It wasn't long before he was out of the narrow, damp, dirty alley and out onto the street outside—though it might be more accurate to say that it was a larger alley rather than a "street."

Because, in fact, this place is also dirty, ugly, and decadent, and people don't want to approach it.

But here, in fact, is the place where a group of homeless people in the city survive, a "slum" in the vicinity.

"Bang!"

On the side of the "street" that was crowded with sewage, a ragged, thin man slammed into Helbo, who passed through it, but was kicked away by Helbo in an instant.

He didn't exert much force, but even then, the random kick had already broken several of the man's ribs, causing him to fall and wail in a dirty puddle as he rolled back to the side of the road.

However, Helbo didn't care, and neither did the others here.

Here, this kind of situation has long been common, and how many people will not die one day? Injury or something, it's just a trivial thing that is not worth looking at.

The next moment, the cloaked Helmpo continued to pace forward, not even changing the frequency of his steps.

That's right, in fact, Maca's search results in the fog are correct. Because no matter what city or country Helpo is in at the moment, he is not in Kent...... Or a stay in the city of London.

This guy ran away, with a serious injury that would have killed a normal person several times, and secretly hid in some corner of the world.

This situation is the most troublesome for Maca, and Helbo is indeed thick enough to commit such a vile and obscene act of hiding.

Maybe it was because of Helbo's kick just now, and the poor people on the side of the road didn't dare to provoke him again, after all, the "lesson from the past" at the beginning is still cowering on the ground and howling!

It wasn't long before Helmau made a beeline of what looked like a mess, and at the end of the road he suddenly turned a corner and entered a precarious-looking building.

After another ten minutes, the man who had been howling on the ground at first finally seemed to have no strength to exhale pain, and could only curl up there and snort from time to time to show that he was still alive.

It must be said that a place like this is impersonal, only painful, cold and dead, and it is estimated that only Helbo will seem so proportionate and natural.

After that, overnight, the slum was inexplicably missing a group of people — not all, but definitely not less.

It's a pity that no one pays much attention to this kind of thing. At most, someone will remember that early the next morning, the strange man in the cloak left alone.

Like one of the many unknown passers-by in their mutilated lives.