Maca didn't get the slightest bit of useful information from the poor young man.

How could he possibly know? Every day, in addition to hovering between fear and attachment, from the bedroom to the dining table to the dark dungeon, he spent every minute and second of his life depressed and dull.

Recently, the master will send him a task and order him to go out and do some cruel things. He was scared, he didn't want to go outside to a world full of strangers, but he had to accept it.

Other than that, life doesn't seem to be any different, and he doesn't want to be any different.

To this day, he was suddenly abandoned by his master, and the reality was so realistic that it made him feel like a dream. In and out of the dream, there are two completely different lives.

He didn't know what to do, and he was scared of Maca. But if he didn't follow Maka, he wouldn't know where he was going or what he was going to do......

In the convent of the mirror space, Maca walked in front, while Joshua followed far behind, completely at a loss.

"Is this the dungeon?" Standing by a trapdoor, Maca asked nonchalantly.

Joshua seemed taken aback, and after a while, let out a soft "um".

Maca kicked open the latch of the trapdoor, flipped up the panel, and made her way down the wooden staircase. With a frowning "crunch", the surrounding light diminished little by little, and was finally swallowed up by the darkness underground.

Suddenly, a soft light broke through the darkness in front of her, and it was Maca who lit the staff with a glowing charm.

This dungeon is unusually large, with no walls as far as the eye can see, and is made entirely of metal the thickness of a child's arm. There are single-room rooms that look small, and there are large jails that can cram a lot of people.

Comparatively speaking, the ceiling is surprisingly low, and if you look taller, you may have to bow over to move forward.

Maca thought that this should have been emptied, but unexpectedly, he saw a few small figures lying on the ground at a glance.

It seems that although the other party has evacuated here, because the time is too tight, there is not enough room to take everyone away.

Maca looked back and saw that the cowering young man didn't seem to be coming down with him.

"Click."

He walked to a cage door that could hold about five or six adults, and as he flicked his staff, the large enchanted lock on the iron barred door snapped open the deadbolt.

Pulling open the fence door, Maca walked slowly into the prison.

There's only one person in the room, a little guy who's no more than ten years old. You can't tell if it's a boy or a girl, it's dirty and scarred.

The little guy lay on the dirty ground with his head disheveled, motionless, but looking at his slightly undulating body, it was obvious that he was still alive.

"Wake up, little one."

Maca reached out and patted the other man's arm, the wounds on it were bruised, and there were still dried blood stains on the wounds, mixed with dust and solidified into a terrible black and red.

He slapped it twice, but the child had no intention of waking up, and was still lying on the ground unconsciously.

But his words alarmed the girl who was locked up in another small cell not far away. In fear, the chain on the opponent's foot hit the iron pipe of the cage, making a "clang" sound.

In this dark and silent dungeon, the sound was particularly harsh.

Maca turned around, only to see that the girl had shrunk into the other corner, as if trying to get as far away from him as possible.

Looking at the girl and thinking for a moment, Maca did not immediately go over there, but turned back first and turned the child on the ground over.

It seems that there is a reason why the child has been slow to react, as Maca sees a particularly serious wound on his body.

It was a scar that looked like it had been whipped with a blunt object, and from the collarbone to the chest, the bruisish and purple swelling marks were quite obvious, and some of them had even ulcerated due to infection.

Just looking at the injury, which showed no signs of treatment, Maca felt that this child must have some value.

Not to mention whether the so-called "master" is Greenwald's secret subordinate, or Greenwald himself at all, the reason why the other party imprisons the children in large numbers is obviously to study the possibility of artificially creating the silent.

Many years ago, when wizards were not hiding themselves as they are now, it was not uncommon for them to arise spontaneously.

At that time, children with magical potential were unable to be properly guided because of secular prejudices against wizards.

Muggles were terrified of the power of magic, hunting down and judging adult wizards, and even raising torches and ropes to children who had just experienced a magical rampage.

So, in that dark era, the children who had magic in their bodies were deeply suppressed.

Even if they know that they may be different from other children, they don't dare to show their true side; Even if their parents are aware of their child's anomaly, they will try to prevent their child from growing up to be a "heretic".

Under the influence of the general trend of the times, beating and scolding children with abnormalities has become the choice of some parents. They firmly believe that there is nothing weird about their children and refuse to be weird.

And when the suppressed magic is intertwined with the children's negative emotions, and it is fiercely pressed in the bottom of the heart. Some children chose to be silent in fear, while others exploded in silence.

The chaotic magic of negative emotions is suddenly transformed into a strange and uncontrollable energy when encountering violent mood swings.

Some wizarding scholars believe that it is also a form of black magic, because it has all the characteristics necessary to be defined as black magic; Some wizard scholars believe that it can only be regarded as a relatively negative magical phenomenon, just like the generation of Dementors, and cannot be defined in terms of good and evil.

And now, someone is clearly trying to take this strange and powerful power into his own hands, trying to turn the uncontrollable into controllable, and in order to accomplish some ulterior purpose.

If you want to have full control over this power, it is obviously only appropriate to start with its carrier.

Maca could easily imagine that the other party had been in front of the magic school again and again, searching for these children who had gone on a magical rampage, and locked them in this mirror cage.

The upper floor here has a comfortable and warm living environment; And on the lower level, there is an eerie underground prison.

While experiencing heaven and hell in cycles, they are subjected to psychological induction of the same nature, and constantly experimenting and adjusting to achieve the desired goal.

In this way, a deformed life like Joshua was born with great power and a fragile heart.

“…… There is no more boring research project than this. ”

Maca opened the mouth of the child in front of her, took out a bottle of potion for wounds, and poured it in.

The child apparently did not give in, which is why the "master" did not intend to treat him after receiving potentially fatal injuries.

If it were this child, I don't know what useful information might be able to come out of his mouth. While waiting for her injuries to recover, Maca stood up and turned to walk towards the girl on the other side.

"Don't be afraid, can you talk to me for a few words?"

Marca didn't open the door immediately, but stood in the aisle outside to speak. With a metal fence between the two sides, it may give the girl some insignificant sense of security.

Even if this sense of security is certainly extremely limited, it is much better than being face-to-face.

"Or how about escaping with me?" He smiled and said, "Of course, if you want." ”

The girl was silent, just staring at the ground in the corner, and every moment she glanced at him in a daze.

Like the child, the girl was wearing a tattered old garment, which was extremely thin and bleed.

On her exposed skin, criss-crossed scars abound, making for pity.

Dirty faces were buried in the shadows, hair stained with dust and blood was tangled and knotted, and withered grass was scattered on the shoulders and backs, and there was a sour smell all over the body.

Of course, the place itself doesn't taste good.

"Don't want to get out of here?" After a moment, Maca asked again.

As he spoke, the girl visibly shrunk tighter, as if she was afraid that he would run in and hurt her.

But after a few seconds, she suddenly spoke.

“…… Save ......"

"It's okay, just say it well." Maca said as quietly as she could.

"Please...... Rescue ...... I. The girl seemed to stir her dry throat with all her might, spitting out the staccato words, the broken syllables so that one could barely understand what she meant.

“…… Good. ”

Maca stared at her for a moment, then nodded softly as her eyes slowly met her own.

There was another click, and Makara opened the iron fence door, slowly walked to her side, crouched down and touched the top of her head. Even though his long hair was covered in stains, how could he care about it.

No, seriously, if you have to dig deeper, the ingredients for making potions are a lot more disgusting than that!

"Can I walk on my own?" Maca asked.

The girl nodded timidly, but soon shook her head, her still clear eyes looking at the cuffs at her ankles.

Maca lifted her staff and struck it with her hand, and the heavy iron ring around her ankle cracked.

"Let's go, let's go save the others—"

As he spoke, he stood up and walked down the aisle outside. In this dungeon, there are still a few people who have been abandoned here, most of them are dying children.

Behind him, the girl looked at the shattered crumbling shackles on the ground, and there was an inexplicable hint of life in her eyes. She looked up at the figure who had already walked outside the fence gate, and chased after it barefoot.