"You want my demon body? No, McLean, I think my concession is big enough, you can't even take this most satisfying result from me in order to get it, and I almost got devoured by the demons, and almost lost half of my soul permanently, you know? ”

Faced with Makana's "excessive" demands, Helbo finally became annoyed. He stood there, waving his remaining left arm, loudly telling of the thrill and difficulty of obtaining the demonic body, as if to indict the cruelty of Maca's request.

Looking at the way he was there and loudly questioning Maca's appearance, if anyone who didn't know happened to see it, maybe they would really think that he had suffered some great injustice!

"Helmo," Maka said calmly as she watched him speak eloquently, "and I can agree with the fact that you have put a lot of effort into it, after all, I have watched you get it the whole time." But I want to ask you, what about those innocent deaths in your rituals because they require a large number of souls? ”

As he was talking, Maka recalled a little, as if she remembered something, and pointed to Helbo and said:

"By the way, speaking of which...... Do you remember the name of the woman you chose to shape the 'core' of this demonic body? ”

Maca's question really stopped Helbo.

Yes, the Demon Summoning Ritual needs to have a ** as the core. However, since the key to this ritual is mainly a large number of living souls, and the requirements for the core are not high, Helbo only picked one at that time and started.

Although there seems to be something unexpected in the middle, so that he still has to spend a little more time. But he didn't remember the name of the witch who was considered the core.

No, maybe he just never asked, because he really didn't care!

"Can't tell? Do you need me, a 'bystander', to tell you? Maca looked directly at Helmpo before shaking her head after a moment and said, "No, I don't think there's any need for that, after all, you didn't even think to know that I guess you probably can't even remember the name of the man you killed for her, right?" ”

"Huh?"

Listening to Maca pull out another figure from that "core", Helpo couldn't help frowning and asked:

"Her man? Killed by me? Should I remember? ”

"Hmph," Maca sneered, "yes! Isn't it just one of the many 'apprentices' you pretended to take in the first place, and you really don't have to remember them all. After all, you didn't really think of them as your apprentices! ”

After Maca's "reminder", Helbo finally seemed to recall a little detail, and nodded a little abruptly:

"Oh, it's Martin, right? I remember...... Well, yes, yes, kind of a guy with a bit of backbone. It's a pity that his problem is that he knows that he is weak at the same time, but he still dares to resist beyond his strength, so he lost his life because of this, but who can blame? ”

"Of course it's your fault," Maca wanted to say, but before he could say it, he swallowed it back into his stomach.

It doesn't make any sense to say something like this to someone like Helbo, who has extremely extreme personal ideas but only believes in himself.

"Helmo," Maka said, pouting and looking at the other man, "that's why I don't believe you would choose compromise and peace talks...... Because a guy like you, who doesn't care about other people's lives at all, can't live peacefully forever. Maybe you still need time to heal and do research at the moment, but sooner or later you will break the agreement and bring more trouble to the world. ”

After listening to Maca's words, Helbo nodded his head as if he understood:

"Hmm, so what?"

……

To be honest, this trip to London to meet with Hyerbault, Maca actually hopes to be able to successfully negotiate the truce.

During this time, he was really tired, so tired that he couldn't remember the last time he was able to sleep happily and without worries.

Back then, he was a person who especially liked to lie in bed, and he probably never imagined that he would have such a day of relying on refreshing potions instead of sleep for such a long time.

However, it is probably impossible to get Helbo to give up everything. No one can say what kind of ending this trip to London will end in.

Just like Ens now, although he was sitting in the largest tent in the camp, drinking tea and eating pie that the witch in charge had gotten out of nowhere, and a French wizarding magazine was spread out in front of him, he seemed to be full of leisure and comfort.

But in reality, all he had in his head was speculation about what would happen after Maca and Helmo met.

Of course, Ens didn't worry about Maca and had been fighting Helbo for so long, and he had just inflicted heavy damage on the other party not long ago, so he didn't think that Maca would die like this.

What Ens thinks is, in essence, his own business.

Why is that image in that mirror? What the hell is that stone box reason in? Judging from the words engraved on it in ancient Anglo-Saxon that he knew, it should be the period when the four founders of Hogwarts were active.

So, is that stone box related to the trials he went through?

As the heir to Slytherin's approval, the first to enter the Hufflepuff Chamber and obtain Helga's testament, it was only natural that Ens connected the stone box engraved with Old English to his own series of experiences.

It's a pity that he didn't know that there was a vertical cavern under the Hufflepuff's secret room, so all of this was just his own random conjecture anyway.

"Well," thought about it, Ens couldn't help but put down the pie in his hand and sighed, "Didn't Slytherin leave anything else?" It would be nice to have another magic notebook! ”

As he muttered, he couldn't help but take out the silver snake staff of Slytherin, leaned back in his chair and played with it absentmindedly.

However, a few minutes later, a shocking explosion suddenly sounded from outside the tent, causing him to jump out of his chair.

"As a result, did the fight really start?"

Thinking so, Ens hurried out of the tent.