"It's almost time, call that 'Asaph'!"

On the second floor of the underground chamber of the Witt Mansion, a familiar and unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded, passing through the ears of two members of the Witt family who were waiting outside.

"I'll convey this to the head of the family."

One of them immediately bowed, and immediately raised his leg in the direction of the stairs outside. The other one was still standing outside the door of the stone chamber and did not dare to move, but he couldn't help but sneak a glance inside the stone chamber.

With just a quick glance, he retracted his gaze and straightened his back to his feet. It's just that the picture of that moment just now has been deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Whew-"

He closed his eyes tightly and let out as little breath as he could.

How many people have been sent in since the old master left this secret room?

Five, or ten? Or maybe it's twenty?

He didn't count, and he wasn't in the mood to count at all...... In fact, he didn't think much of it at first, after all, in this black market, people lose their lives almost every day for various reasons.

And the people who were sent into this stone room today are just some inconsequential people who were temporarily sent out by the old family master to arrest them.

But when he found that the number of people sent in was gradually increasing, and there was still no trend of stopping, even if he asked himself if he was not a good person, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

What's going on there?

That's why he couldn't help but want to take a look at it just now.

But now, he saw it, but he still didn't understand what the man who took over Barnes Sr. Barneau's body was doing.

Or rather, why would that guy want to kill so many people?

On the floor of the stone chamber, there were people lying upside down. The men and women were visibly breathless, scattered like abandoned toys.

There were no expected bloody limbs, no hideous and terrifying faces, only the cold air seemed to depict the eerie dead silence meaningfully.

And he, the man who had been guarding the door from the beginning, didn't even know how those people died.

Just as he withdrew his gaze and returned to standing against the wall, a pair of eyes inside suddenly opened, and he glanced towards the door of the secret room with an expressionless face.

"That young man, the seal made this time is much stronger than those in the dungeon...... Hmph, is it a very novel magic array? ”

Helbo muttered to himself with a calm face.

"In that case, the Devouring Mirror will be handed over to you for safekeeping......"

……

"Miss Miriam, are you sure that the summoning volume of Abatheel is still in the hands of your 'Grandpa Raven'?"

"Anyway, now that the effect of the medicine has passed, you may not believe what I say...... Also, you are not allowed to call the boss by that name! ”

As Miriam said, the effects of the elixir had completely dissipated, and Maca had no intention of using it again. But he was still asking questions one after another, which made Millie secretly puzzled.

However, the most relieved thing for her now was that Maca didn't guide her to say something that shouldn't have been said.

For example, the detailed location of the boss at present; Another example is the specific mission content on Asaph's side.

Well, though she's pretty much told pretty much all the experiences she's lived to the present...... You know, there are some things that even if Asaph or even the boss asks, she will never say them.

Even if these things are actually inconsequential past, most of them are just inconsequential past events.

"Oh no," Maca smiled casually, "I can believe what you say...... And lo and behold! Isn't that the fact that I'm still here and chatting with you is the best proof of that? ”

Miriam pursed her lips and leaned against the wall of the alleyway, not caring even if her beautiful clothes were dirty. She just glanced at Maca again, and then looked away again.

"What do you stay for? I wish you were leaving! She said angrily.

But Maca, who was also leaning against the brick wall, chuckled and shook her head.

"You want me to go? Are you sure? He raised an eyebrow slightly, "If I leave now, there will be only one place to go—do you still expect me to go to the door of the Werther family to guard that Mr. Asaph?" ”

"If you want to go, go there...... No, not allowed! Miriam changed her words a little awkwardly, but the more she said it, the more she felt wrong.

It stands to reason that Macak was her and Asaph's enemy.

But when Maca guessed that they were going to win over the two families of Witt and Augustine to deal with her, it was quite puzzling that they could talk to her so casually.

And now, she actually said the childish remark that makes people laugh, "you are not allowed to go".

"I—I mean...... What exactly do you mean? Miriam turned her head abruptly again, glaring at Maca as if annoyed, "You don't kill my enemy, nor the heir of the Augustinian family on the earth, and you don't even go to Asaph's side—"

"I said," interrupted Marka, spreading her hands, "is that how you want me to sabotage your companion's actions?" ”

"I'm asking you what the hell you're thinking!" Miriam suddenly bit her lower lip and couldn't help but say, "Or rather, do you just want to humiliate me in this way!" ”

Her voice spread through the deserted alley, reaching deeper than here. Obviously, she did shout a little too loudly.

"Shhhh......h Well, I don't mind you thinking so. ”

Looking at Maca's indifferent face and the seemingly innocent smile on her face, Miriam couldn't help but feel a pang of disgust. But in the next moment, as if she remembered something, her face suddenly became delicate again.

"Is it possible...... Are you sympathetic to my background? ”

Probably Maca didn't expect her to say such a sentence, and she was stunned for a moment.

Yes, Miss Miriam's life is indeed very sad, but how can there be a lack of those pathetic and pitiful lives in this world?

Not to mention others, Marka's own fate is twists and turns enough, even to Hogwarts, the road is full of ups and downs.

To make him sympathize with other people's life experiences, this is somewhat difficult for a strong man.

However, in Maca's eyes right now, this might be a reasonable excuse, isn't it?

"I'm sure you've guessed more than once that Voldemort was the murderer responsible for your parents' mysterious disappearance," he thought for a moment, and there was a faint pity in his eyes, "Didn't you go to him when he was resurrected before?" ”

"Resurrection?"

When Miriam heard this, her eyes widened at once, and her look of surprise was as if she had heard of such a thing for the first time.

"When? How could he-"

"Oh, so you don't know?"

In the case of Maca, it was a small bonus.

However, after a moment of surprise, Miriam forced herself to calm down again.

For her, the sad past of her childhood had faded with the news of Voldemort's death, and even now when she recalled it, there was only a trace of inconspicuous emptiness.

Yes, if she knew that Voldemort was still alive, she would definitely try to avenge her parents and herself. But now it was Maka, the obvious "enemy", who told her about it.

Can you believe the words of the enemy?

She is not the inexplicable Macklee in front of her, as far as the enemy says, she will definitely not believe it easily!

"Yes, I really don't know," Miriam said as she stared at Maca with a nonchalant expression, "but I don't want to know. ”

After saying this, she seemed to think for a moment, and then said with a firm look in her eyes:

"Mr. McLean, I don't need your sympathy."

"Yes, I fell into your hands today, which proves that I am far from strong enough...... But if you try to deceive me in this way, you will never succeed! ”

"So, either let me go, or ...... Kill me now! ”

Hearing this, Maca was very helpless, but saw him straighten up from the brick wall he was leaning on, patted his back casually, and then paced in front of Miriam.

He also looked the other man in the same eye, and asked word by word:

"What makes you think I'm the kind of person who kills me if I don't agree with him?"

This sentence really stopped Miriam.

To be honest, what she knew about Maca was the same thing that Maca knew about her not so long ago, mostly superficial.

Maca's name was obviously much louder than hers, but those were just the impressions that others had formed about him. And isn't this kind of public impression all things that can be shaped at will?

Therefore, Miriam has always thought that this Macca McClain is probably the kind of person who does "obscene things in the name of righteousness" like some people in this world.

Otherwise, at his age, would he have been able to make such a name for himself in the global wizarding world?

In fact, there are always some guys in the world who are not afraid to speculate about others with the greatest malice, and there are actually many people who have the same idea as Miriam.

"I don't care what kind of person you are," she snorted, "I'm just on a mission, and you're my enemy." I'll just ask you - did you kill me, or did you let me go? ”

Seeing that she was finally starting to be unreasonable, Maca had to take a step back with an inexplicable smile.

"It's almost time," he counted, before he looked up and continued, "All right! If you have to ask......"

"Then I'll let you go!"