On the ground was the pattern of a dagger.

The unique one-eyed carving on the handle, as well as the double-bladed short blade with a slight arc, all correspond to each other in Maca's memory.

Yes, this bladed weapon in the shape of an Arabian dagger had even been held by Maca at one point under the guidance of Rowena. And it was because of this dagger that Maca could only live in a cold world for a long time.

"'The sin of jealousy'?" Maca's expression became a little solemn.

He had some unclear inferences about the so-called "sin" before.

Like the Monument of Bewitchment, the Sword of Gryffindor, and the mysterious floor-to-ceiling mirror depicted in the dastardly Tomb of Helbo...... Maybe add to that the cursed bloodlines of House Blois—they all seem to cause disasters on a massive scale.

In this respect, it is not an exaggeration to call them the source of evil.

Thinking about it this way, as someone who had personally experienced the dagger, Maca suddenly felt that it was not too much to include it in it.

The person who holds that curved dagger will inevitably be cut off from normal emotions and emotions. The dagger is a weapon, and if you don't use it, you can just return it, but once you use it......

Maca still vaguely remembers how the Assassin he possessed was finally hearing the wails of the souls of the dead when the assassination was successful.

It was undoubtedly a very strange pleasure.

That pleasure, in the state of complete emotional loss of the person concerned, will be particularly impressive. Those who are not strong-minded are likely to be caught in a cycle of killing from then on.

"Jealousy...... Is it? Maca nodded secretly, "It seems that my new edition of the Book of Sin can add some content......

Just as he was secretly paying attention in his heart, the large mountain fairy who had finished drawing the pattern looked up at this side again. The crystal eyes looked directly at him, as if charming but natural.

"What do you seem to know about this evil, human?"

Maca did know something, and based on his guesses, the dagger probably didn't reappear.

Even if it was him, he was only under Rowena's magic at that time, and entered a certain memory...... Or, it is simply a simulated spiritual world.

Otherwise, judging by the characteristics of that dagger, it would probably be the Muggle world that would suffer first. In any case, a serial killer would have been out a long time ago, and he would definitely not be able to escape.

He pointed to the pattern on the ground, and gestured to the other man to sleep, indicating that the thing was probably still sleeping in some corner!

After figuring out what Maca was trying to express, the half-human-tall "Great Fairy" was obviously relieved. Seeing this, Maca's heart couldn't help but move, and after pointing to the pattern on the ground again, she pointed at the other party with a puzzled face.

Obviously, this ancient species that suddenly appeared had some kind of strange bloodline inheritance talent, and it was able to pass on some of the information to future generations.

It's rare to meet someone who seems to know a lot, and Maca naturally wants to ask more.

Although there is a great limit to communication due to the language barrier, if she can get more clues and origins about "sin", Maca is still willing to work harder.

"It and I...... relationship? You...... Really want to know? The other party hesitated, and seemed to be a little jealous, "That's 'sin', it's a terrible power...... It will bring never-ending disasters. ”

"He who holds that share of sin will destroy all good and evil nature, and will only give the bearer boundless pleasure when the blade of sin tastes the soul. It envies the soul, it humiliates the soul, it chews the soul...... The purer and more beautiful the soul, the more it will attract its arrival. ”

"The veins that flowed through my body told me to stay away from it...... Go away, if it's still causing disaster, I must leave the seed of the inheritance as soon as possible, bury her deep in the ground, and continue to wait for the next flower to bloom......"

The thoughts she had conveyed to Maca's mind were interrupted for a moment at this moment. A visceral fear echoed in Maca's consciousness, without details, just a fear.

"Our descendants of the tree of life cannot wither away! This is the only responsibility I have to bear in this life. ”

At this point, Maca really wanted to ask her a question - couldn't she have talked more about the dagger?

But the other party probably didn't understand it very specifically, because in Maca's expectant eyes, the other party just shook his head slightly.

"Human, what is this place? Can I put down roots and grow here? ”

Asking yourself if you can "put down roots" here is a real unheard of request. Maca subconsciously glanced to the side, only to find that the actual occupant of the island was still lying on the ground!

He thought about it for a while, and suddenly came up with a plan - if you want to blame, it's strange that someone chose to talk to me!

"Luck, get up! Your father's friend is going to stay here," beckoned Maka, "and the island will be given to her old man...... As for you, come with me! ”

Old Luck looked up suddenly, first at the newborn "Great Fairy", and then at Maca.

"Ferry wants us to follow you?" Old Luck said suspiciously, "Did Lord Fei Rui talk to you?" ”

"Yes, by thought." Maca pointed to her head.

"Then why doesn't Lord Ferry talk to the elves?" Old Luck hesitated, and looked at the enlarged version of the little fairy again, "Besides, why do you want the elf to go with you?" ”

"To get it done...... Well, the task that Lord Philip has given us," said Maca, gesturing to the pattern on the ground, "see?" It was the source of a calamity, the source of the evil that had led His Excellency Philip into a deep sleep! Now this evil has disappeared again, but other evils continue to spread in this world......"

"We must stop the source of evil that is corrupting the world, or ......" Speaking of this, Maca glanced at the corner of her eye, and instantly came to her mind, "Otherwise, the beauty we live on will be completely destroyed by them, do you understand?" ”

This kind of thing of pushing the boat down the river, Maca is quite familiar with it. He was right, because now, the so-called "sin" is indeed on the rise again.

The Bewitchment Monument, tied to Voldemort, is like a bomb that explodes from time to time. And according to Trelawney's prophecy, it seems that Greenwald will also be involved.

As for whether it has anything to do with the "Fieri" in Old Lack's mouth, it may not be known.

“…… Is that really the case? Old Luck still didn't seem convinced, "Young wizard, I feel a hint of falsehood in your words!" ”

"Of course it's true."

Maca nodded solemnly at Old Lac, then turned her head to the "Great Fairy" who was standing aside for some unknown reason, and nodded at her as well.

"Right?" Knowing that people couldn't understand it, Maca still deliberately spoke.

"Can I really put down roots here?" In this way, a beautiful misunderstanding arose so easily, "Thank you very much for your help...... I was lucky to have met a human being as kind as you when I was born. ”

She nodded at him as she conveyed her thoughts, apparently courtesy. When Old Luck also looked at her with Maca's words, she also bowed her head slightly to Old Luck.

"I think I should thank you for your help too."

When the thought echoed in Old Luck's mind, he was flattered and fell down again—the old ancestor's friend had spoken to him! Even if it was just one sentence, he had to be pleasantly surprised by it.

"No, Old Luck doesn't dare to bear Ferry's thanks, this is Old Luck...... No, it's an honor for the elves! We will do our best to complete the task you have given us! This is the promise of the elf's life! ”

"Then let's go! Don't delay Lord Ferry from making his home here—" Makadam urged, "come on! I've got some clues about the mission, and I'm sure you'll soon be able to 'do your best' for this engagement." ”

After signaling the new ancient species again, Maca took the excited old Luck and a group of equally energetic elves outside.

Unlike the hardships they had come, the vines now automatically made way for them when they left here. It wasn't long before they met the other elves waiting outside.

As Old Luck walked and explained to the people, Maca thoughtfully peered back and forth between them and the green mist around her.

It seems that these green miasma are not poisonous mist, but have some other purpose. Otherwise, just by looking at the concentration of these miasma, even if those elves were not poisoned, it would be impossible for them to have no reaction.

"If not poison gas...... Maybe it has something to do with that powerful regenerative ability? ”

Because of some curiosity in his heart, he habitually took out an empty large potion bottle and filled it with a bottle of green mist, planning to bring it back and study it when he had time.

Soon, after leaving the area where the vines were spreading, Maca and the elves immediately apparitioned back to the magical tower in the center of the island. Needless to say, the first thing Maca did was to make sure Luna and Hermione were safe.

When he saw the two girls lying on the lookout at the top of the tower, looking worriedly at the north of the island, the heart that had been half-hanging finally settled a little.

At this moment, the large number of vines in the distance, which were still waving in mid-air, causing the tower to generate repulsive auras again and again, suddenly retracted into the jungle. With another slight concussion under his feet, a new round of "rooting movement" seems to have begun.