Chapter 407: Ignited Vitality
( ) Maca didn't get any useful information from that humble and poor young man.
How could he possibly know? In addition to wandering between fear and attachment every day, from the bedroom to the dining table to the dark dungeon, he spends every minute and every second of his life depressed and dull.
Recently, the master will send him a mission, ordering him to go out and do some cruel things. He was scared, he didn't want to go out into the world full of strangers, but he had to accept it.
Otherwise, life didn't seem to be any different, and he didn't want it to be.
To this day, he was suddenly abandoned by his master. The reality was so realistic that it made him feel like a dream. In the dream and outside the dream, there are two completely different lives.
He didn't know what to do, and he was also afraid of Maca. But if he didn't follow Maca, he would have no idea where he should go or what he should do...
In the monastery in the mirror space, Maca walked in front, while Joshua followed far behind, completely at a loss.
Is the dungeon down here? Maca asked abruptly, standing by a trapdoor.
Joshua seemed to be taken aback, and after a while of murmuring, he gave a soft hmm.
Maca kicked the latch of the trapdoor, flipped up the door, and walked down the descending wooden stairs. Accompanied by the frowning creaking sound, the surrounding light decreased little by little, and was finally swallowed by the darkness underground.
Suddenly, a mass of soft light broke through the darkness in front of him, and it was Maca who lit up the staff with a luminous spell.
This floor of the dungeon is extremely large, there are no walls as far as the eye can see, and it is all prisons made of metal as thick as a child's arm. There are single rooms that look small, and there are large prisons that can fit many people.
Relatively speaking, the ceiling is surprisingly low, and taller people may have to bow their bodies to walk forward properly.
Maca thought that the bottom 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 no room to take everyone away.
Maca turned his head, and found that the timid young man didn't seem to come down with him.
Crack.
He walked to the door of a cage that could accommodate five or six adults,
With a light tap of his staff, the large lock with a spell on the iron fence door immediately bounced off the deadbolt.
Opening the fence door casually, Maca walked into the prison slowly.
There is only one person imprisoned here, a little guy who is no more than ten years old. Just by looking at it like this, you can't tell if it's a boy or a girl, it's all dirty and full of bruises.
The little guy was lying on the dirty ground with disheveled hair, motionless, but looking at the slightly undulating body, it was obvious that he was still alive.
Little guy, wake up.
Maca reached out and patted the opponent's arm, the wounds on it were bruised and purple, and there were still dried blood stains on the wound, mixed with dust and solidified into a terrible black red.
He patted it twice, but the child didn't wake up, and was still lying on the ground unconsciously.
But what he said shocked the girl who was locked in another small cell not far away. Under the fear, the iron chain on the opponent's foot hit the iron pipe of the cage, making a crisp bang.
In this dark and silent dungeon, that sound was particularly piercing.
Maca turned her head, only to see that the girl had shrunk into the corner on the other side, as if she wanted to stay away from him as much as possible.
Watching the girl think for a while, Maca didn't go over there immediately, but turned around and turned the child on the ground over.
It seems that there is a reason for the child's delay in responding, because Maca saw a particularly serious wound on his body.
It was a scar that looked like it was beaten by a blunt instrument. From the collarbone to the chest, there were quite obvious signs of blue-purple swelling, and some of them had even festered due to infection.
Just looking at the injury with no signs of healing, Maca felt that this child must be of some value.
Leaving aside whether the so-called master is Greenwald's secret subordinate, or is Greenwald himself at all, the reason why the other party imprisoned children in large numbers is obviously to study the possibility of artificially creating silent people.
Many years ago, when wizards were not as hidden as they are now, it was not uncommon to see naturally born Obscures.
At that time, children with magical potential could not be properly guided because of the secular prejudice against wizards.
Muggles are terrified of the power of magic. They not only hunt down and judge adult wizards, but even raise torches and ropes to children who have just run away with magic power.
Therefore, in that dark age, children with magic power hidden in their bodies were deeply suppressed.
Even if they know that they may be different from other children, they dare not reveal their true side; even if their parents know that their children are abnormal, they will try to prevent their children from growing up to be heretical.
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 they refuse to appear weird.
And when the repressed magic power intertwined with the negative emotions of the children, they were firmly suppressed in the bottom of their hearts. Some children chose to remain silent in fear, while others broke out in silence.
The chaotic magic power combined with negative emotions suddenly transforms into a strange and uncontrollable energy when encountering violent emotional fluctuations.
Some wizarding scholars believe that it is also a kind of black magic, because it has all the characteristics required to be defined as black magic; while other wizarding scholars believe that it can only be regarded as a relatively negative magical phenomenon. Just like the generation of dementors, good and evil cannot be defined in black and white.
But now, someone obviously wants to take this weird and powerful power into his own hands, turn the uncontrollable idea into controllable, and use it to accomplish some ulterior purposes.
If you want to fully control this power, it is obviously more appropriate to start with its carrier.
Maca could easily imagine that the other party rushed ahead of the magic school again and again, searching around for these children who had experienced magic runaways, and locked them in this mirrored cage.
The upper floor here has a comfortable and warm living environment; while the lower floor is an eerie underground prison.
While experiencing heaven and hell repeatedly, add the same psychological induction, and constantly experiment and adjust to achieve the expected goal.
What was born in this way was a deformed life like Joshua who had great power but was fragile inside.
...There is no more uninteresting research project.
Maca opened the mouth of the child in front of him, took out a bottle of potion for wound healing, and poured it in.
The child obviously didn't give in, that's why after receiving a potentially fatal injury, the master didn't intend to treat him.
If it was this child, it is unknown what useful information might be learned from him. While waiting for the injury to gradually recover, Maca stood up, turned and walked towards the girl on the other side.
Don't be afraid, can you talk to me for a while?
Maca didn't open the door immediately, but stood in the aisle outside to speak. With a metal fence between the two sides, it might give the girl some negligible sense of security.
Even if this sense of security must be extremely limited, it is still much better than face-to-face.
Or how about escaping with me? He smiled, Of course, if you want.
The girl didn't make a sound, just stared at the ground in the corner, and would glance at him blankly every once in a while.
Like the child just now, this girl was wearing a tattered old dress, which was extremely thin and airy.
On her exposed skin, criss-cross scars abound, which makes people feel pity.
His dirty face was buried in the shadows, his dusty and blood-stained hair was tangled and knotted, and the dead grass was scattered on his shoulders and back, exuding a sour smell all over his body.
Of course, the place itself doesn't taste good.
Don't you want to leave here? After a while, Maca asked again.
Following his words, the girl visibly shrank even 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 speak up. Maca said as softly as possible.
Please...help...me. The girl seemed to be trying her best to agitate her parched throat, spit out the intermittent words, and the broken syllables made it difficult for people to understand her meaning.
……OK.
Maca stared at her for a while, and when her eyes slowly met his own, Maca nodded slightly.
There was another click, and Makara opened the iron gate, walked slowly to her side, knelt down and touched the top of her head. Although the long hair was full of stains, how could he care about these.
No, to be honest, if you have to dig deeper, the ingredients used to make potions are much more disgusting than this!
Can I walk by myself? Maca asked.
The girl nodded timidly, but quickly shook her head again, her still clear eyes looked at the chains on her ankles.
Maca raised his staff and tapped it casually, and the heavy iron ring around his ankle cracked.
Come on, let's go save the others—
As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the aisle outside. In this dungeon, there are still some people who were abandoned here, most of them are dying children.
Behind him, the girl looked at the shattered shackles on the ground, and an inexplicable vitality appeared in her eyes. She looked up at the back of the figure who had already walked outside the fence gate, and quickly followed up with bare feet.
