Chapter 820 Then I'll Let You Go!

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

In the second floor of the underground secret room of Werther's mansion, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded, passing by the ears of two Werther family members who were waiting outside.

I will convey it to the Patriarch.

One of them bowed immediately, and then raised his legs and walked towards the stairs outside. As for the other one, he still stood outside the door of the stone room and did not dare to move, but couldn't help sneaking a glance into the stone room.

With just a quick glance, he retracted his gaze, straightened his back and stood firmly on his feet again. It's just that the scene at that moment just now has been deeply imprinted in his mind.

call--

He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed out as softly as possible.

Since the old Patriarch left this secret room, how many people have been sent in?

Five, or ten? Or maybe twenty?

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

And those who were sent into this stone room today were just some insignificant people who were temporarily sent out by the old Patriarch to arrest them.

But when he found that the number of people sent in was gradually increasing and there was still no tendency to stop, even though he thought he was not a good person, he couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.

What's going on there?

This is 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 person occupying the old Barno's body was doing.

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

On the floor of the stone room, there were people lying all over the place in a mess. Those men and women were obviously not breathing, scattered like pieces of discarded toys.

There were no bloody limbs as expected, nor any hideous and terrifying faces, only the cold air seemed to be meaningfully depicting the creepy silence.

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

Just when he withdrew his eyes and returned to the posture standing against the wall, a pair of eyes inside suddenly opened, and he glanced towards the door of the secret room expressionlessly.

That young man, the seals made this time are much stronger than the ones in the underground palace... Hmph, is it a very novel magic circle?

Hai Erbo muttered to himself calmly.

Since that's the case, let's leave the Devouring Mirror to you for the time being...

...

Miss Miriam, are you sure that the volume of Summoning of Abatel and the rest are still in the hands of your 'Grandpa Lavin'?

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

As Miriam said, the effect of Veritaserum has completely dissipated, and Maca has no plans to use it again. But he was still asking questions one after another, which made Millie feel at ease and secretly puzzled.

However, what made her feel most relieved now was that Maca didn't lead her to say some things that should not be said just now.

For example, the detailed location of the boss at present; another example, the specific task content of Asa's side.

Well, although she has already roughly told all the experiences she has lived up to now... You must know that even if Asa, or even the boss asks about some things, she will never say them.

Even these things are actually mostly irrelevant past events.

Oh, no, Maca said with a casual smile, I can believe what you say... You see! I'm still here to chat with you, isn't this the best proof? ?”

Miriam pursed her lips and leaned against the wall of the alleyway,

Even if the beautiful clothes are stained, they don't care. She just glanced at Maca one more time, then turned her head away again.

What are you doing here? I wish you could leave as soon as possible! She said angrily.

But Maca, who was also leaning against the brick wall, smiled lightly and shook his head.

You want me to go? Are you sure? He raised his eyebrows and said, If I leave now, there is only one place to go—do you still expect me to go to the gate of the Werther family to guard that Mr. Asa?

If you want to go, then go... No, you are not allowed to go! Miriam changed her words somewhat awkwardly, but unexpectedly, the more she said, the more she felt something was wrong.

Logically speaking, Maka is her and Yasa's enemy.

But when Maca guessed that they were going to win over the Werther and Augustine families to deal with her, she was still able to talk to her so casually, which made her quite puzzled.

And now, she actually said such childish remarks as don't go that made people laugh.

I, I mean... what do you mean? Miriam suddenly turned her head again, staring at Maca as if a little annoyed, You neither killed my enemy, nor did you kill me. The heir of the Augustinian family on the ground, you don't even go to Asaph's side-

I said, Maka spread her hands and interrupted her, do you really want me to sabotage your companion's actions?

I'm asking you, what are you thinking! Miriam suddenly bit her lower lip, and couldn't help but said, Or, do you just want to humiliate me in this way!

Her voice spread in this deserted alley, until it reached a place deeper than here. Obviously, she shouted this sentence a little too loudly.

Hush—— Maca motioned her to lighten, but then smiled noncommittally, If you think I'm humiliating you... Well, I don't mind if you think so.

Looking at Maca's indifferent face and the faint smile on his face, Miriam couldn't help but feel disgusted. But at the next moment, as if she was recalling something, her face suddenly became subtle again.

Could it be... are you sympathizing with my life experience?

Maka probably didn't expect her to say such a sentence, so she was startled for a moment.

Yes, the life of this Miss Miriam is indeed very sad, but how can there be no such pitiful and deplorable lives in this world?

Not to mention others, Maca's own fate was full of twists and turns. Even when he reached Hogwarts, the road was full of ups and downs.

It is somewhat difficult for him to sympathize with other people's life experience.

However, in the eyes of Maca at the moment, this may be a more plausible excuse, isn't it?

I think you must have guessed more than once that Voldemort is the murderer who caused your parents to disappear. He thought about it suddenly, and there was a touch of pity in his eyes, When he was resurrected before, you didn't go to Have you found him?

resurrection?

Miriam's eyes widened when she heard the words, her surprised expression was as if she had heard about it for the first time.

When? How could he—

Oh, so you don't know?

As far as Maca is concerned, this is a small surprise.

However, after a burst of astonishment, Millie Anfu forced herself to calm down again.

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

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

Can the enemy's words be trusted?

She is not the inexplicable Maca McLean 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 indifferently, staring at Maca, but I don't want to know either.

After saying this, she seemed to think for a while before saying firmly:

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

Yes, I fell into your hands today, which proves that I am far from strong enough... But if you still want to use this method to deceive me, it will never succeed!

So, either let me go, or... kill me now!

Hearing these words, Maca was very helpless, but saw him straighten up from the brick wall he was leaning against, patted his back casually, and then walked to Miriam in front of him.

He also looked directly into the other person's eyes, and asked each word after a while:

What makes you think that I'm the kind of person who kills me if I disagree with you?

This sentence really stopped Miriam.

To be honest, her understanding of Maca is just like Maca's understanding of her not long ago, which are mostly superficial things.

Maca's name is obviously much louder than hers, but those are just the impressions other people have of him. And isn't this kind of public impression something that can be shaped at will?

Therefore, Miriam has always believed that this Maca McLean is probably the same as some people in this world, the kind who does despicable things under the banner of benevolence and righteousness.

Otherwise, at his age, would he be able to create such a great reputation in the global magic world?

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

I don't care what kind of person you are, she snorted suddenly, I'm just on a mission, and you are my enemy. I'll just ask you one question—are you going to kill me or let me go? me?

Seeing that she finally started to be unreasonable, Maca had no choice but to take a step back with an unclear smile.

It's about time, he calculated the time, then raised his head and continued, Okay! Since you insist on asking...

Then I'll let you go!

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