Chapter 820: Then I let you go!

"It's almost time, call that‘ Asa ’!

A familiar and unfamiliar voice rang out in the second floor of the basement of the Wit's House, passing by the ears of two Wit family members who were waiting outside.
"I'll convey it to the owner."
One of them immediately owed himself, and then raised his leg toward the stairs outside. The other one was still standing outside the door of Shishi, but he couldn't help but glance into Shishi secretly.
With only a quick glance, he closed his gaze and straightened his back to stand on his heels. It was just that momentary picture, but it was deeply imprinted in his mind.
"call--"
He closed his eyes tightly and sighed as lightly as possible.
How many people have been sent in since the homeowner left this back room?
Five, or ten? Or maybe twenty?
He did not count, and did not have the interest to count at all ... In fact, he did not feel like it at first, after all, in this black market almost every day people will lose their lives for various reasons.
Today, those who were sent to this stone room were just insignificant people who were temporarily sent out by their homeowners.
But when he found that the number of people sent in gradually increased, and there was still no tendency to stop at all, even though he was not a good person, he couldn't help but have a chill in his heart.
What exactly happened there?
This is why he just couldn't help but want to glance at it.
But now, he did see it, but still didn't understand what the man who had occupied Old Bano's body was doing.
Or, why did that guy want to kill so many people?
On the floor of the stone room, there were people lying on the ground. The men and women were clearly out of breath, scattered as if they were abandoned toys.
There is no blood stump and no horrible face as expected, and only the cold air seems to portray the creepy deathly silence.
And he, who had been outside the door from the beginning, didn't even know how those people died.
Just as he drew his eyes back to the posture of standing against a wall, the eyes inside opened suddenly and he glanced blankly at the door of the secret room.
"That young man, the seals made this time are much more reliable than those in the underground palace ... Huh, is it a novel magic circle?"
Haierbo quietly murmured quietly.
"In this case, let the Mirror of Devour be left to you for the time being ..."
...
"Miss Million, are you sure that the volume of the Abbot's Summoning Book is the rest, and the rest is still in the hands of your 'Grand Raven'?"
"Anyway, the medicinal effect has passed now, you may not believe what I said ... Also, you are not allowed to call the boss by that name!"
As Million said, the effect of the elixir has completely dissipated, and Maca has no plans to use it again. But he was still asking questions one after another, which made Millie's mind secretly puzzled.
However, what relieved her most now was that Maca hadn't guided her to say something that should not have been said just now.
For example, the detailed location where the boss is currently located; for example, the specific task content of Yassah.
Well, although she has said almost everything she has lived to this day ... You know, even if Asaph, or even the boss asks her, she will never say it.
Even these things are, in fact, mostly insignificant past events.
"Oh no," Maca smiled casually, "I can believe whatever you said ... You see! I'm still here to chat with you, isn't that the best proof? ? "
Millian pursed her lips and leaned against the wall of the alleyway, even if she was dirty with beautiful clothes. She just glanced at Maca again, and then turned her head away again.
"What to stay for? I can't wait for you to leave quickly!" She said angrily.
But Maca, who was also leaning against the brick wall, smiled and shook her head.
"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 squat the Mr. Asa at the door of the Witt family?"
"If you want to go then ... no, don't go!" Millian changed her awkwardly, but unexpectedly, the more she said, the more she felt wrong.
In theory, Makako is her and Asaph's enemy.
But when Maca guessed that they wanted to win over the two families of Wit and Augustine to deal with themselves, she could still talk to her so carelessly, which made her quite confused.
Now, she even makes such a childish remark that she is "not allowed to go".
"I, I mean ... what exactly do you mean?" Millian turned her head again suddenly, staring at Maca with a little embarrassment and anger, "You neither killed my enemy nor killed me. The heir of this Augustine family on the ground, you do n’t even go to Asaph— "
"I said," Maca spread her hands, interrupting her. "Do you want me to spoil your companion's actions?"
"I'm asking you, what are you thinking about!" Millian suddenly bit her lower lip and couldn't help but, "Or do you just want to humiliate me this way!"
Her voice spread out in this uninhabited alley, and spread to a deeper place than here. Obviously, she did say a little too loudly.
"Shh-" Maca motioned for her to lighten, but then smiled uncritically, "If you think I'm insulting you ... well, I don't mind you thinking about it that way."
Looking at Maca's indifferent face and the seemingly insignificant smile on her face, Millian couldn't help feeling a distaste. But the next moment, she seemed to remember something, and her face suddenly became subtle again.
"Is it possible ... are you sympathizing with my life?"
Probably Maca didn't expect that she would say such a word, and she suddenly hesitated.
Yes, this Miss Millian's life is indeed very sad, but has there ever been a life that is pathetic and pathetic?
Regardless of others, Maca's own fate is bizarre enough. Even in Hogwarts, the journey is bumpy.
It's a little bit tough to get him to sympathize with the lives of others.
But in Maca's view right now, this may be a more reasonable excuse, isn't it?
"I think you must have guessed more than once that Voldemort is the murderer that caused your parents to disappear strangely," he thought for a moment, and in the eyes immediately added a touch of compassion. "When he was resurrected before, you did not Did you find him? "
"resurrection?"
Upon hearing that, Millian's eyes widened at once, and the expression of wonder was as if she had heard it for the first time.
"When? How could he--"
"Oh, you don't know?"
As far as Maca is concerned, this is a small surprise.
However, after a while of astonishment, Millie Ann forced herself to calm down again.
To her, the sad past of her childhood had faded with the news of Voldemort's death. Even now, when she recalls it, there is only a slight void left.
That's right, if she knew that Voldemort was still alive, she would try to avenge her parents and herself. But what she was told now was Marka's obvious "enemy."
Can the words of the enemy be believed?
She wasn't the inexplicable Maca McLean in front of her, and she would definitely not believe it if the enemy said it!
"Yes, I really don't know," Millian stared at Maca, her face indifferent, "but I don't want to know either."
After saying this, she seemed to think for a moment, and then she was firm and firm:
"Mr. McLean, I don't need your inexplicable 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 ~ EbookFREE.me ~, that will never succeed!"
"So let me go, or ... kill me now!"
Hearing these words, Marka was helpless, but saw him straight up from the brick wall he leaned on, patted his back, and walked towards Millian's side.
He also looked directly into each other's eyes and asked, word by word:
"What makes you think I'm the kind of killer who doesn't agree?"
This sentence, really asked Millian.
To be honest, what she knows about Maca is just like what Maca knew about her not so long ago, it's mostly superficial things.
Marka's name is obviously louder than hers, but those are the impressions others have made of him. And isn't this public impression all things that can be shaped at will?
Therefore, Millian always believed that this Maca McLean was, like some people in this world, the same kind of goods under the banner of "righteousness but humility".
Otherwise, at his age, can he make such a great reputation in the global magic world?
In fact, there are always some guys in the world who do not speculate on others with the greatest malicious intent, and there are actually many people who have the same idea as Millian.
"I don't care what kind of person you are," she snorted softly. "I'm just on a mission, and you are my enemy. I'll ask you a question-do you kill me or let me go? Got me? "
Seeing that she finally started to make no sense, Maca had to take a step back with an unexplained smile.
"It's almost time," he counted his time, and then he looked up and continued. "Okay! If you have to ask that ..."
"Then I let you go!"
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