Chapter 404: The Silent and the Mark of Death

() The seemingly humble shed in the western section of Jackson Trade Plaza.
Probably to prevent people from seeing the light, the only two windows in the house were also strictly covered by curtains. Even so, the shack only had an oil lamp with a weak flame.
The faint light does not disperse the darkness, which makes this room spooky.
At the little round table illuminated slightly by oil lamps, there were two ordinary men and a woman who looked unremarkable. These two people seem to be in their early twenties, and at most they will not be more than thirty years old. It is reasonable to say that they are the active age in soundness.
Somehow, although they were talking, the tone of their speech was faintly gloomy.
"... What to do? We can't find the target everywhere, should we ... go home and report the situation to the owner?" The woman said softly, looking a little upset.
"No, we can't just go back like this ... find it ... find it ..." Although the man seemed older, he appeared to be more timid than the woman, "otherwise the master would use our whip to pump us Yes ... no ... definitely not ... "
As soon as the woman heard the word "whip", she was shocked and habitually lifted her nails. For a moment, there was an unpleasant "click" sound in the quiet shed.
"... Where should we look for?" After a while, the woman retracted her fingers and said to herself, "Mike, they haven't come back yet ... have they encountered that horrible spider?"
"No, no ... didn't we also escape?" The man shook his head vigorously. "Although the big spider is very powerful, there is still no way for us to move completely ... We can escape if we give up some power . "
"Then why ... why can't they?" The woman took a deep breath, then started biting her nails again.
Because of her habit of relieving mental stress, her nails have been pinched. Not only that, but almost every fingertip is covered with new wounds and old wounds, which looks quite scary.
"Let's look for it again ... anywhere ..." The man narrowed his neck and said, "Can't stay here anymore and wait, at noon tomorrow, we have to go back ... look for ... Look again ... "
"Wait a minute ..." The woman suddenly covered her chest, and a little cold sweat oozed from her forehead. "Time is coming ..."
"Ah ... um ..." Following her, the man subconsciously touched his chest, and nodded silently.
In the dimness of the shack, the pair of men and women quieted again, only the "clicking" sound of the woman biting her nails from time to time, still echoing inside.
Time passed by little by little, and they hadn't completed the task till now, but now they could only tremble on the stool as if waiting for death.
At 3 am New York time.
The two, who had been waiting for something silently with their eyes closed, suddenly tightened their muscles, and clung to their chests almost at the same time.
Their faces gradually twisted, their mouths groaned with depressive growls, and their breathing became short and heavy.
If you look closely, you may be able to see that under the light of the dim light, every part of their forehead, back of their hands, between their necks and exposed skin is bruised. Their sweat slid down their chins along their cheeks, then dripped drop by drop.
They seem to be enduring extreme pain!
But even so, they still dare not make much sorrow, they are constantly restraining themselves, just not to reveal their hiding place.
Because they know that if they are accidentally exposed, what is waiting for them will be endless punishment. To them, the master's whip is ten thousand times more terrible than the pain of this regular attack!
Ten minutes later, the two collapsed weakly on the dusty, dirty ground, but they didn't care. They were just thinking-there are only nine hours left until noon tomorrow!
After just a little slowing, they immediately got up and took off their heads from the shelves on the side. After the cape was fastened, they blew out the oil lamps and hurriedly walked towards the door of the shack.
"I'm going to the North and East Districts, you search here first, then go to the South District-" The women roughly assigned the search area, and then they started to act separately.
...
On the other side, Maca, who was also searching for Sirius, had sent out all the alienated eight-eyed giant spiders that remained with him.
And he was not idle himself, but went from house to house with the little ones.
However, when he turned into an Animagus form of a hummingbird and emerged from the chimney of one family, he did not continue to fly to another family as before, but stayed in the air for several seconds .
Immediately afterwards, he rushed straight in one direction without hesitation.
In an alley not far from the house just now, he saw a figure covered with a cape, and ran towards the other side of the alley sneakily.
He was familiar with the magic reaction of that figure, but although he was familiar, he almost missed it.
That kind of weird magic wave is too hidden! If he hadn't been paying attention since just now, maybe he would really let the other party slip under his eyelids.
After following for a while in the form of Animagus, Maca quietly landed on the roof of a house and turned into a humanoid shape again. Then he put a magic spell on himself, and quickly caught up.
He still doesn't know how to change the silent person in the form of black mist back into human shape, so he can only use a sneak attack before the other party notices it.
The man didn't run very fast, he quickly caught up with the opponent after a few quick steps, and decisively threw a fairly strong whole body restraint spell on the man.
The curse came into effect, and even when the other side was stiff, he fell silently in the dark alley without any time to respond.
"... When it hasn't turned into black mist, is the resistance to magic spells the same as ordinary people?" Maca hurried forward, turned the man lying on the ground, and lifted it open. The other's hood, "... woman?"
The woman could not move even one finger under the curse of the whole body. Only the pair of eyes could move. Maca didn't hesitate any more, even when she cast a spell of devotional magic into her eyes.
But just for a moment, he immediately frowned and shook his head subconsciously.
"What the is this?" Maka whispered, frowning.
This woman didn't practice brain-enclosing surgery, and his devotion took effect--probably.
Yes, Maca can only use the word "probably", because when he read each other's memory, he felt a large block of chaos and unspeakable pain and fear.
Receptive mindfulness is not just a matter of flipping through the memory of others. It also allows the practitioner to empathize with the emotions and emotions of the subject.
What Maca felt from the head of the woman who was lying on the ground was a kind of vague and distorted chaos, and the fear of deep into the bone marrow.
That feeling almost occupied most of the woman's heart, making it difficult for Maca to read clearer memories.
And the clearest picture obtained by Maca through this photo-taking is a dark dungeon full of sorrows, and a silhouette of a figure hiding his upper body in darkness.
"... So, is this really the case?" Maca narrowed her eyes and thoughtfully said, "But who would that person be? Greenward's remaining party? A firm supporter? An excellent researcher. ? "
He lowered his head again and again, took out the vomiting agent and poured some into the woman's mouth, then extended his staff and waved gently toward the other person's face.
"Answer me, where is Sirius Black?"
"……do not know."
"What are you doing here?"
"Search for Sirius Black."
"Do you have any companions in this operation? Where are they all?"
"There were a total of four people in this operation. Joshua is now searching in the Western District. Mike and Andrew are still missing."
"Why hunt Sirius Black?"
"This is an order."
"Where is your stronghold?"
Maca kept asking questions one after another, but when he asked about their stronghold, the woman froze under the effect of the real medicine.
Although she kept opening and closing her mouth, there was only a murmur of "giggle" in her throat, and it seemed that some kind of fear from the soul was trying to prevent her from telling the truth.
"I ask again, where is your stronghold?"
"in--"
Maca frowned and repeated the problem again ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I never thought that the other person just barely squeezed a word out of her mouth, and then her eyes were immediately rounded, and a hoarse growl came from her throat .
And her face became distorted again, and seemed to be enduring great pain.
At this moment of abnormal appearance, Makar felt some kind of magic wave from black magic. And the source of those weird waves is--
"... chest."
There was no time for him to avoid anything, he quickly unbuttoned the other's cloak and the button on the outer robe, and then forcibly pulled the collar of the shirt inside.
On the skin of the other person's chest full of scars, a deep imprinting pattern was exuding a dark black-purple light. And around that imprint, a large number of dark red veins extended from it, revealing a vicious atmosphere.
"The mark of the Deathly Hallows," Marka stared at the imprint, staring at it secretly, "... what is Greenward planning?"