Chapter 1359 What Kind of Joke

Maca guessed right after all.

The current Haierbo is far from capturing the demon's body. He can control this body to walk in front of Maca step by step, which is already close to the limit.

It's a pity that for Maca, guessing right or wrong doesn't seem to make any difference.

"Mr. Stewart, go!"

When Maka noticed that Haierbo's characteristic expression disappeared from that black face, and a pair of deep black eyes gradually glowed with indifference, his first reaction was to leave here immediately.

Haierbo's purpose was to drive the two of them away from here, and whether it was the bluff at the beginning, or the broken pot after finding out that he had not deceived Maca, it was a way to drive the two of them away.

Because of this, Maka knew that whether she guessed Haierbo's mind correctly or not, it didn't make any difference in essence - she was going to run away anyway.

But this time, at least Stuart seemed to have finally realized the seriousness of the matter. After all, the shadow magic that he was proud of at first was easily exposed by Hai Erbo just now.

Can he really hide from the opponent's attack by hiding in the shadows?

Now facing the sudden change in Haierbo's expression, Stuart was far less determined than he had shown at the beginning.

Therefore, when Maca reminded him, he immediately followed Maca's footsteps and ran quickly.

"Don't stop, don't stop until you leave the area covered by the fog!" Maca said, "Concentrate on running, and leave it to me later."

It has to be said that Maca's reaction is still very fast.

Just after Hai Erbo voluntarily let go of his control over the body, the will of the real devil took control of the body again. Although Haierbo's actions would slow down his ability to seize the demon's body, since he could not control his body for the time being, he might as well leave the job of driving Maca to the demon.

But it was the sudden switch of control over the body between the two, which was discovered by Maca in a very timely manner.

"boom!"

Not long after Stuart ran away, the demon had completely taken over the body, and rushed towards Maca, who deliberately slowed down, at a terrifying speed.

that punch

It was dodged by Maca at the same astonishing speed.

"Call God for protection."

Before leaving London, he had already found this way of fighting that could at least delay the time. When the silver eagle flew towards the opponent, Maca took a moment to look back. , confirmed that Stuart had run away.

"Fortunately, although this guy is stubborn, he is not stupid."

After muttering something secretly, Maca turned around and continued to deal with the demon's attack seriously.

...

Not long after Stuart left London and the range of the fog, he saw another figure rushing out of the gray fog, rushing towards him quickly.

Maca came out naturally, and he certainly didn't look very good, because when he was entangled with the demon just now, he was splashed with dust and gravel by several explosions he made himself.

"Mr. Stewart, are you all right?"

Fortunately, Maca, who had some coping experience this time, was not in his hands like last time, and he was still in good spirits after resting for three hours just now. After leaving another rather fierce battle, he was still in the mood to ask about Stuart's situation first.

"I'm fine," Stuart said, looking at Maca who was panting slightly, "And, it seems that I should be the one to ask you, right?"

"Oh, maybe!"

Maca patted the dust off his body, glanced at the mist behind him, and then shook his head slightly.

"So, Mr. Stewart, I believe you have already seen it—that kind of guy cannot be dealt with by ordinary means."

"Yes, although I haven't really tried it, I can already understand it from Hai Erbo's words." Stuart said a little silently, "To be honest, this is the first time I have seen someone other than our family members People know the mysteries of the 'shadow magic' passed down from generation to generation in our family."

"About this, I don't think you need to be too surprised," Maca shrugged immediately when he heard this, "You know, Haile Boben is an ancient wizard, and your family's 'shadow magic' is obviously also directly Inherited from a branch of ancient magic... that guy would know, no wonder."

Just as he was speaking, Maca waved his hand suddenly, then turned around and said:

"Mr. Stewart, I think we should leave as soon as possible! After you disappeared, your teammates were very anxious. I am afraid that if we are late, they should run over to find you by themselves!"

"yes?"

Stuart nodded, but then said:

"Of course, but before that...McLean, we have come out now, so can we talk about the previous topic?"

Obviously, Stuart is still thinking about the matter of confessing his relatives, even if he encounters changes, it doesn't make him forget his original intention.

In a way, this guy really has a big heart.

"Uh," Maca couldn't help but paused when he heard the words, and then reluctantly nodded, "Okay! Then... since the husband will talk to me about my life experience, it means that my past must have happened to you. Have you figured it out already?"

"Indeed, I have done some research," Stuart nodded immediately, "I came from an ordinary Muggle family, and I have never been exposed to the wizarding world since I was a child, including your parents... At least on the surface, it looks like this."

"So--"

"No, listen to me first," Stuart interrupted, "Leaving aside the past so long ago, at least I suspect that you are my son, there are other reasons."

Having said that, he paused for a while, and then continued:

"I don't know how much you know about my Stewart family, but I think I can tell you—one of my ancestors was Salazar Slytherin."

"Oh, yes, I know something about this," Maca nodded. "Your maternal line comes from the Gaunt family. I have seen this in the directory of the Hogwarts library."

"That's right," Stuart continued immediately, "and because of this...McLean, I actually have reason to doubt whether you are the heir of Slytherin—"

"Huh?" Maca was taken aback for a moment, "Mr. Stewart, where did your 'doubt'... come from?"

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