Chapter 1680 Haierbo's Sincerity?

"Ens, during the time I'm in London, you just stay here and wait! Well... Maybe you think that I don't have the right to restrict your freedom, but... I hope you can understand me like this The reason for doing it. Then, for the sake of not treating you harshly, remember that no matter what, at least you must not step into the foggy area, understand?"

After exhorting Ens like this, Maca contacted Mr. Blois again, and learned that everything was fine with Luna, Hermione and other friends.

And after that, under the watchful eyes of many pairs of eyes, Maca resolutely walked out of the camp and went straight to the city of London, which was shrouded in gray mist like a mountain.

Ensi looked at his back, and for a moment, he actually showed a little expression of feeling worthless for him.

Needless to say, Ens naturally admired Maca's magical power, and even regarded Maca as his life goal all the time. However, Ensi has no desire for Maca's current position, because if he wants to be in Maca's position, the things he needs to bear are too heavy.

To be honest, Ence had actually repeatedly imagined that if the series of backhands left behind by Salazar Slytherin were all successful... probably, he, Ence Tahon, would also stand out because of this. attention. Coupled with the inheritance of the ancestor Slytherin, it is not impossible to become the second "Maka McClain".

However, up to now, even though he might be a little sorry for the lives that were sacrificed because of Haierbo's rebellion, Enns felt a little lucky that Slytherin's plan had failed.

Because, he doesn't want to be a big man with great responsibility at all.

"Mr. Taon?"

Hearing the witch in charge of the camp next to him call him, Ensi turned his head and looked at her.

"Ma'am, what's the matter?"

"Oh, sorry," the witch shook her head and said, "It's nothing...I just saw that you've been standing here for a few minutes, so...would you like to go in and have a cup of coffee?"

"Has it been this long?"

Hearing this, Ensi couldn't help but glanced at the gate of the camp, only to find that Maca's figure had already been engulfed by the fog in the distance, and he was completely invisible.

In this way, he could only nod his head and said:

"Okay! But... ma'am,

Don't know if there is tea here? I think you know, we Brits are still more used to drinking tea. "

"In England, do even kids your age like tea?"

"Ma'am, I'm no longer young..."

Perhaps it was because Maca did not allow them to enter the foggy area to investigate, so the wizards of the Bulova family stationed here had nothing to do most of the time in the past two days.

In other words, apart from regularly changing shifts and patrolling the surrounding area, they are basically idle!

"Mr. Ta Weng, do you want to play a game of wizard chess?"

"No."

...

Compared with Maca who was walking cautiously step by step in the mist, the atmosphere on Ensi's side seemed much more relaxed. Although, in Ensi's heart, he probably didn't welcome the other party at all.

Of course, as long as Ens doesn't come into this fog at will, that's enough for Maca.

At this moment, Maca was walking slowly along the street filled with gray fog, while carefully sensing the surrounding magic fluctuations from left to right, back and forth.

He originally thought that Haierbo would be waiting directly in the city center—and even if he wasn't there, at least the living corpses should be in this area. Therefore, he flew here directly after entering the foggy area.

However, when he came to this rather familiar street in the city center to take a look, he found that there was not even a single person.

Maca continued walking along the street, and because of the fog, he couldn't see far.

Therefore, he can only rely on the magical sensing ability that is somewhat wider than his field of vision, or simply rely on his past memories to judge where he is and where he should go next.

After Maka wandered around the seemingly deserted central London alone but found nothing, he decided to take another trip to the underground black market.

However, just as he was passing by on the London Bridge and was about to go to the entrance of the black market on the other side of the Thames, the figure that was so familiar to him finally appeared from the opposite side of the bridge and walked towards him.

"McLean, you seem... in good spirits?"

"Really? But why do I feel that I've been tired all day recently?"

Maca's tone was a bit unkind. After all, to be honest, he never had a good impression of Haier Boke. Even though the other side seems to be mainly preparing for peace talks on the truce this time, Maca doesn't feel that the guy on the other side really has the intention to stop the war.

Of course, the most important thing is that the other party's missing arm seems to have not recovered yet. This is what gives Maca enough confidence to gain the upper hand in terms of words.

The loss of an arm is of course nothing to Haierbo. The key point is that this proves that the trauma on the soul of the opponent is still unhealed-this has a considerable impact on his combat strength.

"Helbo," Maca paused for a while, and then said loudly to the opposite side, "I understand your 'invitation', and I have heard the truce intention you asked Ens to convey. But unfortunately, at least with you Judging from what I have done so far, I cannot agree to the request for a truce... and I dare not agree."

"Oh! McLean, look at me now!" Haier said, "What's more, now even what I have worked so hard to think of, has finally fallen into your hands... It must be said, I think it's obviously unlikely that I'll take it out of your hands."

After hearing this, Maca just curled her lips and said:

"So? Don't tell me you're going to give up?"

"Why can't you give up?" Haierbo spread his remaining hand lightly, looked at Maca and said, "Oh, okay! I know it's hard for you to believe it just by talking about it, but ...McLean, haven't you received my sincerity?"

"Your sincerity?"

Seeing Haierbo suddenly say "sincerity", Maca couldn't help but wonder—has Haierbo done him any favors recently? Could it be that it was just a matter of moving the fog from Kent to London without hurting anyone?

If he was really referring to this matter, Maca would have to let his dark, bald head bloom today.

Unexpectedly, Haierbo was also a little surprised and said:

"That's right! My 'sincerity'... the Devouring Mirror, hasn't there been any change on your side?"

When Maca heard this, he was stunned for a moment.