Chapter 1682 Sure Enough, a Fight Broke Out

"You want my demon body? No, McLean, I think my concession is big enough. You can't even take this most satisfying result away from me-in order to get it, I even almost I was backbited by the demon, and almost lost half of my soul permanently, do you understand?"

Faced with Maca's "excessive" demands, Haierbo finally became annoyed. He stood there waving his only remaining left arm, loudly talking about the thrills and difficulties of obtaining this demon body, as if he was accusing Maca of the cruelty of such a request.

Seeing how he was questioning Maca loudly, if someone who didn't know happened to see it, they might really think that he was being unfairly treated!

"Hairbo," Maca said calmly after watching him speak plausibly, "You put a lot of effort into it, and I can agree with that, after all, I also watched you get it all the way. It's. But I want to ask you, how do you count those innocent lives that died in your ceremony because you needed a large number of souls?"

Just as he was talking, Maka slightly recalled, pointing at Haier as if he remembered something, and said:

"By the way, speaking of it...do you still remember the woman you chose to be the 'core' of this demonic body? What is her name?"

Maca's question really caught Haierbo's mind.

Yes, the demon summoning ceremony needs a living body as the core. However, since the key to this ritual lies in a large number of living souls, and the requirements for the core are not high, Haierbo just picked one at random and started.

Although it seemed that something unexpected happened in the middle, so that he took a little extra effort. But he couldn't remember the name of the witch who was regarded as the core.

No, maybe he just never asked because he really didn't care!

"Can't you tell? Do you need me, a 'bystander', to tell you?" Maca looked directly at Haierbo, and then shook his head after a while, "No, I don't think it's necessary, after all, you don't I never thought about knowing—I guess, you probably can’t even remember the name of the man you killed for her, right?"

"Ok?"

Hearing that Maca pulled out another character from that "core", Haierbo couldn't help frowning and asked:

"Her man? Killed by me? Should I remember?"

"Humph,

Maca sneered and said, "Yes!" Isn't it one of the many 'apprentices' you pretended to accept back then? You really don't need to remember all of them. After all, you didn't really regard them as your apprentices! "

After Maca's "reminder", Haierbo finally seemed to recall a little bit of detail, and nodded a little bit suddenly and said:

"Oh, it's the one named 'Martin'? I remember... well, yes, he is a guy with a bit of backbone. It's a pity that his problem is knowing that he is weak, but at the same time dare not be ashamed Resisting within his means—then he lost his life because of this, but who can he blame?"

"Of course it's your fault" - Maca wanted to say this sentence, but before he could say it, he swallowed it back into his stomach again.

It is meaningless to say such words to Hai Erbo, who has extremely extreme personal ideas but only believes in himself.

"Hairbo," Maka pouted and looked at the other party, "That's why I don't believe that you will choose to compromise, choose a truce and negotiate... because someone like you doesn't care about other people's lives at all. Guy, it is impossible to live peacefully forever. Maybe you still need time to recuperate your injuries and do research, but sooner or later you will break the agreement and bring more trouble to the world."

After Hai Erbo listened to Maca's words, he seemed to nod his head and said:

"Well, so what?"

...

To be honest, on this trip to London to meet with Hai Erbo, Maca actually hoped that the truce could be negotiated successfully.

During this period of time, he has been really tired, so tired that he can't remember the last time he was able to sleep happily and without worries.

Back then, he was a person who especially liked to stay in bed. He probably never thought that he would have such a long-term dependence on refreshing potions to replace sleep.

However, it is probably impossible for Haierbo to give up everything. No one can say what the ending of this trip to London for the appointment will end up.

Just like Enns right now, although he is sitting in the largest tent in the camp, drinking tea and eating pies that the witch in charge got from somewhere, with a book of French wizards spread out in front of him. The magazine looks full of leisure and comfort.

But in fact, his mind is full of guesses about what will happen after Maca and Haierbo meet.

Of course, Ens wasn't worried about Maca - he had been fighting with Haierbo for so long, and he had just caused a serious injury to him not long ago, so he didn't think Maca would just die like this at all.

What Erns thought was essentially his own business.

Why did that image appear in that mirror? What exactly is that stone box containing? Judging from the fact that the characters engraved on it were the ancient Anglo-Saxon characters he knew, it should be the period when the four founders of Hogwarts were active in terms of age.

So, is that stone box related to the trials he experienced back then?

As the heir recognized by Slytherin, and as the first person to enter the Hufflepuff Chamber and obtain Helga's last letter, Ernes naturally combined the stone box engraved with ancient English with a series of his own. Experiences are linked together.

It's a pity that he didn't know that there was actually a vertical cave under Hufflepuff's chamber of secrets, so all this was just his random guess anyway.

"Oh," thinking about it, Ens couldn't help but put down the pie in his hand and sighed, "Didn't Slytherin leave anything else behind? It would be great if there was another magic notebook." !"

While muttering like this, he couldn't help but took out Slytherin's silver snake staff, leaned on the back of the chair and played with it absent-mindedly.

However, just a few minutes later, an astonishing explosion suddenly sounded from outside the tent, causing him to jump up from his chair.

"As a result, did they still fight?"

Thinking of this, Ensi hurriedly ran out of the tent.