Chapter 1690 Not Good

"...The bones and muscles of the whole body have suffered very serious injuries, but they should have taken the relevant potions in time, and they have recovered more than half of them now-it is precisely because of this that the owner said that Mr. McLean is not in danger of life. "

"So, the biggest problem now is the overdraft caused by excessive use of magic...and it's quite a serious one. I've given him vitality tonic just now, but obviously, so far there has been almost no see any effect."

Beside Maca's bedside, Mrs. Michel, the current therapist of the Bulova family, is telling everyone about her diagnosis.

Mrs. Michelle is a senior therapist. In terms of treatment level, she is absolutely no worse than any therapist in St. Mungoire in the past. But from the looks of it, she also seemed to be a little helpless with Maca who was in a coma.

To be honest, Mrs. Michelle, who traveled around the world to increase her treatment experience when she was young, has experienced quite a lot of patients, and it is not uncommon for her to encounter cases of fainting due to excessive casting of spells.

However, she had never even heard of a situation as serious as Maca.

You must know that everyone's body has a self-protection mechanism. Once it reaches a level beyond its own limit, that person will soon lose consciousness.

However, Maca's situation is different.

Although he also fell into a coma in the end, but before that, his spirit had already been overdrawn to the point that he had already exceeded the conventional limit.

Of course, if it is said that this is because of Maca's extremely strong willpower, it would also make sense. But the problem is that not only is his spiritual power extremely exhausted, but even his magic power is also exhausted to the point where there is almost no "drop" left.

In this case, such as vitality tonic, which is based on the magic power of the user, will naturally not be effective at all.

"Mrs. Michelle, the general situation has been understood, and I will trouble you."

After listening to the other party's analysis, Mr. Blois nodded at her——no matter where he is, "doctors" who cure diseases and save lives are always respected, and this applies even in Fort Blois .

After hearing what Blois said, Mrs. Michel also stood up clearly, and gave a slight salute:

"I am willing to serve the Patriarch, although I don't seem to be able to help much this time...then I will go out first."

The therapist who was in charge of diagnosing Maca left the room,

Only then did the group of friends gather around Maca's bed again, and each of them looked at his still pale face with worry.

"Mr. Blois, may I ask... is it Hai Erbo?"

The person who asked this sentence was Delphi. It's just that her question is actually no longer a question, she just wants to reconfirm it through Willy's father's answer.

Under the circumstances that no one knew when Maca would wake up, she, Delphi, would never spare Haierbo.

Even though, she's just a Muggle who can't even cast the Levitation Charm.

"Helbo..." Mr. Blois paused for a moment, and then said softly, "Aside from him, who else can push Mr. McLean into this situation?"

As someone who had just fought side by side with Maca, his answer was more of an exclamation.

It can be said that Bulova's strength can already be called the top of this era, but if Maca hadn't restrained Haierbo's actions for him before, and then resisted the giant fire snake, he guessed It is impossible to connect to Hai Erbo.

Even after that, although he did successfully complete the sealing magic, in the end when Maca was in a coma and he was the only one left at the scene, he realized that there was nothing he could do except take Maca away. arrive.

No matter what kind of magic it is, it can't cause any harm to Hai Erbo - even if the opponent has become an immobile target.

Knowing that the opponent would probably break free from the seal soon, Bulova had to rush back with Maca who had lost consciousness.

It must be said that the huge gap with Haierbo has made Blois wonder if something is wrong with this world?

After a long silence, Mr. Blois finally left Maca's room first, leaving a group of young people including his daughter Willie to accompany Maca silently.

And himself, as the head of the Bulova family, he must be busy next time.

"The seal can last for a few more hours at most... and the situation after that is completely unknown."

Talking to himself in this way, Mr. Blois straightened his collar casually, and quickly left the tower along the stairs not far away.

...

Maca had a dream, a dream that made him feel very nostalgic.

In this dream, he still lives in the attic of the bar on the east side of Torpoint, leaving late every day and returning early, living a life of day and night upside down.

To be honest, such days are actually very tiring, and the heavy humidity of the port city makes the bedding damp all year round. Even if he only sleeps during the drier days, it is difficult to completely eliminate the fatigue accumulated all night.

And this dream seemed surprisingly real, because he did feel a deep exhaustion that seemed to linger.

It wasn't until he came down from the attic and greeted Uncle Anglo, who was marinating fish in the back kitchen of the bar and doing pre-opening work, that he was greeted by the girl in pink lace in his dream. "Uncle Anglo", who was wearing a traditional wizard robe and waving a wand to cook this unknown meal, woke up with a start.

"Oh!"

Maca, who opened her eyes suddenly, startled Hermione and the others who had been guarding the bed—maybe it was because Mrs. Michelle's helpless appearance aggravated everyone's uneasiness, but they didn't expect it , Maca woke up much earlier than they expected.

"Maka, are you... all right?"

Hearing Hermione's inquiry, Maca, who still had the bearded man dressed as a woman in his mind, finally put it behind him and turned his head to look with some difficulty.

"Well, it's okay——" Maca was saying this, but he soon sighed again, "I want to say that, but unfortunately...with my current appearance, it won't be convincing, right?"

"Maka!" Willie pursed her lips and called him with some complaints.

Seeing this, Maca could only smile helplessly after looking around at so many faces beside the bed.

"The situation is very bad," he said frankly after all, "although I finally came back whole - thanks to your father, but next..."

As he spoke, he could only shake his head weakly.

"...my strength may not recover in a short time."