Chapter 1751 "Why?"

It is of course possible to ask Maca for help. In fact, Maca was already trying to help them just now.

After all, it was obvious that Maca would not want to see too many innocent people die in front of him if he could do his best.

However, before he actually went to help them solve the problem of the two living corpses, he seemed to have some more important questions in his mind that needed to be dealt with first.

"Misses," Maca said, looking at Safina and her sister Ursula in the carriage, "it's fine to help, but before that... as mentioned before, the old Davidson It should be near...there, right?"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked towards the area where the lightning fell.

"Yes," Ursula in the carriage quickly confirmed his guess, "In fact, we have a secret stronghold in that block, and underneath that stronghold is a small wizard prison. It is necessary At that time, we would lock some members who seriously violated the organization's regulations... and after we brought Davidson back, we locked him there."

"So it's obvious," Maca said immediately, "The target of the two high-level zombies should be Davidson—I'm going to meet him first."

"Well... of course," Ursula hesitated, "but... although it may seem a little too much for us, Mr. McLean, why don't you deal with those two enemies first? Your strength should be fine, right?"

Maca couldn't help but shrugged when he heard this.

"That's right," he said frankly, "Even if I'm not in a good state, it's really not difficult to 'get' them away from here. Unfortunately, if I do that, I won't be able to come back ... The reason for this is very complicated, so I won’t explain it to you.”

"In short," Maca said after a short pause at this point, "tell me the way to enter that prison! I'll go to him earlier to finish my conversation, and less people will die here, right?"

Since Maca didn't want to explain in too much detail, Ursula certainly had nothing to do with him, and the time was really tight... There was only a slight silence in the carriage, and Maca heard Ursula inside say:

"I want to go too."

As a prophet, what Ursula is doing so far is actually quite a failure. Although she made a prophecy that seemed to be very accurate, she failed to see the essence of the prophecy correctly, so that she made a series of meaningless actions.

However, her intentions were good.

"Mr. McLean," Ursula said earnestly, "I don't know if I can trouble you to take me there...I want to know how fate has corrected its trajectory...Is my prophecy true? Nothing has changed from what you said."

"Oh?"

From her words, Maca could hear the kindness in her heart and the sense of responsibility derived from her prophetic ability.

Startled slightly, Maca quickly nodded.

"Can."

"……thanks."

Before the words fell, accompanied by a soft "squeak", the door of the carriage that had never been opened was finally opened.

"Ursula!" "Mademoiselle?"

For Ursula's initiative to open the door, Safina and the maid Ms. Larson seemed very surprised. But when both of them let out a soft cry, Ursula's clearer voice came from the door again.

"It's okay," she said quietly, "compared to the suffering this disaster has brought to this world, my personal difficulties are nothing worth mentioning. Over the years, I have always been too hypocritical... Safina , you don’t need to come here, I’m sorry to bother Mr. McLean to take care of me alone, just wait here.”

When Ursula had finished speaking, Maca thought she would come out of the carriage. Unexpectedly, following him, he heard the other party speak slowly:

"Mr. McLean, it may be a bit difficult for you, but...can you help me? Maybe you can use a levitating spell on me..."

When she said this, her voice trembled slightly—she seemed very scared.

Maka looked at Safina and the maid Larson beside her, and saw that they all pursed their lips slightly and said nothing, and suddenly had some eyebrows about it.

"wait!"

Suddenly, Safina seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and suddenly took a step across and stood in front of the half-open carriage door.

"Ursula, you—"

"Get out of the way, Safina!" said Ursula to her sister, sighing softly. "We must lose no more time."

"But--"

"Mr. McLean," Ursula interrupted Safina again, and said quietly, "I'm ready."

"I see."

Maca just paused for a moment, then bypassed Safina and walked towards the door of the carriage that Ursula had opened from the inside.

"It's just, let's forget about the floating spell!" He said as he walked, "I can't use magic frequently at present, even if it's just a floating spell, it's better not to use it! So, maybe you can say it the other way——" It might be a little hard for you to come down, I hope you don't mind."

"what?"

Ursula listened, but before she could react, she saw the door of the carriage swing open. Immediately afterwards, a strange man walked into the carriage decisively.

"what!"

From doubt to shock to silence, it was only a moment, and Ursula closed her eyes in a panic. And at the same time, a look of surprise actually flashed across Maca's eyes.

In fact, judging from the previous performances, Maca knew that Ursula, who had always been hiding in the carriage, probably had some flaws. Just judging from the fluctuation of magic power, he didn't find much abnormality.

Ursula is a real prophet, she has great spiritual power, but other than that, she seems to be no different from ordinary people.

And it wasn't until now that she really saw Ursula's appearance that Maca confirmed what kind of problem she had.

"I have to say, it's pretty good that you survived."

"Uh……"

While Ursula was still trembling slightly with her eyes closed, she suddenly felt her whole body tighten, and then she left the soft mattress and came to a firm and warm place.

"Mr. McLean?"

She didn't dare to open her eyes, so she could only shrink her body and tremblingly said with her extremely small figure:

"why?"

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