Chapter 1827 We Meet Again

It was the first time for Ursula to visit the ancient city of Winchester.

But obviously, since she was injured when she was a child, she rarely left the house, let alone England, and even the nearby Muggle town didn't know how many roads there were. It wasn't until the prophet's blood was awakened that she left the hometown where she grew up because of a certain sense of mission. She has visited more places in recent days than she has visited in her nearly twenty years of life.

However, the style and features of the ancient city of Winchester are indeed very rare. Even if the urban area agrees to be filled with annoying gray fog, the sense of historical vicissitudes of this ancient urban area is still invading within the range of sight. Let it out, let people feel endless aftertaste.

Ursula was held in the arms of the morbid doll, while secretly enduring the dull pain in her lower back caused by the long-term jolting, she still couldn't help raising her hood slightly, looking around silently.

It can be found that it seems to have rained here last night, and the streets and alleys are damp.

Maybe it's because the roads in this ancient city have experienced wind, frost, rain, snow, and people's practice for too long. Even if there are traces of repairs, there are still potholes everywhere. Now that it has rained, water has accumulated in those sunken places, and it looks more obvious.

"Miss Hohenheim, your shoes are all splashed."

While secretly rejoicing that she didn't have to wade and walk in this kind of place, Ursula couldn't help but kindly reminded the other party——before setting off to come here, the lady who can manipulate dolls finally told her name she.

In fact, although Ursula was kidnapped by the other party, she always felt that the other party was not a "bad person" during this period of getting along with the other party, but seemed to be quite easy to talk to.

Because of this, she was no longer as wary of the other party as she was at the beginning.

"Yes, it's already soaked," Sarah nodded, "but it's nothing, it's fun to walk through puddles."

"yes?"

Ursula, who was a little lucky at first, felt a little envious for some reason.

"Well, it does seem interesting."

When the voice fell slightly, Ursula sighed with emotion, and then turned to say:

"Miss Hohenheim, have we... already arrived?"

"Oh,

Yes! It’s almost there.” Sarah nodded and said, “We are going to this ancient city of Winchester, and the person who asked me to pick you up is waiting here. "

"Here?" Ursula couldn't help knocking around again when she heard this, and then asked with some doubts, "Where is it?"

This is indeed a land with a long history and full of charm. It is good to visit occasionally and taste the glory of England. But to say living here... that would be a bit strange, not to mention that it was a time when there were crises everywhere.

But just when Ursula was puzzled, she heard Sarah say:

"Where? I don't know—he hasn't mentioned it to me."

Just as she was saying this, Sarah suddenly stopped in her footsteps, and when the water splashed, she froze there motionless. Therefore, the puppet holding Ursula and following him naturally stopped moving forward, and waited silently.

Seeing this, Ursula didn't dare to speak any more, because the other party obviously noticed something suddenly.

After staying for a while, Sarah nodded slightly and said:

"It looks like someone is coming to pick us up."

"Isn't it a living corpse?" Ursula asked worriedly.

"I don't think so," Sarah shook her head, "Didn't you notice it? There hasn't been a single living corpse in this ancient city—think about it on the way close to Winchester! You can meet a group within a few steps, and it's like hell compared to this place. I think it must have been cleaned up."

Just after saying these words, Ursula suddenly saw two wizards coming out of the mist ahead.

The next moment, both parties stopped in place and looked at each other.

"Are you Mr. McLean's people?"

Sarah asked a question, but didn't get a response - to be honest, compared with the alchemy doll she made, these two felt more like "dolls" to them.

"I ask you, is Mr. Maca McLean's subordinate? He asked me to come and find him—"

"Miss Hohenheim, I don't think they will answer you..." Ursula just wanted to persuade Sarah not to waste her words, but soon she was stunned, "Wait...Mr. McLean? Could it be Mr McLean asked you to bring me here?"

She asked a question belatedly, but before she could ask again, she saw the two wooden-faced wizards in front of her suddenly extend their hands sideways to invite, and then turned their heads and walked back.

When Sarah saw it, she didn't bother to talk to Ursula anymore, so she controlled the flesh and followed her closely.

Not long after, as the road ahead became flatter and wider, the ancient buildings on the side of the road gradually became taller.

In the end, the two wizards who were leading the way with the intention of leading the way suddenly stopped in front of a tall church, and then stepped forward and opened the door wordlessly.

"Squeak—"

As the heavy wooden door opened gradually, it made a teeth-stinging sound.

After the two opened the door, they looked back at Sarah and Ursula, and then walked inside one after another. When Sarah saw her, she immediately followed quickly.

This is a very large church, with a heavy feeling everywhere, and at the same time, the brick and stone walls give people a cold and gloomy illusion at any time. But these two feelings are intertwined, but there is no sense of disobedience.

When Sarah and Ursula entered the church, followed each other and turned around, they walked out from the side door and walked through a long corridor. When they suddenly realized that they seemed to have crossed some barrier, a wooden door suddenly appeared in front of them. before their eyes.

The next moment, the door opened again, and a prayer hall no smaller than the previous church finally came into their sight.

The bright flame danced in the heights, scattering and radiating the light, dispelling the same lingering fog in the hall to a certain extent.

"Sarah, you're here."

Just as Ursula's attention was attracted by the light cluster, a voice she was familiar with made her quickly move her eyes to the front of the hall.

It was a familiar figure from the back, right in the middle of the hall, and the bright light could not drive away the fog, so that it was hard to see clearly from such a distance.

"Is...Mr. McLean?" Ursula couldn't help asking.

"Well, Miss Grofeyn... we meet again."