Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1680: Halbo’s sincerity?

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"Ens, during the time I entered London, you will stay here and wait! Hmm... Maybe you will think that I have no right to restrict your freedom, but... I still ask you to be able to Understand my difficulties in doing this. Then, since I did not treat you harshly, remember that anyway, at least you must not step into the fog area, understand?"

After telling Ens in this way, Maca contacted Mr. Blois again, and learned that Luna, Hermione and other friends are all good news.

After that, Maca decisively walked out of the camp under the gaze of many pairs of eyes, 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 showed a slightly unworthy expression.

Needless to say, Ens naturally admires Maca's magical power, and even always regards him as his life goal. However, Ensi didn't feel any desire for Maca's current status, because if you want to be in Maca's position, the things you need to carry are too heavy.

To be honest, Ens had actually repeatedly imagined that if the series of backs that Salazar Slytherin left behind were successful...probably, Ens Tavon would also be because of this. And the emergence of people's attention. Coupled with the inheritance of the ancestors Slytherin, it is not impossible to become the second "Maca McLean".

But now, although I may be a little sorry for the lives that have been sacrificed because of Helbo's turmoil, Enns is a little grateful that Slytherin's plan failed.

Because, he doesn't want to be a responsible person at all.

"Mr. Taun?"

When the witch who was in charge of the camp next to her called herself, Ensi turned her head and looked at the other party.

"Madam, what's the matter?"

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

"Has it been so long?"

Hearing this, Ensi couldn't help but glanced outside the gate of the camp, only to find that Maca's figure had already been swallowed by the distant mist, completely invisible.

So, he just nodded and said:

"Okay! But...madam, don’t you know if there is tea here? I think you know, we British people are still more accustomed to drinking tea."

"In the UK, do even kids your age like to drink tea?"

"Madam, I am not young anymore..."

Perhaps it is precisely because Maca does not allow them to enter the fog area to explore, so in the past two days, the wizards of the Blois family stationed here have nothing to do most of the time.

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

"Mr. Taon, do you want to come to a game of Wizard Chess?"

"No more."

……

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

Of course, as long as Ensi does not enter this mist at will, this is enough for Maca.

At this moment, Maca is walking slowly along this foggy street, while carefully perceiving the fluctuations of magical power around him.

He originally thought Helbo would be waiting directly in the city center--but even if he wasn't, at least the living corpses should be in this area. Therefore, after he entered the foggy area, he flew straight here.

However, when he came to this familiar street in the city center, he found that he didn't even have a personal picture.

Maca continued to walk along the street, but he couldn't see far because of the fog.

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

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

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

"McLean, you look...you seem to be in good spirits?"

"Really? But how do I feel that I have been exhausted all day?"

Maca's tone of voice is a bit bad, after all, to be honest, he has never had a good impression of Helbok. Even though the opponent seems to be mainly preparing for peace talks on the truce, Maca doesn't think the guy on the other side really has the heart to stop the war.

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

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

"Halbo," Maca paused for a while, and then said loudly to the other side, "I understand your'invitation', and I have heard your intention to convey the truce from Ensi. But unfortunately, At least judging by what you have done so far, I cannot agree to the request for a truce... and dare not agree to it."

"Oh! McLean, take a look at how I am now!" Haierbo said, "What's more, even the things I tried so hard to think of now have finally fallen into your hands... must I have to say, I don’t think I’m likely to **** it from you."

After listening to Maca~IndoMTL.com~, she just curled her lips and said:

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

"Why can't you give up?" Haier Bodang gently spread his remaining hand and looked at Maca, "Oh, okay! I know it’s hard for you to talk with just one mouth. Believe, but... McLean, haven't you received my sincerity?"

"Your sincerity?"

Seeing what Helbo suddenly said about "sincerity", Maca couldn't help but wonder—has Helbo benefited him recently? Could it be that it was just a matter of moving the fog from Kent back to London without hurting others?

If you are really referring to this, Maca has to let his black bald head bloom today.

Unexpectedly, Haierbo is also somewhat unexpectedly authentic:

"Yes! My "sincerity"... Mirror of Devouring, hasn't anything changed on your side?"

When Maca heard it, she was taken aback.