“…what is the wizard, who is terrifying.”

Joshua, who was shot by Marx stopped and fired, is now frantically running away. He had to flee, because this is the first time he has been using this power, and he has been beaten with a spell for the first time.

Although he does not know how powerful his master is – must it be strong? However, the master never dealt with them with an aggressive spell, because the master only needs to activate the brand, which can make them completely lose the battle willpower.

No, they are a group of timid children, where will the battle be willpower?

“…has he not chasing it?”

Joshua ran wildly in the alley, looking back and forth from time to time, but never found signs of someone chasing it. He can’t stop because he can be full of fear – he has no courage to breathe!

He ran hard, just to be farther away from the monster wizard that suddenly popped up, farther away… the farther the better!

He did not think about where he should escape. He just escaped instinctively.

The buildings on both sides continually receded as he ran, and blended into the night with a little bit. Occasionally there are one or two owls screaming, as if the children are crying, and the haze is chilling.

Joshua felt as if she had returned to her childhood and returned to the period that had not been taken away by her master. He remembered his father, the alcohol, the gambling, and the fact that he beat his father.

He also remembered that one night he escaped from the dirty and horrible home, but was dragged by Father with a stick and chased a picture of a leg.

Yes, that’s right… that night was so dim, there was no starlight and the moon, the street lights were flashing constantly, and the barking of the night cat made his legs and feet soft.

He kept running, and the terrifying father who was squatting was chasing him behind him. The stick on his hand was thick and hard, and the scratch on his back was a burning fire.

His father planted a seed of fear for him.

“… don’t come over! Father… don’t hit me…”

Joshua’s spirit was almost on the verge of collapse. He dragged some weak body to make his strength run forward, and his mouth kept groaning.

This confusion seems to have brought him some strength. I saw him rushing all the way, once again black fog, and gradually concealed his whole body.

After a short time, he suddenly vacated and subconsciously rushed toward the exit of Jackson Square.

The wind choked in his ear, but he did not hear it at all. He was defeated by his own fears, the inexplicable power that encroached on his whole body, disturbing his thoughts and forcing him to follow instinctive actions.

He wants to go home, go back to the place where “father” can’t find it, and then accept the punishment honestly. Although the master’s punishment is terrifying, it is not an alternative salvation for him.

Because no one is better for him, no one needs him – only the owner needs him!

“…take the punishment, then the master will continue to need me. I will go back there and escape the terrifying ‘father’, the master will hug me like usual…”

There are many children who are taken there. He is not the first one, and the same is not the last one. It’s still unclear what other children think in their hearts, but Joshua’s idea is like this.

As he rushed past the brick wall and reappeared on the streets of New York, he had completely turned into a thick black fog flying at a speed.

In the dark fog that dragged the long tail of the group, the mixed “Mars” is several times more than usual, and flying in the air looks like a meteor shining with red.

The meteor slid high under the low clouds and moved toward the west of the city.

……

Abandoning the warehouse somewhere, stands a slightly broken monastery. The exterior of the monastery is mottled and gray, and the dark green boston ivy covers a lot of area, and most of the original exquisite sculptures have been destroyed.

Looking from the outside, it is not like someone coming back.

“Oh–“

Joshua slammed the tall wooden door and walked in with a heavy pace. He didn’t stay in the dusty space, but walked straight toward the back courtyard.

There is also no strangeness in the atrium. The yellow grass is everywhere, and the pool of the fountain has already dried up. The strange graffiti seems to be portrayed on the wall, but it has already become a puzzle that no one can solve.

Joshua passed the atrium, stepped onto the loose staircase, and walked into an empty room on the second floor.

In this room, there is a tattered bed and an empty desk. On the wall opposite the desk, there is a broken mirror.

The mirror was covered with dust, making the silhouette invisible.

“Thestral tail hair.”

Joshua looked at the mirror and read the password unclearly. However, as time passed by, the mirror did not change.

“Thestral tail hair !”

He stared at the broken mirror and repeated the password again, but there was still no movement at all – the scene he had expected did not appear.

“…how, how come…password is not wrong…Thestral tail hair !Thestral tail hair !Thestral ……”

He slammed into the mirror, his hands slamming against the wall, and his mouth madly chanting. He wants to go back and go back to the place where he is both afraid and attached.

But this cold reality in front of him has gradually made him desperate. The broken mirror seemed to tell him silently that the last redemption in his life, the last light in his darkness, was already silently extinguished.

“It seems… you have been abandoned?”

A voice suddenly sounded behind his back, scaring his foot down, and lost one to the ground. He didn’t hesitate, climbed to the dirty corner with his hands and feet, and shivered into a ball.

In the direction of the sound, Marx’s silhouette gradually appeared – he was standing at the door of the room, watching everything silently.

“Is the news so fast?” He squinted and stared at the mirror muttered.

The reaction of the other party to Sirius was immediately removed, because for Obscurus, dealing with Sirius is not a difficult task.

If Marx didn’t come, if Marx didn’t arrange Acromantula for protection, I’m afraid Sirius had been quietly removed.

No, even if there is more than one alienation Acromantula, the other party can also send reinforcements to try to annihilate. So there is no reason for them to choose to decisively abandon an Obscurus who is hard to cultivate.

Then, there are not many reasons for them to abandon Joshua, and the most likely one is the arrival of Marx.

He reached out and gently groped around the mirror, carefully sensing the magic power fluctuations. A lot of magic knowledge flows quickly in his mind, contrasting with the magic power feedback in front of him.

For a moment, he put his hand down.

“You are called ‘Joshua’… is it?” Marx turned his head and looked at the youthful trembling in the corner. “Want to go in with me? I think you should want to ask them a few questions.” Questions…”

He paused a bit and then chuckled: “… Of course, the premise is that they haven’t run yet.”

Just after the words were finished, the staff in his hand had already been raised. Between the magic power, the top of the staff faintly flashed a series of complex magic characters, and fell into the mirror fragments one by one.

Then, the broken mirror was suddenly covered with a layer of silver light, and the original old parts were automatically repaired.

In a short time, a new mirror that was incompatible with the surrounding environment was suddenly appearing in front of him.

In the clean mirror, Marx couldn’t see his silhouette. What he could see was the view of the room. What is different from the actual environment is that the room in the mirror is not a mess and old.

Marx turned his head again, and the young man named Joshua climbed up when the mirror was filled with silver light and walked to his side.

But when Marx’s line of sight fell on him again, he was inexplicably stepping back a few steps, shrinking his neck and bowing his back to the side.

“Go or not, you decide.”

Marx had time to waste on him, and after he dropped a word, he went straight into the mirror.

The monastery in the mirror has a lot of traces of life, the hanging lights in the corridor are still emitting a gentle radiance, the red carpet is soft and clean, and the landscape oil painting on the wall is vivid and clear.

Marx walked gently through the gallery, occasionally opening a room to look at it, but did not find a silhouette.

He came to the hall downstairs, the fireplace seemed to have just extinguished, and the embers exude a warm atmosphere.

In front of a few seats on the long strip of dinning table, there is even a leftover leftover, and a bowl of pumpkin cream soup that is not finished is still still a little hot.

“Is it just a short time?” Marx frowned. “The clue is broken…”

He took a chair and sat down, holding his forehead and thinking quietly.

After a little while, when Marx was still sorting out his thoughts, Joshua walked in nervously. He saw Marx sitting next to the dinning table at a glance, and suddenly he paused and paused, and stayed at the door without a word.

He seems to be somewhat at a loss, not knowing what to do. He didn’t dare to talk to Marx and didn’t dare to turn away – he didn’t even know where he should go in the future.

He could only lie there silently, staring blankly at the pattern on the carpet.

“Do you know where they went?”

As Marx asked, Joshua’s whole person trembled.


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