"Maxim, they\'re here."

Suddenly, Maka, who was still sitting there with her head slightly lowered and writing and drawing on the pages, finally put down her feather pen, closed her notes and raised her head.

"Mrs. Maxim..." Willie, who was opposite, stopped and looked at her, "do you want me to open the door?"

"No need." Maka stood up and said with a note in her hand, "Rest is enough. Now that the people who should come are also coming, we might as well welcome them! After all, our \'old friend\' is now the president of the Federation. In the next time today, they are the ones who are really qualified to act - the name we use this time is still hers! Isn\'t it?"

As he said this, he began to walk towards the door step by step. Then, seeing Maka who soon came to the door, she reached out and twisted the door handle and opened the door.

Then, Willy and Sarah, who were still in the room, saw that Marca pulled out the magic wand sandwiched between the pages of the notebook as a bookmark as if she had expected, and steadily blocked a fist that suddenly appeared in front of him with a heavy muffled sound.

"You should be the one named... Hmm? By the way, what\'s your name again?"

The invisible magic power still locked the very rude fist, making it difficult for its owner not only to stretch out a little bit forward, but also to take it back.

And Maka just kept her wand up, calmly looked at the guy who rashly attacked herself, frowned slightly, as if she was still thinking about each other\'s name.

Fortunately, at this time, Sarah, who has also come behind Maka, obviously knows the figure outside the door.

"His name is Rebecca, Marca." Sarah hugged her doll and said, "it\'s the corpse we met in London with wisdom and self - the name he came up with."

"Oh, yes! Yes! Mr. Ribes." Maka smiled and said, "I heard about you and your \'people\' from Sarah and Hermione\'s narration! Of course, I probably know why you punched me..."

"I can\'t wait to come up, but I\'m a little rash. Am I right?"

Speaking of the last sentence, the tip of the wand in Maka\'s hand moved slightly, and it was obvious that she had planned to remove the magic.

However, before he really took action, he saw a strange whirlpool of energy flow on the other party\'s hand fixed by magic.

The next moment, while Maka\'s magic suddenly appeared a burst of magic disorder, the other party had forcibly pulled back his hand.

Then the other party finally spoke——

"One punch? How can I just punch you?"

While Rebecca, the young corpse, said this sentence, the dark vortex that burst on his right fist did not dissipate at all, but increased a lot with his words.

After that sentence was finished, Rebecca\'s second punch was heavy and followed. The strange vortex, which became much larger, targeted Maka in front of him, and produced an extremely powerful strange suction.

"Die! I will use your soul to sacrifice... My sister who died in your hands!"

It is still very unfamiliar English, but it can not cover up the hatred and killing intention in each other\'s heart. Because of hysteria, it can\'t stop the high tone, and even distort it to the ear.

But when Maka saw this, he still kept a very calm face and stood in place. At that moment, he even shook his head slightly.

"It\'s really the power of overeating... Should we say \'what a coincidence\'?"

Everyone around here was affected a little. It seemed that at the moment when her soul was struggling and wanted to leave her body, the notebook in Maka\'s left hand suddenly flew up by herself. As the pages of the book tumbled by themselves, a distorted rune that looked like it was about to be sucked in appeared silently above the notes.

And there happened to be between Marca and the young Rebecca.

"Or, in fact, for you, you should say \'unfortunately\'." Maka seems to have been completely unaffected by the mysterious suction in each other\'s hands. She shrugged and said, "just waiting for you to come before, I happened to be completing the previous research on the \'overeating rule\'... You should also know that the time is running out after all, and I have to work harder like this."

Speaking of this, Maka couldn\'t help sighing, and then spread her hands and said:

"Who let me... It seems that I haven\'t been \'short\' for a long time than everyone else! Don\'t worry, I\'m afraid many things are too late!"

"What are you talking about... I don\'t understand," said Rebecca, staring at him fiercely. "I don\'t want to understand!"

With this, the corpse boy will continue to do it. It seems that he has other means to take out again to deal with Maka.

But this time, Maka didn\'t let him continue to tangle like this.

"You\'d better calm down a little first. We can talk on the way later if there\'s something wrong."

Before the words fell, the young corpse only felt that his whole body was suddenly empty, and then he couldn\'t show any magic ability. And then he felt stiff all over and couldn\'t move any more.

Regular magic is also magic. It obviously needs magic to start successfully. Maka didn\'t do anything to Rebecca itself, just took out the magic nearby, that\'s all.

For such things, Maka once asked Lockhart to deal with Voldemort. This time, he only strengthened it to a certain extent on the basis of his in-depth understanding of ancient magic literature.

This practice obviously can\'t trap the corpse boy for long, but fortunately, Maka doesn\'t want to trap each other for too long. As he said, he just wanted the other party to stop and calm down.

After that, she saw makadang, even if she calmly bypassed Rebecca, who was standing there, and greeted Mrs. Maxim and his party who were also coming this way across the courtyard.

"Did I tell you? President maxim is coming. No, you have met. Looking at you, the president has obviously told you about the external situation. Now you can rest assured for a while, can\'t you?"

Maka said this to the Czech wizards who accompanied Mrs. maxim as she walked.