Genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Chinese Vertex), the fastest update! No ads! After coming out of Snape's home, Maca paced gently in this dim spider tail alley, all the way Row. The snow in the sky is gradually increasing again, the wind is stronger than the wind, and the snowstorm will come again.

In this blizzard, he was thinking patiently as he walked, arranging the information and clues that Snape had just received one by one, and his thoughts filled his mind for a while.

It's just that he is not forgetting to maintain the magic in his thoughts. As soon as the dense snowflakes reached the top of the head, they suddenly slid to the sides and silently incorporated the snow on the ground.

Before long, he suddenly stepped down and found that he had come to a small river without knowing it.

The ticking sound in the ear is still ringing. If you don't pay attention to it, you will inadvertently ignore it for a long time. But if you care too much, it can make you irritable.

Maca thought about it, took the time converter out of her arms, and looked around.

This thing was invented by modern wizards, but its core component, the little hourglass embedded in the middle of the golden ring, was not something made by modern wizards. Rather, it was the golden gravel inside the hourglass.

He could sense from those gravels that a certain magical power was constantly flowing, looking very mysterious.

If you want to ask, why did Makatha suddenly come up with a time converter at this time, but it is because he is really very hesitant now.

As for the mysterious ancient magic mirror, he is at a loss so far, but the key to the problem lies on that weird and terrible mirror.

According to the information revealed by Snape, Greenward's method is really powerful. But now, the solution can be said to be plainly placed in front of Tamarka.

But no matter how to solve it, the mirror always ran across his path, there was no way to get around.

Therefore, all he has to do now is to find a way to deal with that mirror first. If he had been constrained by that mirror all the time, no matter what he wanted to do, he would have difficulty getting in.

"... Five hours and twenty-three minutes," Maca muttered softly, looking at the time converter in her hand.

A man as smart as Greenward must not miss the time converter, but why is he completely reluctant to take precautions? Obviously, he probably knows more about time converters than Maca.

Not to mention that more than five hours could not affect his plan at all, that is, the restrictions on time rules will make people who use it run into walls everywhere, and even a careless one will have his life worried.

After several uses, Maca has deeply felt the difficulty of walking.

Now, it is necessary to avoid the limitations and risks of the time rule, and also to deal with the key to the ancient magic mirror. What he was facing was a terrible situation where time was not enough.

After a long while, Maca's brows narrowed gradually to stretch, it seemed that a decision had been made in her heart.

I saw him put away the time converter again, renewed his spirit, and left the dark and gloomy town even after a while of space distortion.

What to do next? Isn't this obvious? He is going to use this repeated five hours and twenty-three minutes to build a real journey of time and space!

...

For the study of magic knowledge, Maca has always been focused. But in the recent period of time, continuous emergencies have occupied almost every day of him, leaving him unable to calm down and do what he wants to do.

Originally, he didn't think about using it, and time converter in exchange for more time for research. But the risks and hidden dangers in it have kept him from implementing this idea.

Because no one knows, repeatedly looking back on time, will it also bring some unpredictable burden to the body.

But now, Greenward's behavior has forced him to do so.

So, in this unknown five hours, a strange scene appeared on the secret island on the Mediterranean Sea:

Every few seconds, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the gate of the magic tower, and without hesitation, rushed straight to a specific location in the jungle of Myoshima, and put down a small tent. Can't wait to get into it.

They each occupy a corner of the island, separated from each other by a certain distance, as if they did not know everything happening around them, doing things that seem to be consistent, but completely different.

Without the cover of the jungle, they could even glance at each other's existence even if they turned their heads, but this figure seemed to be unaware of the wonders that happened on this island, or didn't want to pay attention to it at all.

Until the end of these five hours, the tents on the island disappeared one after another, as if everything that happened during these five hours was a secret dream.

In the end, there was only one tent left on the uninhabited island, and the people who had previously drilled in quietly appeared again. I saw him silently put away the tent, and then looked around.

"This place is not big enough ..."

He had a weird look on his face, and although he looked rejuvenated, his eyes were tired. He didn't stay too long ... Soon, he took out a glittering bauble from his arms, and disappeared when he reached for his hand.

But it was his last words to himself, but it made several places in the world uninhabited by Liao, at the same time as this secret island staged this surprisingly thrilling picture.

...

Maca felt tired, really tired, and this fatigue could not be completely eliminated.

He didn't rest, but even if he fell asleep, he could only sleep for five hours each time. The physical exhaustion and mental exhaustion accumulated in the back and forth constantly, washing away his gradually tightening nerves.

This is the first time? Thinking of this, Maca looked down at the notebook by the table ... Oh, it's thousands, and it has been more than 200 days in terms of days.

After glancing at the hourglass timer on the table, he rested his whole body on the back of the chair, exhaling a long breath.

Time can change a lot of things, but it can also change people. In these two hundred days, he kept immersing himself in the research, using his own backtracking as the research material, and devoting himself wholeheartedly.

He couldn't give himself too much time to think, otherwise he wouldn't be sure if he would change his mind.

But now, he suddenly discovered that even though the incident was still deeply imprinted in his mind, there was no omission in every detail, but ...

"... Luna."

Maca suddenly opened the drawer next to her and took out a small picture frame. Behind the frame glass, a confused girl looked at him curiously, looking at him outside the frame.

The magic photos are all black and white, but he seems to see the faint touch of Jinhui, which is a dazzling color that belongs only to this girl.

However, this golden color spread in his memory and almost drowned everything. No, what Luna has is more than this golden color ... she has more to fascinate him, and more ...

"More ... what?"

Since when have those memories blurred?

Maca opened her eyes wide, and looked hard at the girl in the frame. There was an inexplicable shake in his eyes.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes suddenly and took a deep breath.

After framing the photo frame at the corner of the desk, he turned his attention to the paper in front of him again. The above self is dense and dense, but not as neat and orderly as before, but it seems to be scribbled.

Obviously, the continuous work has caused him some changes. If he put it in the past, he would never have been able to write his research materials like this. Www.lightnovelpub.net The manuscript paper was flipped hurriedly, then lightly tossed aside.

In terms of research results, these two hundred days are not in vain. He has already drawn a lot of speculations and conclusions about time backtracking. For example, even after going through thousands of retrospectives, his appearance has not changed in the slightest, and his hair has not even grown an inch.

For another example, too long a retrospective does harm the body. After a few attempts at being able to stop, he felt a certain kind of uncomfortable discomfort, although on the surface it seemed to only make people feel sick, but he knew that it must be more than that.

There are some similar research behaviors that take themselves as experimental subjects, but there are not many of them. After all, he didn't dare to joke about his life, he was not the kind of lunatic who could not even kill himself for research.

But the most important thing is that he has not made much progress on the main research object, the rule of time runes. Even with the rune tables behind the Book of Sin as a reference, this level of rules is still too mysterious for him.

Maca rubbed her forehead, pressed the inexhaustible feeling of fatigue to the bottom of her heart, and stood up against the table. The hourglass timer on the table is about to flip automatically, and the rest time is over.

And now he has to switch the time converter again, and go back to the next five hours to start the next research.

"... When the incident is over, you must take a good rest." He muttered a little, waiting for the last grain of sand in the hourglass to settle quietly, and then waved his hand to put away the tent.

At the same time, his tired body disappeared in situ. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.