Chapter 322

Marca's "be careful" was obviously not said to Mrs. Maxim. She didn't need to be careful. On the contrary, the witch behind her was really a little unlucky.

"Ah!"

After enjoying a zero distance contact with a part of Mrs. maxim, the witch cried out in a slight panic.

But to tell the truth, it was just a little frightened because of this sudden situation. She soon raised her upper body and kept her face away from a dangerous part as far as possible.

"Oh - I'm sorry, madam." Mrs. Maxim was also startled. She quickly turned back and said apologetically.

But the other party didn't seem to appreciate it. She pursed her thin lips and looked up at the tall Mrs. Maxim coldly. She didn't mean to show weakness to the frightening woman standing in front of her.

Until now, Maka had the opportunity to take a good look at the witch.

First of all, I have to summarize the impression of the witch in advance, because the feeling is so unified that people can't help but want to "sum up" without saying a word.

In short, this is a person who shows a feeling of "strangers are not close" no matter his expression or eyes, clothes or decorations.

It may not be correct to say that it is a "noble" temperament; But it can be said that it is a "cold" look, which can not be generalized.

The only thing I can be sure of is that the witch looks very young and her skin is perfectly maintained, but she looks a little pale.

When Maka was observing the witch who was completely opposite to the lively atmosphere around, Mrs. maxim, who waited for a while but didn't see any response from the other party, looked a little embarrassed.

"I'm really sorry, madam..." helpless, she apologized again and even leaned forward a little, "please allow me to apologize for my rudeness just now. Let me buy you a drink?"

"No --"

The other party finally spoke, but the content was very impolite.

"I have to admit that a wizard with giant blood will know how to apologize, which has surprised me."

Mrs. Maxim never wanted to be talked about her blood. When she heard this, she obviously showed her anger.

"I, I just have a big skeleton!" she said in a hurry.

"Hmm?" the other party smiled, looked up and down slowly, and then said, "are you very dissatisfied with your blood? Of course, of course... This is your freedom, poor guy..."

"You!"

Mrs. Maxim's mouth was half open and her clenched fist trembled slightly. It looked as if it was about to explode.

At this time, Hagrid, sitting on one side, couldn't help it.

Although he didn't like Maxim's refusal to admit his blood. However, there are few giant hybrids in the world. People who can be called his "companions" should always be maintained.

In his opinion, Maxim, an elegant female wizard, is not a bad guy.

"You woman, how can you comment on other people's blood?" Hagrid got up abruptly and shouted, "orim is not pathetic at all! She is -"

"Hagrid."

Seeing that he was going to expose his identity if he wasn't careful, Maka had to punch him in the stomach with enough strength.

Hagrid's words were interrupted, but Maka covered her fist and showed her teeth.

This guy is really a giant hybrid. Although he is as round as a bucket, who knows that even his belly is full of hard muscle blocks.

"Lady," said Marca, standing up while shaking her right hand, "blood can never represent anything. Everyone's life is complete by his own hands... What do you say?"

"Are you asking me?" the other party was lazy from the beginning, but it still hasn't changed at the moment. She said perfunctorily, "little guy, I know what you mean... But to be honest, I don't mean to belittle the lady next to you..."

As she spoke, she casually picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

"... but most of the giant hybrids I've seen are stupid big men who are lazy and clumsy and can't even say hello."

Although the woman's words are really unpleasant, what she said is actually true.

When it comes to giant hybrids, most wizards have this impression. Although there are two giant mixed blood wizards standing here, the intelligence of Hagrid and Maxim can not represent the whole.

In fact, among those giant hybrids recorded, not to mention absolute, most of them are big men with low IQ, and have caused several wounding incidents.

Because of this, Maka actually understood Mrs. Maxim's attitude towards her blood. Even the fact that maxim worked so hard and became the principal of busbarton is enough to go down in history.

If she had made public her lineage, it would have been two different words whether her headmaster would be dismissed.

"You're right, but you can't judge a person's blood by their physique alone, can you?" Marca smiled calmly. "I'm just telling you that no matter what blood my companions are, their excellence is only related to their own efforts. To say --"

As he spoke, he suddenly paused, and the wings of his nose moved, as if he smelled something.

"Oh, this is..."

Maka suddenly raised her eyebrows, and a trace of curiosity appeared on her face.

"Hagrid... And madam, you sit first." in their confused eyes, Maka suddenly waved to them. "I don't think the lady meant it. Let's expose this unhappiness first!"

After that, he turned back and took his cup of hot cocoa back in his hand, then walked gently to the lady's table and sat down impolitely.

The always gloomy and lazy lady only frowned slightly at Maka's rude behavior, but did not show much dissatisfaction.

"Little fellow, your behavior will make me doubt the 'excellent' in your mouth."

She was obviously teasing Maka about what she had just praised Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim.

"Really?" Marca shrugged casually. "I thought you wouldn't care about these formal offenses, madam?"

The other party raised his eyelids and looked at Maka with a little hesitation, but he couldn't see any deep meaning on his face.

"I don't care much," she said. "If you care about everything one by one, the time will be very long... Tell me about you! What, little brother... Are you very interested in your sister?"

She turned sideways, changed her posture, supported her chin with one hand and leaned against the round table. She looked more lazy.

"Ha!" Marca smiled and shook her head. "I'm not interested in you - although I must admit you're really beautiful - but seriously, I can't get through that psychologically!"

"Oh?" the doubt in her eyes deepened gradually, but her movements became more and more lazy and charming. "In that case, why do you sit down and chat up with your sister?"

Instead of answering her question, Maka picked up her cup and took a big sip of hot cocoa - it would be cold if she didn't drink any more.

He finished the hot drink in the cup, then wiped his mouth and said, "I'm just curious. After all, I've never talked to a woman like you before tonight!"

He seemed to say it inadvertently, but the meaning became more and more obvious.

"Really?" the other party's eyes narrowed slightly, and the perfunctory that had been hidden in his tone became much less. "What do you think is the difference between me and other ladies?"

"Is it different? Well... Maybe it's' a little tired of anyone or anything '?" Marca thought for a moment, and then replied meaningfully.

"Yes, yes," the other party said with a smile, "Congratulations, you have found a key point."

It seems that Maka's words finally confirmed Maka's meaning, but since Maka didn't say anything, she naturally didn't take the initiative to say it.

But at least, their dialogue had a contact for the first time.

"Little guy, you are very observant... In that case, what do you want to talk to your sister about?"

Maka knew that she had understood her meaning. Since the other party did not deny it, he had the right to take it as a "positive" hint.

"Actually, it doesn't matter what you talk about..." he said casually, "well, let's continue with the topic just now? What's your opinion on 'blood lineage'?"

In Marca's view, it was the right thing for the lady in front of her to answer this question.

But the other party just shook her head, and her long dark light brown hair fell from her shoulder to her back.

"It's not easy to answer," she said. "If you want to ask me other people's opinions, I can say eight or nine casually, but you want to ask me what I think... I can only say that an individual's lineage only represents characteristics."

She said, took another sip of the wine in the glass, and then said, "just like just now, I would be surprised after hearing the lady's apology - that's because her behavior taught me a different feature, didn't she?"

When Maka heard her say this, her eyes subconsciously fell on her glass. In that translucent goblet, there is a kind of strange liquor with slightly viscous viscosity.

"So, is it a 'feature' for you to drink this wine?" he said thoughtfully, "I don't know what it tastes like in your mouth?"