Chapter 560

"... the whole magic world thinks that my master is missing all year round, and there are rumors that he lives in seclusion in your UK. In fact, he spends a lot of time in the same place, that is, his laboratory."

By this time, it was already late at night. Maka and the old housekeeper walked together in the dark street. Only the street lights lit up at night lit up their pace.

In fact, Mrs. Maxim will come together, but as the principal of booth Barton, she still has things to do, and it will probably take some time to catch up.

Maka and the old housekeeper walked side by side and talked a few words from time to time. What they said is naturally the destination of tonight.

"Oh, I've heard this rumor..." Marca thought. "I remember Dumbledore wanted to mention that Mr. LeMay once lived in Devon for some time?"

"Yes, there was a short time," old Edward nodded. "But it was only a year or two - when the host family visited Mr. Dumbledore, and the two of them shared some experiences about magic."

"Well..." Marca said curiously, "Sir, do you know why Mr. Nicole LeMay wanted to suddenly give up immortality? As far as I know, he made this decision before he lent the Sorcerer's stone to Professor Dumbledore."

And he died with his 658 year old wife - although Marca didn't ask, what he most wanted to know was this decision. Did he really feel that living too long was boring, as other wizards guessed?

"Oh, I don't know," said old Edward, shaking his head. "I haven't understood the idea of the master since I was young, let alone at my age. But I was thinking that the master's temperament is mostly death, which can help him further in the study of alchemy?"

As we all know, Nicole LeMay is also a famous research maniac. He has lived 665 years, most of which are devoted to research. In addition to his research, he also donated a lot of infrastructure in the magic world and even the Muggle world, but most of it was done by his wife, just in his name.

It is not known whether Nicole LeMay is the so-called "great philanthropist". Anyway, his wife must be a great philanthropist, which is always right.

"Mr. McLean, this way --"

When passing an intersection, the old housekeeper stretched out his hand and told Maka it was time to turn.

"Sir, just call me Marca," Marca waved as she followed him into a fork in the road. "You know, I can be your grandson at my age. You don't have to be so polite to me."

But the old housekeeper shook his head. It was obvious that he had some different persistence.

"I'm the housekeeper of the LeMay family. Since the independent family saved me in the desert of Egypt, I've been a housekeeper all my life. And the Housekeeper should have housekeeper rules. You don't have to care too much about this, Mr. McLean..."

"All right?" Marca shrugged and didn't bother about another title.

"... well, here we are!"

After a while, they walked along the stone path in a Muggle town. Soon, the old housekeeper stopped in front of an ordinary house.

Maka found that it was still a rather old red roofed brick house. At the root of the wall near the roadside, there were some large flower pots on the ground, in which there were still some lush plants. The brick marks on the wall are uneven and full of footprints left by years.

Of course, this is certainly not as old as Nicole LeMay. It is estimated that the house has only been more than ten or twenty years old.

In this town residential area extending along the alley, this small house looks extremely inconspicuous. No one would think that it would be the home of a great alchemist.

"Mr. LeMay has always lived here?" asked Marca casually, looking at the house.

"No," said the old housekeeper with a smile, "this is actually where I live, but only here can I find the entrance to my master's laboratory - if I have to say, I'm guarding the door for my master."

He said, took out an ordinary key, unscrewed the door lock, and then walked in with some nostalgia.

"I haven't been back for some time since the independent man and his wife died," the old housekeeper said sadly as he greeted Marca into the door. "It's really strange that the master and his wife went one step ahead of me... I wouldn't believe it if they had been put a few years ago."

It can be seen that what he misses is not the memory of living here, but the years when his master, Mr. Nicole LeMay, was still there.

"Master, he often suddenly says he wants to go out, and then I have to stop my busy work and pack up with him and get ready to go."

The old housekeeper told his past in memory, and his whole life was almost around Mr. Nicole LeMay. Even his most memorable things are all related to his master.

"You don't know. The master never looks at the time when he works. Many times he calls me up in the middle of the night. But he is so old and full of energy. He looks like a guy in his twenties and thirties! It's incredible to think about it..."

Maka doesn't know whether this kind of life is happy or not, but looking at the expression and words of the old housekeeper, he feels a sincere peace.

Perhaps some people's life does not need to be too magnificent, as long as they can live safely, it is usually enough.

The house where the old housekeeper lives, whether from the outside or from the inside, actually has little space. In fact, this is just an ordinary house in a Muggle town. Following Edward all the way through the living room and the stairs, the ceiling on the second floor looked a little low - it was a bedroom.

But old Edward did not stop here, but reached out and pulled an old hemp rope hanging from the wall. With a soft click, a plank on the ceiling was pulled open, which was a trap door leading to the attic.

"Help me reach out!" the old housekeeper looked up. "I should have pulled down the stairs with a hook pole, but since you are here today, I can enjoy the preferential treatment of the elderly."

Maybe it's because Maka mentioned her age before. The old housekeeper also joked by the way. But it is true that the old housekeeper is very old, at least 70 or 80 years old.

Of course, the most important thing is to be cautious. You know, if you use a magic spell, there is a risk of being detected. Tonight they went hand in hand to avoid people's eyes and ears. Naturally, they didn't want others to know.

As mentioned earlier, the second floor of this house is relatively low, and the ceiling is almost within reach. After a glance, Maka just jumped lightly and grabbed the wooden ladder next to the trap door in the attic.

"Bang!"

The wooden ladder slides down the edge of the trap door and stands firmly between the floor and the ceiling. Can you go up and have a look?

"Mr. McLean," said the old housekeeper, "before you go up, I still want a word from you - please tell me that you will really help us and make our master's legacy public to the whole magic world, won't you?"

When Maka heard the speech, she naturally nodded.

Tonight's action was discussed in advance between him and Mrs. maxim, and the old housekeeper Edward was negotiated by Mrs. Maxim. In fact, there are too many people who covet this alchemy heritage. Just look at how many people busbarton has gathered. Sooner or later, the pool will be completely muddy.

In this case, old Edward was the only one who acted to fulfill his master's wishes. Well, maybe you can also count Mrs. maxim, a headmistress who focuses on education, but it seems that no one else can trust.

However, Nicole LeMay's Alchemy heritage is beyond the reach of these two people. Mrs. Maxim has actually been here for a long time, but it seems that she can't even get in the door, let alone the inheritance.

If you want to blame it, you can only blame Nicole LeMay, who is full of research. It seems that he hasn't used too much brain in the problem of distributing inheritance, so he left a quite contradictory problem for the old housekeeper.

In short, they need a wizard with enough knowledge to hold the legacy in their hands first. Only by mastering itself can we talk about finding a reasonable way to distribute in order to achieve the ultimate goal.

It was supposed to fall on Dumbledore, but it was clear that he had died. Therefore, this responsible task finally fell on Maka's head.

"I'm sorry, this fact is too important. I'm just trying to reassure myself," said old Edward. After hearing Marca's decisive answer, the wrinkles on his face began to stretch. "Mr. McLean - please!"

At the sign of the old housekeeper, Maka nodded solemnly, and took the lead in climbing the wooden ladder.

With the creaking of the old ladder, Maka soon climbed into the attic at the top of the house. It was rather dark here, and he could see some piles of sundries through the faint lines under the trap door.

Instead of looking around in a hurry, he turned back, stretched out his hand under the trap door and pulled the old housekeeper.

"It's really old..." old Edward sighed. "Mr. McLean, there's an oil lamp on the next column. You can take it off first and make it bright."