Chapter 568

In the auditorium of busbarton castle, Maka is enjoying a delicate and delicious French breakfast with Fanny. At present, the most characteristic of the long table is the classic French baguette.

The freshly baked French long stick has a crisp skin and a soft inside. It tastes good with cereal and milk. Of course, these thick and long sticks can really be used to hit people if they are placed for a long time

But to tell the truth, Marca doesn't have a good impression of French breakfast. The food on this table is always sweet and it's easy to get bored. After a few bites, he began to miss Hogwarts bacon and roast sausage.

Just as he was filling his stomach with every mouthful, a shadow floated by his table. Then he found that the seat beside him had been occupied by a large mass of fat.

"Master hornheim?" Marca moved her chair to make room for the other party.

"Well... Good morning..."

The fat young master of the hornheim family was obviously still awake. He looked vaguely at Maka, then shook his head and said hello to him. Fortunately, at least people can recognize him.

"Well, good morning."

Maka shrugged and nodded to Mr. ghost next to the fat man. The ghost David's expression was very helpless at the moment. Even though his face was translucent, he still showed what he thought perfectly.

"I'm sorry, young master. He likes to sleep in. It's not easy to get up so early today," David said with a bitter smile. "Good morning, Mr. McLean."

"Don't be so polite." Maka didn't care, just smiled.

While the two of them were exchanging greetings, the fat young master had already eaten. Others eat French long sticks, all of which are cut into pieces, but he grabs a whole one and chews it directly. Watching him take a mouthful of milk and a mouthful of bread, he has solved most of them.

You know, a stick of bread is as long as someone's arm!

Supplement enough sugar in the morning when you just wake up, which helps to wake up your body. It can be seen that the fat young master who was still sleepy just now soon became more energetic.

"... in fact, I don't want to get up early in the morning," he said vaguely to Maka as he opened his mouth. "If David hadn't told me that someone was dead, I wouldn't get up so soon! It's a pity that the French Ministry of magic acted too fast. When I passed, I had nothing..."

"There's nothing to look at," said Maka casually. "Just sit alone in the corner. You'll know what it is like if you think about it?"

"Hey... What's important is not what it looks like! Well... This jam is good... What I want to see is an atmosphere. Do you understand the atmosphere? Just feel..." the fat man said in a wordy way, "I haven't seen a dead man in my life! It's exciting to think about it!"

For the fat young master's fear of chaos in the world, the ghost David felt deeply powerless. Although he wanted to tell his young master more about the dangers contained in it, he also knew that where would the young master care about those?

Maka understands that this fat man is actually the second ancestor who never goes out on weekdays. It's not that he's not good. It's mainly because he's still inexperienced and his life hobby is eating and sleeping. He's really not suitable for contacting the current chaotic image of busbarton.

If this continues, the fat man will suffer sooner or later.

"... eh? McLean, why don't you talk?" it's probably a person who doesn't enjoy it. When the fat man saw that Maka just couldn't laugh, he suddenly felt a little boring. "What do you think?"

Maka shook her head and was about to perfunctory a few words, but when she turned her head, he saw a small owl flying straight here.

With the sound of wings flapping, an envelope happened to fall on the table in front of the fat man.

"Eh?"

Maka found that the fat man was surprised when he saw the owl, and he didn't touch it when the envelope was accurately settled.

"What's the matter? Don't you look?"

Maka asked, but she got a series of shaking heads, even the meat on her face.

"This is the owl that the young lady keeps," explained the ghost David. "I think there's something to tell the young master at home."

Maka looked at the envelope and the fat man's advice. She probably had some numbers in her heart. But of course it had nothing to do with him, so he just smiled casually, turned his head and went on eating breakfast.

After that, the fat young master hesitated for a while. He said he had to look left and right, so he picked up the envelope like a life. He didn't know what his sister usually did to him, so that he was reluctant to read the letter as if he were going to war.

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Dear brother Noah:

I believe you've spent a night in busbarton. I wonder if it's as beautiful as dad said? Dear brother, take a good look for Sarah first, and then write down everything you see. When you come back, Sarah wants to see it?

Of course, this is not the most important.

Sarah wrote this letter to you mainly because her father wanted to tell you what to do again. Remember to make friends with Mrs. Maxim and say hello on time every day. Only in this way can it appear that we hornheim family are ceremonial wizards.

Then, this time you went to busbarton to represent your father to participate in the inheritance distribution consultation of Nicole LeMay's great alchemist. Remember to listen to David's advice more and don't just wander around.

Oh, oh, and -- it's about Sarah. Don't forget to find something to take home before you come back. Remember? Sarah's birthday is coming soon! Sarah should go to busbarton for school in the second half of the year, which her father promised himself! Dear brother, please be sure to take a good look at busbarton's bathroom and toilet for Sarah!

Finally, I hope my dear brother has a good time these days! As Sara's blessing to her brother, please remember these good times in busbarton!

Well, I calculate the time... When this letter arrives at you, you shouldn't have got up yet? Really, without the lovely Sarah, my brother will stay in bed! In that case

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Before the fat man had finished reading all the letters, he suddenly threw the letter paper and envelope aside, but it just fell into Marca's plate. The next moment, only a loud bang was heard, and countless pairs of eyes in the auditorium immediately looked over here.

It was a sudden explosion. In terms of power, it was like a crushing spell of an adult wizard. The long table in front of Maka was already missing a tabletop, and all kinds of tableware were blown into a "hidden weapon", which scattered and splashed far away in an instant.

Maka put one hand in front of him, and a blue magic barrier steadily blocked the explosion power radiated to him, and even half of his hair didn't hurt him. Unfortunately, the guys sitting opposite him were a little miserable. Most of them were disheartened. One of them had his face cut several places by the broken fragments, and his blood was gurgling.

"Does your young lady like to play such powerful pranks?" Marca maintained his hand. He turned his head and asked the ghost with an inexplicable expression.

"Er..." David looked rather embarrassed. He quickly apologized, "really... Really very sorry... Mr. McLean, and everyone... Really..."

"Hey, McLean, you're really good at defense!" the fat man didn't care about the tragedy of those people at all, but was very curious about Maka's magic. "Can you teach me?"

"Hey! What's the matter with you!"

"Yes! What the hell happened? Someone put a poison spell on the stationery?"

"Ouch... My handsome face..."

The Wizards on the other side were naturally unhappy. They shouted in pain, as if they wanted to ask the fat man to understand. Perhaps the fat young master himself is enough to attract attention. Just now, he looked at the letter and threw it in the eyes of the other party. At this time, he wanted to find an explanation for himself.

Marca didn't care what they said. He didn't even pay attention to the fat man's problem. Just after removing the magic barrier, he looked at the ground under the broken hole in the table with a little surprise.

There, the original letter paper fell to the ground, but it was intact in the explosion just now!

"It's not the power of a spell," he thought to himself, bending down to pick up the letter paper and turning it over and over again.

Just now, if he hadn't reacted very fast, I'm afraid he would have hit the road. The explosion attached to this letter paper is not only powerful, but also has only an extremely short magic wave in advance. I'm afraid it's a masterpiece of some kind of alchemy.

Is it the "Miss" of the hornheim family that David said before?

"Can I see the contents of the letter?" Maka asked the fat young master.

"Look, look... Just look," the fat man waved again and again. "Don't say look, you can give it to you - don't give it back to me. God knows if it will explode again?"

Maka nodded clearly, and then looked at the words on the letter paper.

But just a few seconds later, he immediately sipped his mouth, and then decisively handed the letter to Fanny next to him.

"Please translate for me," he said helplessly.

Don't you have to find an interpreter? Although the party was mainly in English to take care of everyone, the letter was in French.

Soon, when Fanny quietly translated the content to him, he immediately raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"In the second half of the year, busbarton?"