Chapter 806

It's raining outside. It's pattering and misty. You can't see the scene across the street at a glance.

Muggles on the sidewalk come and go, with different expressions and gestures, as if they were silently interpreting the various forms of life in the world.

As the heir of the Augustine family, Mallory never thought that he would spend his time leisurely in the Muggle afternoon tea restaurant.

Speaking of, the decoration of this store is quite unique.

The exquisite wooden doors and windows are painted with unified white paint, and a wall is hung with all kinds of teapots and cups. Most of them are not necessarily very expensive, but all kinds of patterns on them are fresh.

The boss here is a blonde with curly hair. The slight wrinkles in the corners of her eyes show that she is no longer young.

But in this small shop, there are lovely decorations left by her in her spare time, which shows that her heart has never grown old.

At the moment, Mallory and millian were sitting face to face by the window. They didn't speak, but quietly read the rain and tasted tea.

From the noise of the "sleeping dragon bar" in the past to the tranquility of the afternoon tea restaurant at present, the sharp contrast between the past and the future makes ma have an unspeakable feeling.

It's like... It's like

"... it's like I've lived in vain since I was young."

He couldn't help but take the lead in opening his mouth, but his tone was slight, as if he was afraid of desecrating the tranquility that wrapped him up.

He drank a little too much tea in the afternoon. From the luxurious hall to the magnificent garden, he was used to life. Generally speaking, the enjoyment time of afternoon tea is usually calm and quiet.

However, it was quiet, but he just felt that the silence in front of him was very different from usual.

What is more or less?

Miriam still sipped lightly from the teacup and didn't respond to Ma luegang's emotion. So the latter was not annoyed, and inadvertently threw his eyes out of the convex belly window.

Oh, maybe it is the "secular feeling" despised by pure blood wizards that is secretly causing trouble?

"Miss Miriam, please allow me to express my heartfelt thanks for this invitation this afternoon!"

While listening to the dripping rain outside the window, Marlowe thanked millian.

This time, in his words, there was no formulaic emotion in his daily life - this thank-you was obviously sincere.

Until then, Miriam finally put the tea cup back to the white porcelain cup and dish, and a moving smile appeared on her face.

"Don't be so polite. I believe master Augustine's wisdom will understand that I have my own purpose."

She said this very frankly.

Think about it, if you don't make utilitarian preparations in advance, how can you knock on Mallory's heart so accurately?

As a young master of the family who was used to various means of doing things, Mallory certainly saw the doubts long ago. In fact, from the moment millian visited his room at the beginning, it was impossible for a sharp minded person not to see it.

Unfortunately, this "conspiracy" is too beautiful for Marlowe. It is so beautiful that he knows something strange, and he is also happy.

After all, for him, the family and so on, that's all right!

"Miss Miriam, I think you must have something else to tell me... Please tell me!"

Ma Lue took a sip from his tea cup and let the fragrance of black tea flow gently between his mouth and nose. After a while, he swallowed the tea and added:

"You helped me take a step I have never been able to take... In return, I am willing to do something within my power for you."

This is a very common speech skill in negotiation. If he can speak like this, it can be seen that he has not been disturbed by the touch in his heart.

"Oh, since master Augustine said so -"

Millian nodded slightly, as if not surprised by Mallory's attitude.

"I don't know if you've heard of one thing," she said casually. "About a hundred years ago, a member of the Witt family fled all the way from the family to the Muggle world and brought out a manuscript magic book called abataier..."

Not many people know about it, but there are definitely many.

Although the Witt family lives in seclusion, there is still no shortage of wizards who know their existence. Of course, the Augustine family also knows the "family traitor incident" that once made a lot of noise in the fixed circle.

"Many ancient magic classics are said to cover a lot of ancient magic knowledge, such as curse, soul, summoning, heraldry, semiotics and so on..."

"It's a pity that the magic book" abataier "was incomplete when it was first obtained by the Witt family. What the family member stole at that time was only part of his own copy, which was soon recovered by the old owner of the Witt family."

Without hesitation, Ma began to talk in front of Milian. In the end, he waved his hand carelessly.

"There are eight volumes in the complete abatair, and the Witt family currently holds... It is said that there are only three of them."

Millian couldn't help raising her eyebrows when she heard this.

"The key is which three volumes they have."

Miriam seemed to be looking forward to his answer, but Marlowe just couldn't help.

"Unfortunately, I only know that one volume should be about 'spirituality'. As for the other two volumes, or more..."

It's natural that he doesn't know. In addition to the core members of others, who else can know these top family secrets?

"Is it...?"

Miriam nodded and went into a state of meditation.

Ma slightly looked at her across the table and hesitated a little.

From the beginning, the woman chose to contact him first, and then traded with his family with a strong broom company.

Let's not talk about the deal for the time being. The ostensible purpose is that at least the process is to get him married to miss navitt.

Such a thought, the horse can't help but jump in his heart!

"Miss Miriam," he asked with surprise, "do you want me to help you get abatel from the Witt family?"

Because the more you think about it, the more likely it is. Marlowe's heart is a little empty.

In fact, he thought the other party just wanted to scrape some oil from the Augustine family behind him, but who knows, things seem to start to run to places he didn't expect.

Millian suddenly regained her consciousness when she heard the speech, but soon she smiled easily.

"No, how?" she said leisurely. "Don't worry, we won't let you do such dangerous things... Well, in fact, it can't be done at all!"

"Er, yes..." Ma slightly breathed a sigh of relief. "Even if I naturally married Miss Witt, the Witt family could not let me, an 'outsider', come into contact with the core inheritance of their family."

But although he was relieved, his already lifted heart could not fall back into his stomach. Because now he has understood that the woman's intention must be completely different from what he imagined!

What is she... Or what is she and her companions plotting?

Of course, even if Miriam could guess, as long as she didn't have to take her mind, she couldn't know that Mallory was worried. But now, she doesn't care what the other party thinks.

"That's right," Miriam continued. "Actually, what we asked you to do is not difficult... Remember? Our deal with your father was to get the Witt family to fight that Marca McLean under the pretext that your fiancee stayed in Hogwarts."

"Of course," Mallory nodded. "You said you had a grudge against McLean, and the intelligence also showed that you did have a hand with him... I heard you lost several companions for this?"

Millian immediately affirmed:

"Yes, it's all true, and we really want to deal with that McClane. It's just... Well, I can only tell you next, and I hope you can keep them in your heart. If you agree, I need to form an unbreakable spell with you to ensure that you don't go back and reveal our secrets to your family..."

At this point, she seemed to smile a little apologetically.

"I'm sorry, but please forgive me. After all... These things are about the lives of me and my companions."

As soon as he heard that things seemed to start going back to his family again, Ma slightly felt relaxed.

Seriously, he never liked his smiling father. In addition, he had hardly felt any father's love since he was a child, and this sense of alienation became more and more obvious.

As for his mother

"Hum," I don't know what I think of. Ma Lue gave a slight sneer, and then said, "no problem. It's just a secret spell. It's natural."

"It would be great if you could promise," millian said with a bright smile. "In a moment, my companion should come. We can let him be the witness."

A secret spell is necessary. She won't reveal more information to each other until ASA arrives.

So after that, Miriam temporarily put down the topic and talked about Muggle life with Mallory.

This is undoubtedly new and interesting for Mallory.

There is still a lot of time between the afternoon and sunset, and he is eager to enjoy this unrestrained laughter for a while! So he didn't mean to be impatient at all. Instead, he took the initiative to start asking.

It seems that he is willing to throw him directly into the Muggle world.

"Oh, this is the first time I have found that the world is so beautiful!"