Chapter 908

"Observatory? Telescope? Ha ha... Brother, what are you talking about? The Royal Observatory in Greenwich has long been moved to Hurst munsou Fort!"

Maka is now more and more convinced of her original ideas.

For things like this, schlinger should be allowed to contact the Muggle Prime Minister directly as the Minister of magic of the United Kingdom - this is the most effective way to do things at present.

Seriously, he feels a little blind at the moment.

Just now, as soon as Maka entered the so-called "Old Royal Observatory", he found that there were only a lot of exhibits there. It was not so much an observatory as a museum related to astronomy education.

After coming out of the inside, he thought about it and planned to find someone to ask.

After disturbing a few Muggle men and women nearby, he knew that the Greenwich Observatory had moved elsewhere decades ago. What remained here was just a site of commemorative value!

Hearing that she had gone in vain, Maka felt helpless.

After all, he knew little about Muggle astronomy and little about the rise and fall of Muggle observatory. On seeing this, he suddenly felt that it was no coincidence that he could enter the magic world and become a wizard - that is, the children who grew up in the wizard family were afraid of his level.

While wondering whether he should find a Muggle "big man" for consultation, he unconsciously paced along the road. But when he began to think about taking a seat in the prime minister's office, he found himself in a snow covered garden.

"Oh, is that him?"

Looking at the familiar figure not far away, Maka immediately found that it was the uncle who had just got rid of tuberculosis?

When he looked at the bench next to him, an old man in a volunteer uniform came into his eyes.

"... then this should be the 'alcoholic dad' in his mouth?"

Just when Maka hesitated to avoid it so as not to waste any more time, the old man suddenly raised his head.

That pair of turbid eyes with a trace of irritability, directly facing his line of sight.

"I'll eat somewhere else."

Old Victor paused first, but he seemed to react quickly. But I don't know what he was thinking. He said a word to his son, then picked up the bag containing the lunch box and went straight to the rest bench on the other side.

"Dad... Oh, yes, sir. Are you here?"

The middle-aged uncle just wanted to ask Dad why he had cleaned the bench, but he had to change a place to start from scratch. But as soon as he turned around, he just hit Marca's line of sight first.

"Well, I'll... Uh, take a walk."

"That sounds good," the middle-aged uncle nodded. "How about it? Have you been 'influenced by knowledge' in the old Observatory? To be honest, I have loved astronomy since I was a child... Unfortunately, I'm too stupid. My father's genes probably didn't pass on to me!"

As he spoke, he beckoned Marca to sit on the bench. Finally, he casually said:

"You see, that's my father... Oh, don't get me wrong. He's definitely not aimed at you. I have to say, my father is usually lonely and doesn't like to be too close to others... Well, that's probably the case."

"That's not necessarily," Marca shrugged. "If you want me to say, your father should think of me as one of your friends. He would deliberately avoid me in order not to make a bad impression on you because of him."

When Maka said this, the other party immediately shook her head.

"No, no, it's impossible -" he waved his hand again and again. "You must think too much. My father has always been the kind of person who goes his own way. How can he take care of my face!"

"Believe it or not." Maka spread her hand, and then asked casually, "you just said... You have loved astronomy since you were a child?"

When the other party heard it, he nodded at Maka.

"Yes, I always think the mysterious universe should be everyone's romance!" he said happily. "If possible, I really want to go to the universe one day... Of course, this wish can't be true, so I'm going to engrave a sentence on the tombstone after I die --"

"Epitaph?" asked Maka, pretending to be interested. "What do you say?"

Uncle became happier when he saw Maka's cooperation. Soon he smiled half truely:

"Just write 'please send my coffin to heaven. If you are worried that it will become space garbage, let me fly towards the sun!'... What do you think of this?"

"Isn't that the same as cremation?" Maka smiled and then said, "by the way... I remember you said just now that your father's genes were not inherited from you? Does he know much about astronomy?"

He made a small circle, but he still came to the question he wanted to ask.

Although he can do many things directly with magic, he would rather get what he needs in a more normal and ordinary way.

Because now there is another Haier Bo who doesn't know where to hide! If you want to do things well, you'd better not easily do something that attracts the guy's attention.

For Maka's curious inquiry, old Victor's chatty son was even more interested.

"Of course!" he said, "I know. When you see my father, it must be hard to guess that he used to be a great man. To be honest, I adored my father when I was a child, because I think he seems to know everything!"

"Well, did you just ask him if he knows a lot about astronomy? I have to tell you that he was hired as a professor of astronomy at Cambridge University when he was very young, specializing in Astrophysics..."

When the middle-aged uncle was talking with excitement on his face, Maka looked at him, but he was still able to show such a young state of mind. If he used to worship his father, wouldn't he worship him now?

Maka didn't bother his interest until the other party finally had an addiction, and then nodded in agreement.

"Oh, you do have a great father!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've been confiscating it for a while. I've said a little too much..."

At this time, the guy seemed to realize that he seemed a little impolite and quickly apologized to Maka, but Maka didn't care much about it.

"No, you let me understand that you can't just look at the surface..." Maka smiled. "Then, if you can, can you introduce your father to me? I can't wait to get to know him after listening to you so much."

He has been waiting for this moment since he heard a clue from the other party's words. However, the other party seems to feel a little embarrassed.

"This..." the uncle hesitated. "In fact, as I said just now, my father has only a bad temper except drinking and cleaning the park. It's not that I don't want to introduce you, but..."

However, Maka just smiled:

"Don't worry, I know - when I came here just now, I not only heard clearly, but also didn't forget. Don't worry, take me there! Otherwise... If you don't mind, I'll try it myself?"

"Oh! That's even worse. You must be angry with his mouth..." Uncle hesitated again for a moment, and finally had to nod his head, "well, I'll try with you... You have to go!"

He seemed to think that Maka would definitely encounter some unpleasant scenes in the past, so he asked Maka again and again. But from his words, you can still hear it. This is undoubtedly a kind uncle.

Because he even made an appointment with Maka. If his father scolded him, Maka would quickly stay away and let his son bear the storm from the old man.

It seems that he was scolded at home.

When Marca followed each other to the bench where old Victor was sitting, she found him chewing an egg sandwich with his few teeth, his mouth twisting constantly.

But as soon as they came, old Victor stopped talking. His eyes only stayed on Maka for a moment, and then fell on his son.

"What's the matter? What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Dad! Be polite... I just met this gentleman in the park. After listening to me about your achievements in those years, he wanted to come and meet you..."

"The achievements of those years?" old Victor curled his lips. "What achievements have you made? Why don't I know?"

He finally looked at Maka again, but he just looked at it casually.

"Well, the young man is very energetic..." the old man looked up and down, and then muttered, "do whatever you should do! If you have this Kung Fu to get to know a rotten drunkard like me, you might as well go home and read more books!"

While he was talking, the crumbs of bread and eggs in his mouth, Xingzi also fell out, looking more or less disgusting.

But no matter how disgusting Maka is, it's nothing... Besides, people didn't spray it on themselves, did they?

"Sir, I remember someone once said, 'no matter how many books you read, you'd better take more roads'. Let alone, I don't know which way to take now..." Maka thought, "I don't understand anything now, so I urgently need a' Guide '

Old Victor listened, looked at Marca again, and then wanted to say something. But at this moment, he seemed to find something wrong, and subconsciously looked around