Chapter 2609

After putting the overall rights and responsibilities into Hermione's hands and ensuring that she was competent, Maka naturally relaxed.

Of course, saying "leisure" is actually only relative.

Although many complicated but necessary things are handled by Hermione, Mrs. Maxim and the three families, when Marca's combat ability and his extraordinary magic knowledge are needed, people often come to him for advice, or simply ask him to go.

But on the whole, Marca has really had a lot of personal time these days.

Unfortunately, at present, it is both a disaster and a counterattack. Even if there is really not too much tedious mundane affairs to be busy, he can't really be idle.

Whenever the night is dark, except for Sarah who has been following him with the alchemy doll most of the time recently, only Luna will come to have a cup of godigan tea with him and chat with him from time to time.

In addition, in most of her spare time, Maka only does one thing - that is to spread out his magic notebook on the table, and then lie down at the desk and keep writing, writing and writing.

Until one day, the familiar faces finally appeared from the door, and then came in one by one and displayed them at his desk.

Some of these faces are solemn, some are a little nervous, some have firm eyes, some are smart and introverted... Of course, there are also those who, like Harry, look away and have no intention of looking at him.

As more and more people gathered in the camp, even with the expansion of the traceless stretching spell, it gradually became crowded.

In the end, even if the only people who came in were those who knew Maka Ben, they couldn't stand in it, so those who came a few steps late could only stay outside the door.

On the desk side, Maka naturally knows the arrival of so many people, but even if he is being watched by so many eyes, his action of writing and painting still doesn't stop for a moment.

The unique rustling sound of the pen tip dipped in ink on the refined parchment echoed in the quiet space of the tent. Somehow, it brought an inexplicable sense of peace of mind to everyone present.

However, we gathered here early in the morning to find a sense of security. Finally, Hermione, who was still standing in front of the crowd, opened her mouth first, as if she broke the silence with a little regret but with great determination.

"Marca."

She didn't say any more nonsense, because she knew very well that Maka must understand the reason why she was here with everyone.

……

"Da."

Large paragraphs of text, finally in this humble meal to come to an end. Maka held the tube of the quill pen and let the ink seep slightly along the fine texture on the paper, making that point look a little open.

After such a pause, he casually released the pen and raised his head while the feather pen slowly flew to the ink bottle——

This was the first time he had found so intuitively, "Oh! So I have known so many people unconsciously?"

A faint and strange sense of achievement suddenly wrapped him and made him feel a little satisfied.

"Is it time?"

As she glanced through the crowd, Marca's eyes focused on Hermione again, and then he asked.

When Hermione heard the speech, she replied:

"It's not so much 'it's time' as it is - yes, we're all ready."

"That's good news," Marca smiled. "It's faster than I expected."

Hearing this, Hermione didn't say anything more, just a slight "hum". She didn't know whether it was a simple perfunctory or something else.

Instead of delving into it, Maka closed the note and held it in her hand. Then she withdrew her chair, got up, bypassed the desk and came to the crowd step by step.

Everyone's eyes moved slightly with his movements until he suddenly stood in front of Harry.

"How are you feeling? It looks like you're recovering well." Marca looked at Harry and said.

Before the battle between the eastern defense line of Germany and halbona, Harry was seriously injured. Even because of halbona's special magic, he left hidden dangers in the wound that are not easy to eradicate.

Fortunately, when she came back, she happened to encounter Maka waking up from the ice coffin. With the in-depth study of the rules of the soul, she also cleared away the hidden danger of his injury.

When Marca stood in front of him and asked, Harry finally turned to look at him, and then gave an answer with the same light and heavy hum as Hermione.

Of course, Marca doesn't need Harry's personal reply. How the latter recovered from his injury is not only he who successfully mastered the rules of the soul, but also the group of "corpse friends" who just came a few days ago can be seen at a glance.

After nodding slightly, and despite Harry's subtle awkward posture, Marca took two more steps aside and came to Willie.

"Is there any response from Mr. brova?" He looked down and asked.

Willie was looking up at him when she asked. When he asked about his father, the silver haired girl shook her head, then pulled the wide brim of her hat that blocked her view and said, "my father said he was going to spend a holiday in the manor in Croatia."

"I see." Maka nodded suddenly.

He did understand that Mr. brova, who was still in his prime, might have finally decided to give up his seat as the head of the family to the daughter in front of him. But the father who doted on his daughter was not at ease, so he still retained the position of head of the family, and let the old housekeeper continue to assist Willie to take over such a large family without her control for the time being.

Even Marca felt that even his words about vacation were false. She could not point out where she was peeping at the moment!

Thinking so, he took a few more steps to the side and came to one... No, it's two. There are a little strange figures in front of him.

"Miss Geoffrey?"

"Any questions?" Safina on the left stared at him without hesitation, "or do you think our sisters are too small in your eyes to even impress you, so I don't remember?"

Ursula, who stood next to her, didn't say anything. She just looked at Maka.

"How could it?" Maka smiled again, shook her head and said, "even if I'm blind, I won't be able to recognize you - especially you, Safina. Your excellent performance some time ago let me know how far a person with good faith can achieve a transactional commitment... So I just say, 'thank you'!"