"Master ... Master? We're here, get off the bus!"

"Wait a minute, it will be good!"

When the guests and hosts in Boothbatten had finished their lunch, one of the guests had just arrived in the forecourt of the castle. It was an ordinary black carriage towed by a Pegasus. The family crest on the carriage was a handful of earthy yellow gravel, which looked plain.

However, the coachman seemed strange.

It can be seen that the driver was wearing a bowler hat of an unknown age, wearing a vulgar old tuxedo, and his body was as light as nothing.

In fact, this is taken for granted, because he is a ghost that is translucent all over his body.

As we all know, ghosts cannot touch entities, and it is true. He looks like he's driving, but it's just floating in the driver's seat, at best it can only be regarded as a look.

At this moment, Pegasus steadily landed on the ground, and Mr. Ghost immediately floated down from the seat in front and hovered hoveringly by the door of the carriage.

"Master? Come on down! We must be late--"

I don't know what's going on in that compartment. From the beginning, there have been sounds of Dingling Dangling, which sounds very lively.

"Wait! Oops-wait," a few collisions were heard inside again, and the whole car shook slightly. "David, wait a little longer outside, I'll be here!"

With this sentence came another sound of collision, and it was obviously more intense than before. At the beginning, the jingle was mixed with more muted sounds, and the carriage shook several times.

Looks like that, it's almost like someone has a head-to-head fight there!

"Uh ... Master, do you need me to help?" The fat ghost called David seemed to be trying to show his concern.

But obviously, he was just a ghost, but he couldn't help much.

"No, no need—" Sure enough, the young master inside declined his kindness very politely, "I can do it myself, very soon-immediately-now!"

He had just finished saying this, accompanied by a sudden shock in the carriage, while the door was opened, a ball ... ah no, it was a person who rolled out of it and fell heavily on the ground.

It was a big fat man, with meat all over his body, and the apparently widened and enlarged version of the custom wizard robe was worn on him, like a tight-fitting garment. Hmm ... maybe it should be called "Slim Fit"? Who knows!

"Oh, sir, are you okay?" Mr. Ghost David hurried to him and asked with concern.

"Well ... I think it's okay."

The fat pier climbed up from the ground and reached out and patted his belly. Unfortunately, probably because he has too much meat, even if he wants to pat himself on the dust standing on his clothes, he can only get his belly.

"Master?" Our Mr. Ghost still looked a little worried. "Are you really all right? Do you feel any pain? Last time you accidentally fell off the bed, but you broke an arm!"

"Hi! David, I was only a few years old at that time! A baby fell on such a hard stone brick floor, wouldn't he break his arm?" The fat pier shook his fleshly arm, helplessly "Well, it's inconvenient to see someone so dirty, and when I go back, my little girl will blame me for shame on my family ..."

As he mumbled, he felt a wand from the inside of his robe and nodded towards himself.

"Clean up."

A mantra spit out smoothly from his mouth, and pink soap bubbles floated from his clothes all at once. Soon, the "tight witch robes" that had been dusty on the ground before were renewed.

After he had regained his wand, he stretched out his flesh palm and swung it hard.

"David, let's go!"

After all, he shook his body fat and trembled toward the main entrance of Boothbatten. Ghost David looked at the back of his fat young master, saying that he had to catch up and told him to do it, so he kept drifting along.

After all, they are all late, and try to keep a low profile as soon as possible. Well, of course, it's hard to go unnoticed by Master's plump figure alone.

What's more, the young master of his own family has not been deeply involved in the world, and he has always been a little snoring. I don't know what kind of jokes will come out of this exercise!

It's a matter of Hohenheim's reputation, and the burden of his david trip is really not too light.

...

Just as the fat young man was walking inside, Mrs. Maxim's eyes were gazing around in the Boothbatten Auditorium.

She knew that a guest had not yet appeared. But because that guest's identity is special, in order to prevent misunderstandings from other forces present, she must also introduce it before everything starts.

She paused, and glanced at the nearby president of the association, Mr. Akinbad, and cast a questioning look at him.

The guest was invited by Mr. Akinbad, and now that person did not show up, she naturally sought the chairman.

But Mr. Akinabad shook his head slightly.

"My old friend doesn't always remember time," he whispered, "but he did promise to come over, I think ... maybe it's going to be a little bit late?"

Mrs. Maxim said that she had already delayed the time a lot. If it was later, maybe she should go to today's dinner party directly.

At this moment, the door of the auditorium was suddenly opened, and a student from Boothburton hurried to Mrs. Maxim, and then tiptoed to say something beside her.

Upon hearing that, Mrs. Maxim suddenly became cyanotic.

"Are you sure you are a young man?" She confirmed again.

The student nodded vigorously, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

"I'm sure!" She pursed. "Just, he looks a little ... um, a little big?"

"That must be Mr. Hornheim's son," the old wizard Akinbad said. "I've seen the child in his house."

"Okay! But even so ..." Madame Maxim hesitated. "But why didn't Mr. Hohenheim come? Should I introduce his son to everyone?"

"This can only be done first." Mr. Akinbad was helpless, "I think Mr. Hohenheim might have been delayed because of something ... After all, this will be a grand event for alchemy researchers. As one of the pioneers of contemporary alchemy scholars, he has no reason not to come. "

"Okay!" Madame Maxim nodded. "I have to ask you to write to him afterwards ... well, please come in!"

In the last sentence, she said to the Buston students who were waiting.

The words did not end, and as the student hurriedly walked through the auditorium again and walked out of the door, Mrs. Maxim coughed loudly.

"Well, sorry, ladies and gentlemen." She said again and again, "There is another important guest who failed to do because of some important things, just because of his reputation in the world of magic and in the subject of alchemy. For most of my life's efforts, I think I still have to introduce it to everyone-"

At this point, the auditorium door just happened to be opened again, and the first female student who came in was still the former Bussparton student. The guests' attention swept away from the student, and then all focused on the slowly separated door.

Because of the light, everyone first saw only a large group of shadows. After the visitors entered the auditorium, the guests at the scene found out that it was actually a person-that was a big fat man!

"Oh, there are so many people here!" The fat man seemed to be taken off by the blockbuster in the auditorium, but he murmured softly when he saw his body tremble with fat.

Everyone looked at the big fat master who moved in ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and even the Mr. Ghost floating behind him was temporarily ignored.

But Mrs. Maxim did not stop her introduction.

"Everyone knows that in recent years, the influence of alchemy in our magic world is gradually declining. Except for Mr. Nick LeMay, other alchemists are not well known." She said, "But we should also know These alchemists, who are not known to most people, have not given up this grand and esoteric discipline. They are immersed in research day and night, and have made a lot of contributions to the entire magic world. "

She gave a short meal and glanced at the fat master at the door before continuing: "Mr. Hornheim, the head of the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center, has developed many very practical alchemy works in this life. Among them It includes the new inventions of some investigative tools used by the Aurors in various countries ... Of course, it also includes the further improvement of the flying powder that we usually use. "

"A few days ago, Mr. Akinabad invited him to propose that he be the judge of the forthcoming modern international alchemy contest, and he readily agreed-"

Mrs. Maxim said, but emphasized: "Today, Mr. Hohenheim did not arrive here in time for a very important research project. But I believe it is because of his passion for alchemy That made him one of the front runners in contemporary alchemy. "

"What everyone sees right now is his son. During the time before Mr. Hohenheim has not arrived, his son will represent himself and show great support for the grand alchemy event!"

In Mrs. Maxim's inspiring introduction, the big fat young man looked around and then suddenly shook his hand.

"No, no, old man, he can't come!"