"Can't come?" Hearing the fat young master said, Mrs. Maxim seemed a little anxious. "What happened to Mr. Hohenheim?"

In this event, there are not many qualified to serve as judges, and Mr. Hohenheim is one of the few important candidates who can assume the role of general judge. In that year, the winner of the pioneering contribution gold award at the last International Alchemy Conference was his Alessandro von Hohenheim.

Incidentally, Dumbledore also appeared in a certain session of the conference as a student and won the international award for alchemy under the title "Youngest".

It is a pity that since Mr. Hohenheim's session, this award has been buried in the pile of old paper because of the downturn in alchemy, and so far there has been no chance of being restarted.

In the same way, if the tradition of alchemy is almost cut off, where are there enough alchemists to support such high-quality alchemy exchange conferences?

Think of Mr. Hohenheim as a master of alchemy with gold content, naturally the best judge for the upcoming alchemy competition.

However, in the face of Mrs. Maxim's eager questioning, the fat young man standing at the door of the auditorium at this moment did not have the slightest anxiety.

"Hi! It's nothing--" He shrugged his shoulders, and the meat waves on his chest and cheeks fluctuated. "To say that the old man was fine yesterday, I went to the toilet at night and broke my waist. ... I think he can't go anywhere these days, he's lying at home! "

That's a good reason, pretty plain! Mrs. Maxim and President Akinbad glanced at each other, their eyes seemed a little erratic, and maybe they could roll their eyes next time!

"Uh ... Is it just a low back injury? Oh, no ... I mean, is your father okay?" Madame Maxim corrected her words, let alone a greeting, but she was most concerned Or was Mr. Hohenheim able to serve as a judge?

"Well ... he's really okay, old man!" Master Fat repeatedly said, "It's just a minor injury. He has already taken the medicine, and it will be fine in about two or three days."

It took only two or three days to hear, and Madame Maxim was finally relieved.

To say that a competition is held, the most important thing is manpower—one of course is the contestants, and the other is the judges. As for the staff, there must be as many as they want.

As one of the most important alchemy masters today, Mr. Hohenheim is okay to say that he is irreplaceable. After all, it will be difficult to find the second judge who can have his level in a short time.

At that time, if there is a problem because the judges are not enough to convince the public, then the representatives of the various forces sitting in the auditorium now may have an excuse to rally. This group of wolf pups are predators who move when they smell the orangutans, but they can't let them seize such a large chance of predation.

"Since Mr. Hornheim is okay, then it can't be better!" Mrs. Maxim returned to her usual grace again, and she smiled. "Come, since you are visiting on behalf of your father, then please sit down quickly. Come on! "

At this moment, the food on the table hadn't been removed, and the fat young man had been staring. When he heard Mrs. Maxim said that he could find a seat to sit down, he immediately burst into appetite, glanced casually, and walked to the seat closest to the door.

"Hey, dude, come ... move a little to the side, and let me rest, too." Master Fat's fat face was full of smiles, looking a bit wretched and a little funny, "Master, I'm **** along the way They were all stuck in the chair in the carriage. Just to pull it out, I almost broke my waist! I have to make up for it ... "

As he said, he squeezed into an empty chair. The extraordinarily wide body was pushing a guy next to him with a chair.

To say that he was a coincidence, the two unlucky eggs squeezed apart by him were exactly the two Taylors who had stared at Maca before.

Maca saw it from a distance. The Master Tiffler was full of anger, but after hesitating, he moved away a bit. Naturally, this is obviously not the time for trouble.

After the fat master of Hohenheim's family finally took his seat, Mrs. Maxim began to settle with everyone again. What she said next was not the point, most of which were insignificant scenes.

But even so, the guests all moved their eyes to her. What's more, this Mrs. Maxim is the principal of Boothbatten. This is also her place. Respect the host here to speak, which is the social etiquette that people with status and status must abide by.

Rules like this are always boring to say, but they are also essential.

It's just that the attention of these people has not been able to continue. It didn't take long for a long time to make a loud noise-the fat young master of Hohenheim's family began to eat!

Maca's seat is relatively high, and in terms of position, he is far from the other side of the auditorium. But he was one of the few wizards in this auditorium who could look at the fat master with a smile on his face.

The big fat man ate something, and it was a forceful one.

Not to say how rough he was. In fact, his knife and fork were very well held in his hands, and every move was not uncommon, and there was no movement when he cut the steak.

So where is the problem?

It turned out that after all, he was to blame his extraordinarily thick fat, and the fatness required him to raise his elbows when feeding food into his mouth. But he was very concerned about his eating behavior. In order to comply with the dining etiquette, he tried hard not to raise his elbow too high, so that every time he ate, he had to **** in his food through his mouth.

Listening to the sound of that slick again and again makes people completely confused whether he cares about etiquette or habit.

Maca found that since the appearance of this wonderful fat man, the somewhat tense atmosphere in the original auditorium had been completely destroyed by him.

Speaking of which, Mr. Hohenheim of the Alchemy Research Center also knows that, he is an alchemist who focuses on research and innovation. But who knows, then a respected master of alchemy gave birth to such a big fat son-judging from the age of the father and son, when the master who indulged in academics gave birth to the son, It should already be 40 or 50 years old.

Is this because you are too old to be too spoiled? At least Maca didn't look like it.

But in the end, this fat young man not only sat down and started eating, but also moved quietly. It was indeed a bit out of shape. But no one here really cares about him, after all, more important things than blame him!

look! Madame Maxim in front of the auditorium was not affected at all. Although she subconsciously glanced at the fat pier, the unnutritive words in her mouth did not appear to stumble even once. After most people finally stopped paying attention to the fat man, she talked about something more meaningful to everyone.

"... I think everyone understands how much impact Mr. Nicole LeMay's legacy would have on the entire magical world if it was officially made public! But in fact, Mr. LeMay is not unconditionally disclosed- "

Seeing that Mrs. Maxim finally focused on the topic, the guests were even more concerned. Soon, their eyes focused on Mrs. Maxim.

"Mr. LeMay's legacy is his private alchemy laboratory. For the time being, only Mr. LeMay was known."

Having said that, Mrs. Maxim nodded again to the old housekeeper of LeMay.

"Yes, I think everyone can guess a bit," she said. "The first problem we will face is how to open Mr. Nicole LeMay's laboratory. I have heard before that it is not the same. An easy task requires us to understand enough about the alchemy itself. "

In fact, many magical relics from ancient times have been discovered in the history of the magic world, and most of them are still under continuous research and exploration. Most of these relics have two things in common, that is, it is easy to find and difficult to find ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ In some places, even Muggles who do not understand magic can easily find them.

The same is true of Nicole LeMay's alchemy laboratory.

"Mr. Edward LeMay said that it was one of the topics that Mr. Nicole LeMay set up in order to find the legacy that he left behind. If there is no wizard in the world who can really understand 'what is alchemy' If he does, then the legacy he left behind doesn't matter if it's public or private. "

At this point, the old butler Edward also stood up.

"My host once said that Mr. Albus Dumbledore, the principal of Hogwarts, had left him hope that he might have many knowledgeable wizards in the magic world today. . That's why he left these legacy instead of leaving the world with his wife silently. "

He said, thought again, and then solemnly said: "So I think that although the family often says that they have seen the withering of talent in the 665 years of his life, he still has expectations for the magic world today. He must always believe that our magic will gradually flourish again, with the efforts of young wizards from generation to generation reaching the next peak. "

The words of the old housekeeper were so sincere, that even the representatives of these forces once again had some feelings, even if they were impure.

The gradual weakening of the magic world is obvious to all. Although it seems to have improved in recent years, it is no longer brilliant. Regardless of whether they are family forces or individuals, in fact, they hope that the entire magic world can have more and better progress.

It was at this moment that Mrs. Maxim cried out:

"So, Mr. Akinbad and Edward Butler have decided that we are going to host a world-class alchemy contest, let more alchemy talents come back to the public, and show us a more colorful alchemy world! "