"Sir, did you bring that note to me?"

At this moment, Martin was standing in front of the stone monument in Boothbatten Garden. He looked at the mysterious wizard who was almost half in the shadow. His right hand had touched his magic wand, apparently quite cautious.

Although he thought that no one should choose to offend the Blois family, but everything is not absolute, there will always be such unscrupulous guys in this world, he has to be careful.

Of course, he is not without doubt whether it is Fannie who brought him here. But after thinking about it for a while, he realized that it should not be the case. After all, if Fannie had trouble finding him, it was so simple that he didn't even need to see him. He just reported it to the owner.

So he guessed that what was said on the previous note might be true.

In fact, Maca wrote two sentences on that piece of paper: First, he claimed to be a wizard belonging to a certain family, and wanted to cooperate with Martin, who was in charge of the Blois family, and fight with other forces together. A dispute; and the second is that he needs to meet with the Martin steward alone to discuss the plan with him safely.

At a time when many forces are seizing the time to seek cooperation with each other, although Maca's intention is simple, it seems particularly appropriate.

"Good evening, Mr. Steward."

Maca made a mistake, walked out from the shadow of the stele at random, and even greeted him lightly.

"you--"

As soon as he appeared, he was startled by Martin. This Martin was not blind, and naturally noticed that Maca had been with Fannie. As soon as the two met, Martin stepped back immediately, his expression seemed to be quite shaken.

"How could it be you?" He trembled. "You ... why did you call me here?"

"Did I write a note to you?" Maca shrugged. "Did you not see it? Or, did you see it but didn't believe it?"

"This ... yes, I watched ..."

In Macana's peaceful tone, Martin hesitated unconsciously. He thought to himself, did McLean of Hogwarts really want to cooperate with himself? But isn't there already a housekeeper over there? How could he still need him?

Hmm ... Maybe this McLean was not happy with Vannie? Yes, although Fan Ni's work is simple and neat, she's always too rigid, I'm afraid that there is no way to do some flycatcher's work. And in this incident, people who do not touch the fish in muddy waters will not be able to get any good. Regarding this, people will know that they will die so soon.

However, such things he Martin is good at!

"Mr. McLean?" Mr. Martin pondered for a moment, and then deliberately tempted, "You look for cooperation with me, and it seems to be a little bit far away? Isn't Fannie, with you?"

Marka heard the words, but shook her head with a smile.

"Of course she will help me ... of course, from her position and perspective," he said calmly, "but I think you can also help me with some very necessary things."

"me?"

Martin questioned subconsciously, but Macca nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, you must."

"Then ... what can I do for you?" Martin asked puzzledly. "And what good is it to me?"

"The benefits are naturally there, but I can talk about this later. As for now ... I can tell you what you can do--" Marka said, her eyes suddenly glanced at him, "you can do it first Yes, let me take a look at your memory. "

When Marka spoke this sentence, Martin's manager suddenly burst into his heart, and then he felt that the fragments of various memories were backtracking in turn without his control. This feeling seemed to him like years, but it was just a flash.

When he returned to God again, covering his head with a swirling sky, Maca still looked at him with a smile, without even moving his position.

"You do n’t even know who is behind you in the back, and you dare to blend in with this heritage storm? Should I say that you are brave enough ... or that you are being smoked by interests? Dizzy? "

Maca took turns confirming the memory he had just peeked at with the deceptive mind-magnification, and then shook her head with a strange expression. Obviously, he has said such things, and there is definitely nothing to gain.

"You ... what exactly do you want to do?" Martin, who had just stabilized from the chaotic consciousness, frowned suddenly.

"I just want to see who else is trying to make trouble," Maca spread his hands, "It's a pity, because your inadequate consideration has made me waste time. But it's nothing, now we have one more thing we need 'cooperating."

"Why, what?" Martin hesitated again, apparently wondering what Maca was trying to figure out.

"It's nothing, it's a breeze for you again." Maca reached out and gestured to the door. "Now, you should leave here. In that case, you may be able to continue your foreign affairs manager. When you go down, otherwise ... I think you understand? "

For this Martin steward, Maca is not polite. Because Booth Barton is messy right now, he doesn't want to have more cuckoo sticks mixed in, so one can be counted as one less.

"This ... Okay, okay, I know ..." Martin's complexion changed several times in a row, and he said so loudly that it was obvious that he could not bear the huge cake that was in front of everyone, and his sexual greed was evident.

But he seems to be more reasonable. With the fanatics of that family here, not only will his chances become very small, but the odds of being unlucky will double several times. Now that Maca looked so energetic again, there was obviously very little room for him to choose.

"Just know."

Maca nodded calmly, and then stopped talking nonsense, but reached out and pointed to the door again, meaning Martin hadtened.

Seeing this situation, Martin could not help but take a step back. But his steps were very slow, as if the greed in his heart, like a bottomless hole, kept urging him to stop him immediately.

Marka couldn't help pulling his corners when he saw that his hands were still on his pockets.

"Are you going to do something with me here?" He pointed out straightforwardly, "I advise you not to sit in such a useless period, lest you can't even leave Enron today."

Following Maca's warning, Martin's manager's hand trembled immediately, then moved his hand stiffly. Of course he can't do anything with Maca, after all, even if he knows nothing about Maca's deeds, it is obviously not a suitable place for fighting.

Without saying anything else, those wizards who are still busy in their own way are a natural warning. In the presence of many forces, no one dares to wield his magic wand easily, except in the dark.

"If I were to leave now, wouldn't you tell the Vanessa manager what I had happened in Boothbatten?" Martin could not help asking.

"If you don't show up at the end, I don't think I'll remember you anymore," Maca waved his hand. "Are you going? Remember to go back and ask the question of who came over you first." Figure it out. Believe me, it's an unsafe place for anyone now. "

Martin nodded as he spoke, and then turned reluctantly towards the main entrance of Boothbatten.

Being able to "persuade" someone with a mouth is at least a lot easier than using magic to do it. If he hadn't wanted to find out which discordant factor happened in Blois Castle by the way, he didn't even want to use the spell of the intrigue.

After confirming that Martin's steward had actually left, Marka slipped back to the entrance of the auditorium. He could see from a distance, and Fanny, who was sitting in his seat, looked at this side as well, and nodded his head.

Although Martin's affairs would be dealt with by Fannie, it would be resolved faster than him. But then, most of the people behind Martin would be alert. And now, the other party will surely know through Martin that if there is any understanding of his existence, it may only be Maca.

In the eyes of the other party, Fanny knows that it is a very important thing. If the owner of Blois emerges because of this, and there is another member in the family who does not have his own heart, the other party's actions will be more troublesome in the future.

Now, no one except Marca knows his existence, which is definitely an unfortunate blessing for him.

Maca believed that the unknown Blois family member might come to him soon. At that time, he can sell Willie's father again as a friend ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ After telling Fanny that he managed to drive away the foreigner, Maka returned to here again. In the expensive Booth Barton Hall. It won't be long before the ball is officially started, and he feels that at the end of the ball, there will probably be something in this life.

Either everything becomes clearer, or the situation becomes more chaotic. Either way, it is not yet time for him to intervene. Like many forces, he is waiting for an opportunity.

Disputes between forces are not as straightforward as his battle with Voldemort. In many cases, they will affect the whole body, and the impact will affect many people and things. The more this kind of time, the more the importance of personal strength will be continuously reduced, often only in certain circumstances.

Seizing the timing is what he needs to do now.

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