Chapter 323

Night has fallen quietly, and the lights in Georgi bar have been lit inadvertently. Probably because there are only two bars here, it becomes noisy at night.

No matter whether they knew each other or not, the drinkers who drank a few more cups released the remaining formality in their hearts and talked to each other.

Hagrid, who was still a little unhappy just now, soon forgot what he had just done after a few drinks and began to talk to another local wizard who couldn't even speak English.

Even if they don't know what each other is talking about, it doesn't have any impact on their congeniality. It looks like the atmosphere is quite good.

It seems that Mrs. Maxim can't be relieved that her apology has not been accepted. When Maka chatted with the other party, she would glance over there from time to time.

In fact, Maka had noticed it for a long time, but he didn't really feel the need to hold on - the other party obviously didn't take it to heart, did he?

At present, what he wants to do most is to talk more with the woman opposite.

"... I don't know what it tastes like in your mouth?"

When speaking of this sentence, Maka's eyes fell on the glass at the other party's hand, and the curiosity implied in the words did not hide much.

When the other party heard the speech, he took a glass of wine and sipped it gently.

"I can't answer this question," said the tip of her bright red tongue, gently licking her upper lip, as if savoring the fragrance left between her teeth. "If I say it's' sweet ', how do you know that the' sweet 'in my mouth is not the' bitter 'in your mouth?"

Just then, she stretched out her right index finger and thumb, gracefully wiped the edge of the cup she had drunk, and then pushed the glass to the middle of the small round table with her fingertips.

"Why don't you try it?"

I don't know if it was an illusion. Maka always felt that she was a little naughty when she said this.

Maka was not polite. He reached out with great interest, picked up the wine glass, took it to his eyes and shook it. In the translucent glass goblet, some dark red liquor hung a thin layer of viscosity on the wall.

When he reached the edge of the glass and sniffed it, a strong rust smell mixed with the light aroma of rum immediately filled his nose, which could not help but make him completely give up the idea of tasting it.

He smiled, pushed the glass back intact, and shook his head.

"As far as I know, the 'sweet' in your mouth and the 'sweet' in my mouth are actually the same taste." Maka thought a little, and suddenly the topic changed, "would you like some dessert? It's my treat."

"It's not a good idea for a beautiful lady to have dessert in the evening?" the other party picked a slender eyebrow and said with a smile, "little brother, I can't see that you still know 'we'... You're right, except this -" she held up her glass and motioned, "Other tastes are no different from those in your mouth, just simple -"

"... not interested?" Maka guessed.

"Yes... You can say so!" she nodded slightly. "Although it tastes good, it doesn't have much desire to taste."

"Because the body doesn't have corresponding needs..." Maka said to herself thoughtfully.

Because organisms need food to continue their life, they will evolve the desire to eat - this is the most direct causality. As for the "taste" of food, at best, it is only a "bait" to lure organisms to prey.

This is true for the "human" Maka, and it is also true for the "this one" in front of him.

To be honest, after thinking of this, Maka became more and more interested.

"Maybe there are some unexpected connections between 'we'!" his eyes are staring at each other, but the focus seems to fall on the whole group behind her. "I don't know if I'm lucky to know your name, 'beautiful lady'?"

"Why not?" she sat a little straight and put her chin on the table for a moment. "Nislane Saint Guiana - remember, little brother."

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After that, instead of continuing to talk to the lady of Saint Guiana, Maka got up and said goodbye, and then returned to Mrs. Maxim's round table.

After ordering some food and eating it in a hurry, they went to the hostel behind the bar to have a rest.

Originally, when Maka and Hagrid came here to book a room, Hagrid planned to book two rooms, but at Maka's insistence, they finally booked three rooms.

When Maka heard that the next door soon sounded like a muffled snore, he couldn't help smiling and sighing.

"I thought I had expected, but I underestimated Hagrid!" he thought to himself.

But just as he was about to set up a silencing spell in the house, his hand holding the wand could not help pausing and inserted it back into his sleeve.

Then he rolled up his sleeve and looked at the black mark on his forearm.

That was the mark left by Voldemort's sneak attack. In this mark, in addition to some of the remaining black gas, there were some magic that had been infected by the black gas and could not be completely cleaned up.

Up to now, those magic powers have been assimilated by black gas. In other words, most of the lost magic power can't come back.

Fortunately, it was only a small part and had little impact on Maka. However, although he blocked this part of black gas together with the polluted magic with runes, it was still a hidden danger.

At least he didn't want to see Voldemort again until he found a way to get rid of him completely.

Even if he didn't think Voldemort could control this part of the black gas sealed by runes, he wouldn't take such unnecessary risks as long as it was still possible.

But to his surprise, he didn't feel any malice in this black air. Don't be malicious. Even the "negative energy" that all black magic must have is not a trace in this black gas.

As far as the characteristics of the bewitching monument are concerned, this must be said to be a very strange thing.

Just when Maka remembered the little magic he had lost because of the spell, there was a slight knock at the door of the guest room. In Hagrid's loud snore next door, even Maka almost didn't hear it.

He pulled up his sleeve again, smoothed it, and slightly adjusted his collar. Then he turned and walked to the door.

"Oh - Good evening, Ms. St. Guiana." the visitor was the lazy beauty who had talked for a while in the front bar.

To be honest, Marca didn't expect her to come.

"Little brother, my sister misses you!"

Before Maka's invitation, she reached out and gently pushed on Maka's chest and walked into the room.

Maka shrugged, smiled disapprovingly, and then took the door with her.

"Ms. St. Guiana, I don't know what's the matter with the night visit?" he habitually said as he walked in, "what do you need to drink -"

He stopped halfway through the conversation.

"... Oh, I'm sorry," he waved his hand as he looked back with a smile. "Don't look at me like that. I'm not a drink."

"Really?"

Said Ms. St. Guiana, winking meaningfully at Marca.

"Of course, of course," Marca smiled and went to the table in the room, then reached out and took it out of her waist. "If you want to taste fresh food, I actually have a lot of varieties here..."

He said, but his men kept on. Before long, a lot of large and small magic medicine bottles were placed on the table.

"Dragon, giant monster and Mermaid... Oh, this is not an empty bottle. It's an invisible beast. I've only met it once. Don't drink it all... By the way, there's a bottle of snake monster here. I'm sure you'll be very interested..."

Marca's bottles are all precious. Seriously, these are all his stocks. At least a small half of them are not necessarily available to others if they want to buy them.

"Oh? Even snake monsters?" Ms. St. Guiana smiled. It seems that her spirit will be better in the evening, "HMM... it smells refreshing..."

However, she just smelled it and soon put the bottle back on the table.

"It's bothering you, little brother... But sister, I'm picky about food!"

This sounds a little malicious, but Maka thought of a possibility.

"Your last name sounds familiar..." Maka looked up and said, "is it the 'Saint Guiana'?"

"You remember well..." Ms. St. Guiana said, and suddenly leaned against Maka, with her slender and tender fingertips gently across Maka's neck.

"Well, do you want to be my first 'male'?" she leaned close to Marca's ear and whispered with her eyes like silk.

"Even vampires can't live that long..." Maka smiled and gently pushed her away. "Or do you want to tell me that soaking the girl's blood can really make vampires continue their life and resist aging?"

Yes, the lady of St. Guiana is a vampire out and out.

"Why, don't you believe it?" Saint Guiana stepped back a little, and a naughty smile appeared on his face. "Immortality is not the patent of those wizards. There are stories and legends that vampires can live forever in the Muggle world!"

Instead of arguing with her, Maka sat down in a chair by the table and motioned behind each other.

"Please sit down! I think... The night may be your active time, but I still need to sleep for a while!"

Then he repeated the original question softly, "I don't know what's the matter with you coming to me?"