Chapter 324

"... I don't know what you came to me for?"

Under Maka's inquiry, Ms. St. Guina, who had always been flirting, suddenly calmed down, and her face became a little more serious.

Of course, the laziness unique to vampires is more or less residual.

"In fact, I didn't expect to meet you here, Mr. McLean..."

When she heard her name blurted out by the other party, Maka raised her eyebrows unexpectedly - he doesn't remember when he mentioned his name.

Seeing that Marca didn't speak, Saint Guiana couldn't help sighing.

"Well... First of all, I'd better introduce myself seriously..." she whispered, "although I've said it before, let me say it again. My name is' nislein Saint Guina '... The female vampire who bathes in the girl's blood' Camilla Saint Guina 'mentioned just now is my mother."

"Oh -" Marca was not interested in asking why her last name followed her mother, but just casually polite, "I'm honored to know you."

"No, I don't think it's worth your 'honor', is it?" Saint Guiana shook his head.

Yes, according to the content recorded in the history of magic, it's really no honor to know the offspring of Camilla Saint Guiana.

To put it bluntly, it was just a criminal who killed madly for the blood of a girl. There were dozens of victims among wizards alone, and Muggle victims wanted to talk about hundreds.

It is precisely because of this amazing story that the female vampire named "Camilla Saint Guiana" also boarded the Chocolate Frog card, adding a heavy color to the vampire's reputation.

Of course, it is obvious that it is enough "black".

But as far as Maka is concerned, he doesn't feel much about it. As long as he doesn't provoke himself, he will only feel that everything is fine!

"That was three or four hundred years ago. Does it have anything to do with you?" he said indifferently. "I'm more curious than that - do you know me?"

"Oh, of course, that's right -" nodded St. Guiana. "In fact, 'we' had a relatively large party not long ago..."

She said, taking a deep look at Marca.

"I think... You should know what happened?"

Maka also looked at her. Her sapphire blue eyes seemed unusually deep.

"Well... Is it Voldemort?" in this case, he can only think of this reason.

Sure enough, St. Guiana nodded gently, affirming his guess.

"Some 'big people' in your family accepted his invitation, didn't they?" Maka continued.

When the other party didn't nod immediately, but hesitated, he seemed to notice something.

"It seems... There are differences?" he said thoughtfully.

"Mr. Deiss is really right. You are really smart - yes, there are differences among us, and some people are excited about the conditions given by 'him'." Saint Guina said cautiously, "although that accounts for only a small part of the people, unfortunately, some of them are people with higher generations..."

"That's understandable," Maka said clearly. "In terms of the modern history of magic, the more advanced the times, the worse the relationship between you and wizards and Muggles. I'm afraid it's inevitable that you will become like this."

"Yes, the current situation is just as you speculate. The differences in the clan have brought great pressure to the clan." St. Guiana said reluctantly, "in fact, Mr. Deiss has actually returned to Britain to find you. He is one of our people who want to have a good relationship with wizards, with a higher generation."

"Speaking of the surname 'Deiss'... Does Mr. Deiss have anything to do with the popular singer' Loken Deiss'?"

"Oh, that's right." St. Guiana smiled and nodded. "That's Mr. DEIS's youngest son."

"No wonder..." makaton suddenly.

The "Loken Deiss" is a very popular male singer in the magic world in recent years, and is deeply loved and sought after by witches. It is worth mentioning that he is an extremely rare hybrid vampire.

It is difficult for vampires to reproduce, even among the same race, so even if they are left alone, the number of vampires has never increased sharply.

And if intermarriage, the possibility of producing offspring is lower. From this point of view alone, the good impression of Mr. Deiss on the wizard can be seen.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Marca asked after hearing the general situation.

"In fact, among our people, those who live in Britain do not agree to form an alliance with him. I also learned the specific state of the British magic world from their mouth - according to their judgment, the situation is completely tilted to your side..."

Saint Guiana continued to expound the views of her people, including many praise words. It can be seen that she has great confidence in Marca and Dumbledore.

In her words, Maka also found that what convinced them of the forces of the order of the Phoenix was the last attack on Voldemort's forces at the personal audio-visual conference.

In that plan, not only the Death Eaters suffered heavy losses, but also Voldemort himself was defeated in public. It was indeed a very "conspicuous" victory.

"So, in fact, we want to gather some people to form an alliance with you and Mr. Dumbledore..."

Saint Guiana said a lot of explicit praise, but Maka felt that the distance between them... Seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Because in the process of narration, Saint Guiana has stood up and is slowly moving towards him.

"... Mr. McLean, I wonder if you agree?"

Her voice added a trace of charm again in her laziness, and her enchanting body pressed Marca, and an ambiguous atmosphere appeared in the air.

However, when Marca's hand gently pushed St. Guiana's shoulder, with the temptation expression on her face, the inexplicable beauty was swept away.

"Although I'm sorry, I still want to explain," Maka smiled. "I don't know the reason, but... Maybe all the magic about charm is useless to me..."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned a whole face and said, "from my observation and prior judgment, most of what you just said should be true..."

"Then why do you want to use this means against me?"

In front of the surprised lady of St. Guiana, Maka remained calm. Even if he was aware of what the other party had just done, he didn't show hostility - he didn't even take out his magic wand.

"Little brother..." the surprise on Ms. St. Guiana's face disappeared a little, and what passed away was the laziness that always accompanied her. "I can't see that you're quite proud... You're really not afraid that I'm 'him'. Are you here to attack you tonight?"

"Of course not..." Marca shrugged easily. "As for the reason why I'm not worried, it's not because I'm proud... In fact, did you tell me the reason soon?"

"What?" St. Guiana was stunned when he heard the speech. "I told you?"

"Since you know so well about the situation between me and Voldemort, do you think it's good to be hostile to me?"

Maka's meaning can't be clearer.

His words are actually telling Saint Guiana, "even if you are less than a foot away from me, even if I don't take out my wand, you can't hurt half of my hair.".

Saint Guiana blinked and suddenly giggled.

"Isn't that pride?" she laughed.

"No, after all, you can't be hostile to me." Maka shook her head, "because..."

As he spoke, he raised a finger, and a silver fog suddenly lit up at the tip of his finger, winding and flowing gently between his fingers.

As soon as Ms. Saint Guiana saw it, she frowned and stepped back for several steps.

"Patron saint curse." she hated the tunnel.

Yes, although vampires are not as afraid of the patron saint curse as Dementors and Voldemort bats, they never want that pure light fog like unicorn to touch themselves.

It's a physical aversion, and this fog of light will weaken their natural power.

Fortunately, the patron saint mantra is a very profound magic. Although it is not complicated in terms of magic principle, it is difficult to "understand". In fact, there are not many wizards who can use it smoothly.

Otherwise, vampires must run away when they see wizards, and Marca and St. Guiana can't sit together and talk like this.

Marca dissipated the light fog at her fingertips, and then looked at St. Guiana, as if waiting for her to make a reasonable explanation.

However, Saint Guiana did not return to the topic immediately. Her eyes remained in Marca's hands, and the color of surprise on her face became rich.

"... wandless casting?" she said in amazement. "Is this a wandless casting? That Andros's wandless casting?"

The name spoken by Saint Guiana belongs to one of the few legends that have survived since ancient times, a famous figure called "invincible Andros ①".

But the legend is too old. Although he is also one of the characters of the Chocolate Frog card, it only mentioned that "he can summon a patron saint the size of a giant".

As for the possibility of non stick casting, it is even lower than that. Not many people know it.