Chapter 551

"Young master... Young master? We've arrived. Get off the bus!"

"Wait, just a minute!"

When the guests and guests in busbarton had finished their lunch, a guest had just come to the castle vestibule. It was an ordinary black carriage dragged by a flying horse. The family emblem on the carriage was a pinch of earthy yellow gravel, which looked ordinary.

However, the coachman in the carriage looked strange.

It can be seen that the driver wore a bowler hat of unknown age on his head and a tacky old tuxedo on his body. His round figure seemed as light as nothing.

In fact, this is also a matter of course, because he is a translucent ghost all over.

As we all know, ghosts can't touch entities, and that's true. He looks like he's driving, but in fact he's just floating in the driver's seat. At best, he's just acting.

At the moment, the Pegasus landed steadily on the ground, and the ghost immediately floated down from the seat in front of him and hung dangerously by the door of the carriage.

"Young master? Come down quickly! We must be late -"

I don't know what's going on in the carriage. From the beginning, it's been ringing. It sounds very lively.

"Wait! Oh - wait," there came a few collision sounds again, and the whole carriage shook slightly. "David, you wait outside for a while, I'll come right away!"

With this sentence, there was another collision sound, which was obviously more violent than just now. At first, there was more dull noise in the jingle, and the carriage shook several times.

It looked like someone was fighting a close fight there!

"Er... Young master, can I help you?" the fat ghost called David seemed to try to express his concern.

But obviously, he's just a ghost. He can't help.

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

As soon as he said this, the car shook violently. When the door was opened, a ball... Ah, no, a man rolled out and fell heavily on the ground.

It was a fat man with meat all over. The custom wizard's robe, which was obviously widened and enlarged, was like a tights on him. HMM... maybe it should be called "slim fit"? Who knows!

"Oh - are you all right, young master?" asked Mr. Davide, the ghost, with a concerned face.

"Well... I think it's all right."

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

"Young master?" our Mr. ghost still looked worried. "Are you really all right? Do you feel any pain? Last time you accidentally fell out of bed, but you broke an arm!"

"Hi! David, how old was I at that time! A baby fell on such a hard stone brick floor and would break his arm?" big fat man shook his fleshy arm and said helplessly, "well, it's inconvenient to see people so dirty. When I go back, my little sister will blame me for humiliating the family..."

Muttering, he took a wand from the inside of his robe and lit it at himself.

"Clean up."

A spell came out of his mouth smoothly and gently, and suddenly pink soap bubbles floated all over his clothes. Soon, the "tight wizard's Robe", which had been rubbed with dust on the ground, took on a new look.

When he put away his wand again, he stretched out his meat palm and waved it hard.

"David, let's go!"

After that, he shook his body fat and walked to the main gate of busbarton step by step. The ghost David looked at the back of his fat young master who said to go. He said he had to catch up and give advice, so he hurriedly followed him.

After all, no matter what they say, they are already late. They should try to keep a low profile later. Well, of course, I'm afraid it's hard not to be noticed just by the plump body of the young master.

What's more, the young master of his family is not deeply involved in the world, and he has always been a little noisy. I don't know what kind of jokes will be made when he comes out for exercise this time!

Concerning the reputation of the hornheim family, the burden of David's visit was really heavy.

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Just as the fat young master was coming in, Mrs. Maxim's eyes were wandering from side to side in the busbarton auditorium.

She knew that a guest had not appeared yet. But because the guest's identity is quite special, in order not to let other forces here misunderstand, she must introduce it before everything starts.

After a pause, she glanced at the president of the Federation, Mr. aginbad, and cast a questioning look at him.

The guest was invited by Mr. aginbad. Now that the man doesn't appear, she naturally wants to find the president.

But old Mr. aginbad shook his head slightly.

"My old friend doesn't always remember the time," he whispered. "But he did promise to come. I think... Maybe later?"

Mrs. Maxim said that she had put off a lot of time. If it was later, she might go directly to today's dinner.

Just then, the door of the auditorium was suddenly opened. A busbarton student hurried to Mrs. maxim, then tiptoed to her side and said something.

Mrs. Maxim was a little stunned.

"Are you sure it's a young man?" she reconfirmed.

The student nodded hard with an inexplicable expression on his face.

"I'm sure!" she pursed. "It's just that he looks a little... Well, a little big?"

"That must be Mr. hornheim's son," said the old wizard aginbad. "I saw the child at his house."

"All right! But even so..." Mrs. Maxim hesitated. "But why didn't Mr. hornheim come? Should I introduce his son to everyone?"

"It can only be like this first." Mr. aginbad was also helpless. "I think Mr. hornheim may have been delayed because of something... After all, this will be a grand meeting for alchemy researchers. As one of the pioneers of contemporary alchemy scholars, he has no reason not to come."

"All right!" Mrs. Maxim nodded. "After that, please write to him again... Well, invite him in!"

She said the last sentence to the busbarton students waiting.

As the student hurried through the auditorium to the door, Mrs. Maxim coughed softly.

"Well, I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen," she said again and again, "there is another important guest who failed to make a trip because of some important things, just because of his reputation and status in the global magic world and his efforts in the discipline of alchemy for most of his life. I think I have to give you a good introduction -"

At this point, the door of the auditorium was just opened again. The first person who came in was the former busbarton schoolgirl. The attention of the guests swept over the student, and then all focused on the outside of the slowly separated door.

Because of the light, everyone only saw a big shadow. After the visitor stepped into the auditorium, the guests on the scene found that it was actually a person - a fat man with full weight!

"Oh, there are so many people here!" the fat man seemed to be under the sight of a large area in the auditorium, but he trembled and whispered.

Everyone stared at the fat young master who moved in, and even the ghost Mr. floating behind him temporarily ignored it.

But Mrs. Maxim did not stop her introduction.

"As we all know, in recent years, the influence of alchemy in our magic world is gradually declining. Except Mr. Nick LeMay, other alchemists are not famous," she said, "However, we should also know that these alchemists, who are not known to most people, have not given up this grand and profound discipline. They are immersed in research day and night and have diligently brought a lot of contributions to the whole magic world."

After a little meal, she looked at the fat young master at the door, and then continued: "Mr. hornheim is the head of the Egyptian alchemy research center. In his life, he has developed many very practical alchemy works, including the new invention of some detective tools used by Aurors in various countries... Of course, it also includes the further improvement of the flying powder we usually use."

"A few days ago, old Mr. aginbad invited him to be the judge of the upcoming first international alchemy competition in modern times, and he readily agreed -"

Mrs. Maxim said, but stressed: "today, Mr. hornheim failed to arrive here in time for a very important research project. But I believe it is his enthusiasm for alchemy that makes him one of the leaders of contemporary alchemy."

"What you see now is his son. During the period before Mr. hornheim arrives, his son will represent himself and express great support for the grand alchemy event!"

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

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