Chapter 552

"Can't come?" Mrs. Maxim looked worried when she heard the fat young master say so. "What's the matter with Mr. hornheim?"

In this competition, there are few qualified judges, and Mr. nahornheim is one of the few important candidates who can take the post of chief judge. In that year, the winner of the Gold Award for pioneering contribution at the last international alchemy conference was Mr. Alessandro von hornheim.

Incidentally, Dumbledore also appeared at one of the sessions of the conference when he was a student, and won the international award for alchemy with the title of "youngest".

Unfortunately, since Mr. hornheim's conference, this award has been buried in the old paper because of the downturn of alchemy, and has not been restarted so far.

In other words, if the inheritance of alchemy is almost cut off, where can there be enough alchemists to support such high-quality alchemy exchange conferences?

A master of alchemy like Mr. hornheim is naturally the best judge for the upcoming alchemy competition.

However, in the face of Mrs. Maxim's urgent inquiry, the fat young master standing at the door of the auditorium didn't mean to worry at all.

"Hey! In fact, 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 last night, he got up and went to the bathroom at night, and broke his waist... I think he can't go anywhere these days. He's lying at home!"

This reason is very good, quite plain! Mrs. Maxim and President aginbad looked at each other. Their eyes looked a little erratic. Maybe they would turn their eyes at the next moment!

"Uh... Is it just a waist injury? Oh, no... I mean, is your father okay?" Mrs. Maxim corrected her words and greeted her for the time being, but what she cared about most was whether Mr. hornheim could be a judge at that time.

"Well... Old man, he's really fine!" the fat young master said again and again. "It's just a small injury. He's already taken medicine and will be fine in two or three days."

After only two or three days, Mrs. Maxim finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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

As one of the most important alchemy masters today, Mr. hornheim said that he was irreplaceable. After all, it was difficult to find a second judge of his level in a short time.

At that time, if there are problems because the judges are not enough to convince the public, I'm afraid the representatives of various forces sitting in this auditorium will have an excuse to rise up and make trouble. These wolf cubs are hunters who smell the scarlet, but they can't seize such a big opportunity to hunt.

"Since Mr. hornheim is all right, that's great!" Mrs. Maxim resumed her usual grace. She smiled. "Come, since you're visiting on behalf of your father, please take your seat quickly!"

At present, all kinds of food on the table have not been removed, and the fat young master has long been greedy. As soon as he heard Mrs. Maxim say he could find a seat to sit down, he immediately burst out of appetite, glanced casually, and walked to the seat nearest to the door.

"Hey! Man, come on... Move aside a little and let me rest my feet." the fat young master's fat face was full of smiles, which looked obscene and funny. "Young master, my ass was stuck on the chair in the carriage all the way. I almost broke my waist in order to pull it out just now! I have to mend it well..."

As he spoke, he squeezed into an empty chair. His extra wide body pushed aside a guy next to him with a chair.

If he chose this seat by chance, the two unlucky people who were forcibly squeezed away by him were the two tefullers who stared at Maka.

Maka saw it from a distance. Master tefuller immediately looked angry, but after hesitating, he simply moved aside again. Naturally, this is clearly not the time for trouble.

After the fat young master of the hornheim family finally took his seat, Mrs. Maxim began to be polite again. What she said next was not important, but mostly unimportant.

But even so, all the guests turned their attention to her. In any case, Mrs. maxim is the headmaster of busbarton, and this is her territory. Respecting the speech of the host here is a social etiquette that people with status and status must abide by.

Such facade rules are always boring, but they are also essential.

However, their attention failed to continue to focus. Before long, a loud noise suddenly sounded - the fat young master of the hornheim family began to eat!

Maka's seat is relatively front. In terms of position, he is far away from the other side of the auditorium. But he was one of the few wizards in the auditorium who could look at the fat young master with a smile on his face.

The fat man has a strong momentum when he eats.

Not how rough he is. In fact, his knives and forks were held in his hands very orderly, and his every move was not vulgar. He cut the steak without any movement.

What's the problem?

It turned out that after all, it was his surprisingly thick fat, which made him have to lift his elbow when he put food into his mouth. But he was very concerned about his eating behavior. In order to conform to the dining etiquette, he tried not to lift his elbows too high, so that he had to suck in the food by his mouth every time he ate.

Listening to the sound of sucking and sliding again and again, people don't understand whether he cares about etiquette or habit.

Maka found that the tense atmosphere in the auditorium had been completely destroyed by him since the wonderful fat man appeared.

Speaking of it, Mr. hornheim of the alchemy research center also knows that he is an alchemist who focuses on research and innovation. But who knows, such a respected alchemist gave birth to such a funny fat son - judging from the age of the father and son, the academic master should have been 40 or 50 years old when he gave birth to the son.

Is this because I'm old, so I'm too spoiled? At least Marca doesn't look like her.

But in the final analysis, the fat young master not only sat down and ate, but also made a lot of noise. It's really a little unorthodox. But nobody really cares about him here. After all, there are more important things than blaming him!

Look! Mrs. maxim in front of the auditorium was not affected at all. Although she subconsciously glanced at the fat man, she was stunned that her words without nutrition did not appear, even once. After most people finally stopped paying attention to the fat man, she said something more meaningful to everyone.

"... I think you all know how much impact Mr. Nicole LeMay's legacy will have on the whole magic world if it is officially made public! But in fact, Mr. LeMay is not unconditionally made public -"

Seeing that Mrs. Maxim finally put the topic on the focus, the guests immediately paid more attention. Soon their eyes focused on Mrs. Maxim.

"The legacy left by Mr. LeMay before his death is his private alchemy laboratory. For the time being, only Mr. Edward LeMay knows where that laboratory is."

At this point, Mrs. Maxim nodded to the old LeMay housekeeper.

"Yes, I think you can guess more or less," she said. "The first problem we will face is how to open Mr. Nicole LeMay's laboratory. I heard before that it is not an easy thing. We need to have a sufficient understanding of alchemy 'itself'."

In fact, many ancient magic relics have been excavated in the history of the magic world, and most of them are still being studied and explored. Most of these relics have two things in common, that is, it is easy to find and difficult to enter. In some places, even Muggles who do not understand magic can be easily found.

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

"Mr. Edward LeMay said that it was one of the topics set by Mr. Nicole LeMay to find a way to interpret his legacy. If there were no wizards in the world who could really understand 'what is alchemy', then his legacy would not be open or closed."

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

"My family once said that it was Mr. Albus Dumbledore, the president of Hogwarts, who left him hope and let him know that there may be many knowledgeable wizards in today's magic world. That's why he left these legacies instead of dying with his wife without saying a word."

He said, thought again, and then said seriously: "so I think, although the owner often said that he had seen the decline of talents in the 665 years of his life, he still had expectations for today's magic world. He must always believe that our magic will gradually prosper again and move to the next peak with the efforts of young wizards from generation to generation."

The old housekeeper's words were so sincere that even if the representatives of these forces were impure, they could not help feeling a little.

The gradual decline of the magic world is obvious to all. Although it seems to have improved in recent years, it is no longer brilliant after all. In fact, both family forces and individuals hope that the whole magic world can make more and better progress and development.

It was at this time that Mrs. Maxim shouted:

"Therefore, Mr. aginbad and steward Edward decided that we would hold a world-class alchemy competition to bring more alchemy talents back to the public and show us a more colorful alchemy world!"