Chapter 577

"Sir, did you send that note to me just now?"

At this time, steward Martin was standing in front of the stone tablet in busbarton garden. He looked at the mysterious wizard who was almost not in the shadow. His right hand had touched his wand, which was obviously quite cautious.

Although he thought that no one should choose to offend the brova family, everything was not absolute. There would always be some unscrupulous guys in the world, so he had to be careful.

Of course, he did not doubt whether Fanny was in charge of bringing himself here. But when he thought about it, he understood that it should not be that way. After all, if Fanny wanted to trouble him, it was too simple. She didn't even need to see him. She just reported it to the owner.

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

In fact, Maka wrote two sentences on that piece of paper: first, he claimed to be a wizard belonging to a family and wanted to cooperate with Martin, who was in charge of the brova family, and fight with other forces together; The second is that he needs to meet with the steward Martin alone, so that he can safely discuss the plan with him.

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

"Good evening, Mr. steward."

Maka made a mistake, walked out of the shadow of the stone tablet at random, and even said hello gently.

"You --"

Martin was startled when he showed up. Martin was not blind. Naturally, he had noticed Marca who had always been with Fanny. As soon as they met, Martin immediately took a step back, and his expression seemed to be quite shaken.

"How could it be you?" he trembled. "You... Why did you call me here?"

"Didn't I write you a note?" Marca shrugged. "Didn't you read it? Or did you read it, but didn't believe it?"

"This... Yes, I saw..."

Under Makana's peaceful tone, Martin hesitated unconsciously. He thought to himself, does this Hogwarts McLean really want to cooperate with himself? But doesn't he already have a home manager over there? How can you still need him, Martin?

HMM... maybe McLean didn't actually get along well with Fanny? Yes, although Fanny is in charge of things, she is always too rigid. I'm afraid she can't do some dirty work. In this incident, people who don't fish in troubled waters can't benefit. People who just look at how quickly they die know this.

However, Martin is good at such things!

"Mr. McClain?" said Martin, after pondering for a while, on purpose. "You seem to be a little reluctant to be close and far away when you ask me to cooperate? Isn't steward Fanny with you?"

When Maka heard the speech, she smiled and shook her head.

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

"Me?"

Martin asked subconsciously, but in exchange for Marca's affirmative nod.

"Yes, you must."

"So... What can I do for you?" Martin wondered. "And what good is it for me?"

"Of course there are benefits, but this can be said later. As for now... I can tell you what you can do first -" said Marca, glancing at him. "The first thing you can do is let me see your memory."

When Marca said this, Martin's supervisor had a sudden surprise in his heart, and then he felt that the fragments of various memories were going back in turn without his control. This feeling seemed like a year to him, but it was only a moment.

When he came back to himself again and covered his spinning brain for a while, he found that Maka was still looking at him with a smile and didn't even move his position.

"You don't even know who is behind you, and dare to casually get involved in this legacy storm? Should I say you are brave enough... Or should I say you are blinded by interests?"

Maka took turns to confirm the memory he had just peeped through with the spirit taking technique. Then she shook her head strangely. Obviously, he has said such words. He must have nothing to gain.

"You... What do you want to do?" Martin, who had just stabilized from his confused consciousness, frowned.

"I just want to see who else is trying to make trouble," Marca said. "Unfortunately, I wasted my efforts because of your thoughtlessness. But it's nothing. Now we still have one thing to 'cooperate'."

"What, what?" Martin was stunned again, obviously unable to understand what Marca was trying to figure out.

"It's nothing. It's another easy thing for you." Maka reached out and motioned to the door. "Now, it's time for you to leave here. In that case, you may be able to continue to be your foreign name manager, or... I think you understand?"

Marca was not at all polite to Martin's stewardship. Because, at present, busbarton is messy enough. He doesn't want more shit stirring sticks to come in. One less can be counted as one.

"This... OK, OK, I know..." Martin's face changed several times in a row. When he said this, it was obvious that he was reluctant to give up the huge cake in front of everyone. His sexual greed can be seen.

But he seems to understand more or less. With Fanny in charge of the family here, not only his chance will become very small, but the chance of bad luck will double several times. Now Maka looks so confident that he obviously has very little choice.

"Just know."

Maka nodded calmly, then stopped talking nonsense, but pointed to the door again, meaning to let Martin hurry.

Seeing this situation, Martin could not help taking another step back. But his steps were quite slow, as if the greed in his heart like a bottomless hole was constantly encouraging him to stop at once.

When Maka saw that his hand was still on the edge of his trouser pocket, she couldn't help pulling the corners of her mouth.

"Are you going to fight me here?" he said bluntly. "I advise you not to sit in such a meaningless period, lest you can't even leave here safely today."

At Marca's warning, Martin's steward's hand immediately trembled, and then moved it away rigidly. Of course, he can't fight with Maka. After all, even if he doesn't know anything about Maka's deeds, it's obviously not a suitable place for a fight right now.

Not to mention anything else, the wizards who are still busy are a natural warning. In this situation where many forces gather, no one dares to wave his wand easily except in the dark.

"If I were to leave now, wouldn't you tell the steward of Fanny what I had seen in busbarton?" Martin couldn't help asking.

"If you don't show up in the end, I don't think I'll remember you anymore," Marca waved her hand. "Are you going to go? Remember, when you go back, you'll find out who tricked you. Trust me, this is an unsafe place for anyone now."

Martin nodded with his words, then turned reluctantly and walked helplessly towards the front door of busbarton.

It would be much easier to "persuade" people away with one mouth than to do it with magic. If he didn't want to know which disharmony factor was out in brova castle, he didn't even want to use the spell.

After confirming that the steward Martin had actually left, Maka strolled back to the door of the auditorium. He could see it from a distance. Fanny, who was sitting in her seat, also looked this way. He nodded.

Although if Martin's affairs were left to Fanny, they would be solved more quickly than he did. But in that case, the man behind Martin would probably be alert. Now, the other party will certainly know through Martin that Maka may be the only one who knows about his existence.

In each other's eyes, does Fanny know that it's a very important thing. If the owner of the brova family finds out that there is another member with his heart in the family, the other party will have much trouble in the future.

Now, no one knows his existence except Maka, which is definitely a great fortune for him.

Maka believed that the unknown brova family member might come to him soon. And then he can sell Willie's father again.

After telling Fanny about her successful expulsion of the steward, Maka wandered back to the noble busbarton auditorium. Before long, the ball will officially begin, and he felt that at the end of the ball, something might happen here.

Or everything will become clearer, or the situation will become more chaotic. Either way, there was no time for him to intervene. Like many forces, he is also waiting for an opportunity.

The disputes between forces are not as straightforward as his fight with Voldemort. Many times, they will affect the whole body, and the impact will involve many people and things. At this time, the importance of personal strength will continue to decrease, often only in specific circumstances.

Seize the opportunity is what he needs to do now.