Chapter 578

Among the many activities of the so-called "upper class", the content of the activity itself is often not the focus, and so is the ball in busbarton.

What is even more ironic is that there is not even a person as the focus of attention in the dance tonight. Most of the various forces dispersed and formed a pair of dance partners for their own interests and needs. Moreover, it is worth mentioning that most of the wizard men present are male, so it is inevitable that they will not find a female partner.

In that case, you can't match a man with a man, can you? Mrs. Maxim naturally took this into account, so she specially invited some women of the French wizard family to attend the big ball, so as to avoid embarrassing too many male guests.

However, where do the wizards who represent their respective forces really want to dance?

At the beginning, before Maka and Fanny even got up hand in hand with the music, they found that there was a more embarrassing scene in the auditorium than the neglect of male Wizards:

Just now Mrs. Maxim had withdrawn the long table from the auditorium and replaced it with round tables arranged around. Now, a large part of the Wizards sitting around the round tables did not move, so that the female wizards invited by Mrs. Maxim had to stay in their seats with stiff faces.

If you can't wait for the men to invite you to dance in the end, you'll really lose face and go to grandma's house!

So, what are those witches who don't have a female companion doing? Maka looked around at their faces and immediately understood the state of the Wizards - their attention was obviously focused on communicating with other forces.

"... it's not easy for Maxim to do now," a middle-aged wizard with a moustache whispered to his companion, "if I say, this dance is superfluous."

His companion shook his head when he heard the speech.

"It has nothing to do with redundancy. The key is that she should have participated in the distribution, but she always wanted to stay out of it. Look, can she get rid of the relationship between busbarton and Nicole LeMay?"

"Alas, what should we do..." the little bearded wizard sighed. "Even if small and medium-sized forces like us unite according to her suggestions, most of them will have all kinds of fatal cracks - if we want to cover her, even if we are willing to do this deal, how can it be so easy?"

"Hum, it's better to hold a group together. At least it's more stable." his companion glanced around and said faintly, "as for whether we can get benefits in the end, it depends on the luck of each side..."

While listening to the whispers of the wizards, Maka stood up and extended an invitation to Fanny. The beautiful melody has gradually played in the auditorium. Most of the male wizards who intend to dance have also made an invitation to the gentleman who has already made an appointment. A pair of men and women are sliding to the dance floor respectively.

Although the wizards who chose to dance accounted for at least half of the number present, it was an undeniable fact that the large auditorium still seemed a little loose and empty.

"I'm afraid busbarton will lose some face today," Fanny said softly, putting her hand on Marca's outstretched palm and politely saluting him. "Mr. McLean, what do you think will change in a while? Will Mrs. Maxim try to recover it?"

"How much will it take?" Marca nodded at her and took her into the dance floor like the others, "As for what method she will choose and how much thought she will spend, no one knows. Well... What I want to say, in fact, there is no need to deliberately recover it. After all, the highlight of tonight must be at the end. Instead of working hard over these small defects, it's better to use more energy to plan the problem of estate distribution."

He's right. In the final analysis, the purpose of the gathering of all forces is just that. Like tonight's dance, it can at best serve as a buffer.

Since this is an empty shell shaping the surface form, even if it is knocked to pieces, there may not be too many people to remember it afterwards - everyone's attention can be concentrated elsewhere!

"Also," after listening to Maka's point to point analysis, Fanny agreed, "by the way, what about the foreign name steward just now? Behind him..."

Although Fanny didn't say it completely, Maka naturally understood her question.

"The steward doesn't know. The other party seems very careful and doesn't easily reveal his identity." he recalls, "I've asked him to leave. I believe that in a short time, the man will try to find a chance to get close to me... Of course, if he still has the intention to extend his hand!"

It's no surprise that if you stop immediately when you find something wrong, but to be honest, it's not easy for that kind of person to completely give up Nicole LeMay's Alchemy heritage. That person is already acting at the risk of being discovered by the owner, and it's not impossible to bet more chips for this.

"Well..." Fanny hesitated and whispered, "I'll send the news to the owner sometime."

"You can always do that as long as there's no problem with the channel of transmission," Marca said. "If Mr. brova can deal with the man before he comes to me, I'll be more happy."

As they lowered their voices and talked, they staggered their steps and swayed forward and backward near the edge of the dance floor. Like most people, they didn't put their mind entirely on the dance.

After a while, Fanny suddenly pursed her mouth, looking hesitant.

"Mr. McLean, are you..." she seemed still worried about how to speak. She opened her mouth and paused again before continuing, "aren't you familiar with the dance steps?"

When Maka heard this, she couldn't help grinning.

"Someone taught me some, and later I wrote down some commonly used ones. It's just... Well, the lady who taught me was not very serious, and I didn't dance with people myself, you know."

He didn't look embarrassed when he spoke, but Fanny was not very interesting.

After all, although Maka dances strangely, she doesn't always step on people's insteps like a beginner. Since no one is really paying attention to the dance at the ball, what does it matter how Maka dances? She couldn't help mentioning it now, but she seemed too fussy.

"Don't worry, just dance yours. I promise your feet will be safe in the end." Maka joked. "I can feel that your dance steps are very standard, and I'm not so tired to dance with you. You know, the one who taught me to dance once was great. I spent a lot of effort to avoid her fierce attack on my toes."

What he mentioned at this time was naturally the ball at McMillan's house. Charlotte, who suddenly appeared at that time, took him as a shield, but also left him a deep impression. Probably since then, every time he went to the ball, he would remember that the great beauty kept stepping on his instep.

Just when Fanny felt a little funny about Maka's words, she only heard a "bang" and the door of the auditorium was opened from outside.

"Mrs. maxim, where's my son?" a middle-aged wizard in exquisite and gorgeous clothes broke into the auditorium with some attendants and shouted, "I need you to give me an explanation!"

In the auditorium, most of the wizards who were dancing stopped one after another and turned to look at the gate. Marca and Fanny looked at each other and looked over there together.

Marca doesn't know who the person is, but it seems that some people present know the identity of that person. Soon, there was a subdued buzz in the auditorium.

"That's the current owner of the Teflon family, Ernest de Teflon," Fanny whispered to Marca.

Sure enough, the next moment, Mrs. Maxim spoke.

"Good evening, Mr. tefler?"

Although the master of the tefuller family obviously saw that the comers were not good, Mrs. Maxim could not lose her etiquette. She had to be polite as she should be.

"I don't think it's very 'good'," Mr. tefuller frowned and strode through the crowd on the dance floor, and everyone gave him a way. "Mrs. maxim, I think you should understand why I'm here!"

One of the two representatives sent by the Teflon family died that night, and the other is still unconscious. The latter is even one of the orthodox heirs of the Teflon family. As the first two victims of this dispute, the Teflon family is also unlucky.

But even so, they can't swallow the evil spirit because the murderer's identity is unknown, can they? If you want someone who can carry the pot, you can only find Mrs. Maxim. It happened in busbarton, and she had to take some responsibility anyway.

Other forces watched silently, some indifferently, and some even assumed a posture of watching a good play.

Of course, there are also people who are worried about Mrs. maxim, such as Federation President aginbad and old housekeeper Edward.

For a time, in this banquet hall, which was decorated with luxury and extravagance, all sentient beings showed any expression.

"The father of the young master of the Teflon family?" Maka whispered coldly. "He hasn't appeared until now?"