Chapter 602

"Lord brova, it's really presumptuous for us to come to visit suddenly. There may be a disagreement with Gu Li... But because you haven't replied to our master's letter all the time, our master was so anxious that he had to send us. I don't know... Lord brova, what's your attitude about the cooperation mentioned in our family's letter?"

When Marca is running to the greenhouse to chat with Willie and change her mind, there are three mysterious black wizards sitting in Willie's father's waiting room.

Well, to say that they are mysterious is not in their words and deeds, but simply in their "appearance". The three wizards were all wearing black wizard robes with the same style. The color was monotonous and looked old. It is worth mentioning that they all put on wide hoods attached to their robes, which did not seem to show their true appearance from beginning to end.

Of course, Mr. brova didn't care much, because he knew their identity clearly.

"I've read the letter," Mr. brova nodded calmly after listening to the other leader's inquiry, and soon replied, "your proposal is really attractive... But to tell the truth, I'm still waiting for the brova family on that matter, and I'm afraid there is no possibility of cooperation for the time being."

Although he didn't say "that thing" clearly, the four people present knew it well. Moreover, if there has been any major event recently, it is undoubtedly the Nicole LeMay alchemy heritage event in busbarton.

When Mr. brova said this, the three wizards sitting on the opposite sofa nodded respectively, and then the leading wizard sitting in the middle spoke again.

"... that is to say, there is no possibility of cooperation between our two families. In that case, what is the castle leader waiting for? The sooner our two families form a cooperative relationship, the more we can get full advantages?"

But Mr. blova didn't speak at once. He just glanced out of the window as if he were enjoying the beautiful evening outside.

From him, you can just see that opposite the square, a young man and woman in the greenhouse are talking leisurely. Obviously, what he was looking at was not the scenery outside the window, but the person in the scenery.

After a while, Mr. brova took his eyes back and looked again at the three visiting wizards.

"I see," he said calmly, "I'll think it over carefully. The three can take a day off in my brova fort and I'll give you an answer for returning to work tomorrow."

After that, he looked sideways at the old housekeeper standing by, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

"Three distinguished guests, please follow me."

The old housekeeper took a step forward and extended his hand to invite him.

The leader of the three was silent, as if thinking about whether it was necessary to stay for a day, and nodded after considering it.

"In that case, I'll wait for the good news from the castle Lord."

After seeing the three wizards leave with the old housekeeper, Mr. brova thought it over in secret. While thinking, he stood up and paced to the window on the side of the living room, and then set his eyes on the greenhouse in the corner of the square.

"Marca McLean..." brova whispered to himself. "Who the hell are you?"

On the surface of the origin of Maka's identity is, of course, a professor of ancient magic literature in Hogwarts. This status is great enough in the eyes of many people, but if it is seen in the eyes of the owners of great forces such as the blova family, it is just an excellent talent.

But just now, the words of the three wizards from an ancient family showed some very suspicious places.

Yes, although they haven't even mentioned Marca McLean, it's most suspicious not to mention Marca's existence in the current situation. You know, the location of the alchemy event has been determined not long ago. Brova doesn't think the other party's family knows nothing about it.

You know, the location of the competition has a great impact on their "cooperation plan", how can they never mention it?

The only explanation is that the family is still afraid of Hogwarts without Dumbledore. Needless to say, the reason for the fear is mostly Marca.

However, no matter where Maka came from, now he has put his daughter's hope of getting rid of the curse completely in his hands. He doesn't want any accident in this most important thing. Whether there are other identities hidden behind Maka, brova doesn't care anymore. Now he only believes in his own judgment.

Say it's self-confidence or gambling. Since the last time he came back from the underground vault, he has recognized the friendship between Maka and his daughter - if he didn't sincerely treat each other as friends, how could anyone be willing to take such a big risk to break into the enemy? Not to mention that when Voldemort finally took Willie hostage, Marca almost killed herself on the spot.

Brova believed in his eyes more than those who could not see or touch.

"McLean, Willie will give it to you." he looked at the direction of the greenhouse from a distance, but his indifferent eyes became much softer in an instant.

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Brova castle is too big, and Maka has been doing research in the laboratory before, so he doesn't know half of the new guests in the castle. As for Willie, who was right in front of him, she would not know even more about her indifferent nature.

At present, both of them squatted in a corner of the greenhouse, doing rather boring nutritional treatment for the new soil.

If there is any research in the magic world that is very similar to the knowledge of Muggles, it is undoubtedly herbal medicine. Even if all kinds of strange magical plants are cultivated, the process is just the set of flowers and plants. The details may be different, but on the whole, they are similar.

At this time, Maka was holding a small triangular shovel and constantly turning over a kind of dense sand; Willie, on the other hand, was carrying a fine sack and adding other fattening substances to the sand little by little.

There are many kinds of fertilizers in herbal medicine, not only the traditional universal fertilizer rich in dragon magic like dragon manure, but also a variety of quite strange targeted "fertilizers".

For example, the "fertilizer" of Raphael dragon kiss, which grows with watering dragon blood as nutrients, is dragon blood. If the blood of other creatures is used, as long as the magic content and attributes are consistent, they will still grow gradually, but they can't bloom.

"Marca, is that enough?"

"Well, almost."

Since Maka came to the greenhouse before, the conversation between the two of them may not add up to five or six sentences. It was obvious that Willie was still the same, and her words were like gold.

However, even if they don't speak, the tacit understanding between them will not be reduced by a penny. This can be seen from the fact that both of them put aside the curse and chose to do things with their own hands.

For Maka, picking up a small shovel to mix soil and holding scissors to cut branches is a relaxation means to study leisure. For Willy, cultivating plants by herself is a rare interest in life.

These two people are like this. They may be different in some aspects, but they get along well in some small places in their daily life.

After they wrapped the treated sand in several sealed bags, they finally took off their gloves and stood up.

Work in greenhouse was finished, but Willie didn't seem to leave at once.

"Maka," she gently turned around and pulled back the silver white hair tip on her cheeks. The whole action seemed careless, but it was very gentle and delicate, "said her father, have you... Become a professor?"

Maka was stunned when she heard the speech.

In fact, he has been a professor at Hogwarts for some time. He has long been used to many little wizards calling himself "Professor McLean". But when you think about it carefully, it seems to be a little longer since Willie left school.

"Yes!" makaton said with a smile, "I'm teaching you ancient magic literature in Hogwarts, but... Hey, to be honest, I'm not competent as a professor."

"Absenteeism."

Without hesitation, Willy stretched out her slender finger and pointed straight to the tip of Marca's nose. This action, coupled with her plain expression, made Maka feel very interesting.

"Yes, absenteeism," Marca shrugged, "but this time there are some legitimate reasons. After all, I'm coming back to France for Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts..." Willie repeated the word silently, then looked up at Marka and said, "is it the same as before?"

When Maka heard the speech, she could not help but quietly recall the year he had just entered school, and her heart was filled with emotion.

"Nothing is invariable, isn't it?" he shook his head slightly. "Some places change a lot, some places change a little... When your problems are solved, you can have a good look with your own eyes."

"... really?"

Willie didn't say anything after listening. She just stared expressionless at the pots of flowers on the table next to her. Her eyes were faint. Even Maka couldn't guess what she was thinking.

The last faint yellow before the sunset fell on her side face silently through the transparent partition of the greenhouse. The golden red color fainted quietly, but it still couldn't hide the transparent white on her cheek.