Chapter 767

"BAM BAM BAM BAM"

Maka knows that you have to knock loudly here. Otherwise, the owner of the house will not only be deaf, but you will also waste your precious time because of your wasted efforts.

I can't help it. Usually those guys who stay inside at this point every day must be sleeping.

"And probably the heaviest sleep."

"... bang bang!"

It can be seen that Maka gave up his decent and polite way of knocking at the door, obviously for a reason. But the reason for forcing him to do so is probably harmless.

Otherwise, without saying a word, he rushed directly - which was his most common choice when dealing with the enemy.

"Bang bang -"

This time, his third attempt finally failed because the door opened itself.

"... huh?"

As soon as the door opened automatically, Maka saw an untidy Pajama uncle looking at him bleary eyed, and the LISP was also sent by the other party.

To be honest, because of the gloomy atmosphere in the outer corridor, the effect of this goods coming out is particularly absurd.

"Oh, I'm sorry... You must have knocked on the door for a while?" the uncle, who was obviously awakened from his sleep by the knock on the door, still seemed quite kind, "please come in! Ha -"

Just as he said this, he yawned greatly, and then he bowed his eyelids and motioned to Maka.

Seeing this, Maka shrugged casually, and then followed each other into the room. After entering the door, he did not forget to take the door with him.

With the door of the room closed again, the corridor was once again lifeless, and only a few light bulbs on the ceiling flickered slightly, providing a pitiful light for here.

On the nameplate of the door, a few words were faintly visible in the rust. They were read as "vampire tolerance Association".

……

"Please sit down, sir! Uh... Sorry, I still seem a little sleepy... Oh, by the way! Would you like something to drink?"

In fact, the entrance here is a room similar to the collective office, and next to the big room, there is a small reception room.

Now, Maka was brought here and invited to sit down.

"Ah, sir, you don't have to be busy!" he waved his hand. "I'm probably not used to your taste... Seriously, I did try several times!"

"Oh?" the pajama uncle immediately looked back at Maka, "really? Er, actually, I just want to pour you a glass of orange juice... But have you really tried?"

Vampires are always in an awkward position in the magic world, so they will be more sensitive when talking about these topics about their food.

Therefore, the vampire uncle suddenly understood what Maka meant.

"Yes, I did." Maka smiled. "Although it's often just for research purposes, I've tasted many kinds of blood intentionally or unintentionally - for example, dragon blood, it's really hot!"

"Oh, that sounds terrible!" when the vampire uncle heard it, he immediately showed a frightened look. "We can't drink dragon blood. I mean it... We can burn our tongues and soak them in one bite!"

If you want to get along better with other people, ordinary people will always avoid those sensitive issues as much as possible, but that's by no means a good idea. Only by making the other party feel that those problems will no longer be problems between you and me, can both sides really put aside their scruples and prejudices.

In this regard, at least Maka thinks so, and the effect has always been very good.

"That's probably because the flame energy in dragon blood is too much and active. You're always at a loss for those things that can spit fire, aren't you? Next time you can try to dilute it, maybe you can find a new food?"

He added a casual echo, and then turned to ask, "Sir, I want to ask, is Ms. Saint Guiana here today? I need to ask her for a favor -"

"Aha! So you're looking for Nina?" the other Party pointed to the left wall. "She's sleeping too! Usually she won't get up until the sun goes down... So I don't suggest you go to her now!"

"Really?" Marca smiled. "She must have been woken up by me just now... Isn't she in a bad mood?"

"Well," the uncle shrugged, "maybe the sleeping posture is not right recently? In short, I don't want to disturb her again... Otherwise she will be angry."

"Is that right?" Marca thought, then stretched out her hand and motioned, "although I'm sorry to wake you up, I do have something important today - please take another way! Let me call her, and I won't let you help me 'get involved'

"That's really..." the vampire uncle pulled the collar of his pajamas and shook his eyebrows playfully. "If you're sure you want to do this - come with me! Remember to wait for me to go away later. You're calling -"

As he spoke, he once again aroused the road for Maka, and kept making fun of himself and Maka.

In fact, their sleeping place is next door. If you have to say, it may be the strangest "bedroom" Maka has ever seen.

It was a big place, much bigger than the original collective office, and it was almost dark inside.

However, you can see that there is still a table lamp on near the door. Through the dim light, Marca saw a bed standing upright, and the cushion on the bed was still curved.

At a glance, you can see that the curved bed can just let a person lean in the concave position.

If you put on a little more inclined angle, maybe Maka can try to lean on it and sleep.

"This is the tradition left by our ancestors," the uncle whispered back to Maka. "But we still tried to make a small change - in those days, we were always persecuted, so we had to hide in the coffin to sleep, but now it would be too untimely to sleep in the coffin."

"I think so," Marca nodded. "And the bed is always more comfortable."

The two whispered gossip. Before long, the vampire uncle led Maka to a scarlet bed. After pointing to the bed and waving at Maka, the former really ran away.

In the dark, although Maka can clearly perceive the surrounding situation with a variety of means, it is not as intuitive as vision after all.

So when he got to the place, he stretched out his finger and shook it, and a faint light appeared quietly at his fingertips.

As the light illuminates a small area around, the bed in front of Maka and more beds arranged nearby are revealed one by one.

Immediately after that, Maka saw that Ms. Saint Guiana, who was still an acquaintance, was sleeping in a nightgown close to the vertical bed.

As for the quilt... Maybe vampires usually don't cover the quilt when they sleep? At least on the beds around here, Maka didn't even see a quilt.

"Ms. Saint Guiana," he said with a smile, looking at the female vampire in front of him, "I'm sorry, but it's time to get up."

Before the voice fell, Maka's fingers shook forward slightly, and the faint light immediately turned into a small flame. The next second, the small flame broke away from his fingertips and drifted slowly to the bed in front of him under his control.

"Huh? What -"

Vampires are quite sensitive to fire. Although high temperature can't bring them fatal damage, their physical characteristics are doomed to a particularly good burning effect.

It's just that Maka controls the size of the fire very well. Just a little, other vampires won't react much except St. Guina in front of him.

Seeing that the other party was obviously awake, Maka waved away the flames and returned to the faint light at the beginning.

"Hello, Ms. Saint Guiana, we haven't seen each other for a while!"

"You... Who are you? Why are you scaring me with fire! Stay away from me, I can warn you! If you dare to...".

After staring at Marca in front of her for a while, she suddenly frowned slightly, and a trace of hesitation appeared on her face.

"'haven't seen you for a while '? Do we know each other? Why don't I see you wearing a hood..." she looked at Maka and thought hard. It seemed that Maka's voice was very familiar.

On Marca's side, he didn't come here to give the other party a "surprise" for a long reunion. At the following moment, he raised his hand and turned his hood behind his back.

When Marca's face was all exposed in front of her, Saint Guiana finally widened her eyes in surprise.

"Mr. McLean?"

"Please allow me to say it again here," Ma Ka nodded slightly. "I'm sorry to disturb your dream... But please clean up first and then come out to hear me say a request!"

"Oh, this... Don't say that!"

Saint Guiana immediately took two steps forward and shook his head.

"Although you didn't show up in person, our tolerance association can be successfully set up in London, but it all depends on your help in all aspects..."

At this point, she sincerely leaned over and said, "if there's anything I can help, just say it. We've been thinking about how to repay you!"

"Anyway," said Marca, "why don't you get dressed first?"

The moment he said this, the collar of Ms. Saint Guiana's Nightgown could no longer hang on her smooth shoulder and slipped down silently.

"Ah," she said, seizing the collar on her shoulder and sipping her mouth, "in fact, can this be regarded as a kind of reward?"