Chapter 1048

This is an urgent letter.

From the owl's state at this time, just the residue of the spell used for long-distance flight and the panting state, Maka knew that it not only flew a lot of distance, but also flew in a hurry.

If you recall what has happened recently, the letter will come from no more than two places.

One of them may be Mr. aginbad, President of the Federation; As for the other, it is likely to be a letter from brova fort, France.

Moreover, no matter which party it is, the information that will be mentioned in this urgent letter must be related to the basilisk.

Of course, Maka would obviously prefer it to be a letter from the old man aginbad.

Unfortunately, sometimes when you have to choose one of the two options, there will always be another answer you don't want.

Just a flash of thought, Marca reached out and took the envelope from the owl's mouth, and saw the correct words "Mr. Marca McLean received" on it.

He glanced and soon realized:

"This is Willie's father's handwriting."

Suddenly, Maka drew out the letter paper quickly while frowning slightly.

Sure enough, the first line was:

"The Basilisk is in Monaco."

It seems that after wandering around Sicily, Italy, the Basilisk did not go far on the land, but rushed straight into the sea.

As for Monaco... As an independent country surrounded by France's territorial sea and territory, its area is surprisingly small. This time the Basilisk came ashore again, which was actually equivalent to stepping into France.

Of course, it's a long way from brova castle!

In addition, it is worth mentioning that Mr. brova's letter is really an "urgent letter". There was only one word left on the rest of the stationery, except for the line Maka saw at first sight.

"... 'rest assured'?"

Marca chewed the word gently, and her face grew hesitant.

Mr. brova's word is naturally based on the self-confidence of the long brova family, and his own magic talent is far beyond ordinary wizards. It's natural to say so.

But, he said, don't worry, can Maka really relax?

After a moment of meditation, Maka made a secret decision. After he wrote the word "understand" in the blank space under the letter paper, he tore off the half paper and got up and went to the outside of the auditorium.

At the door, he suddenly waved and sent a signal in the direction of the forbidden forest. Then you can see that a fast figure suddenly appeared in the forest and came to him in the twinkling of an eye.

Maka put her hand on her forearm - it was obviously the owl MafA who had been with him for nearly six years.

"Take it to Boulevard in France, give it to Mr. Boulevard, and then don't come back. Once you find there is danger, inform me immediately."

He folded the note he had just written and put it in the owl's foot ring. Then he raised his hand and threw it into the sky. Before long, it disappeared in the distant sky.

He undoubtedly used the original decision, that is, he would not act rashly unless halbo appeared.

How to know whether halber will appear in France in time depends on the owl MafA, who has always been a keen insight.

In the past, several times MafA helped him secretly report, which enabled him to take care of the overall situation as much as possible. I just hope this time, it can be the same!

"No, MafA, in fact, you'd better go for nothing." Maka couldn't help thinking so, looking at the distant sky.

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At the same time, Fort brova.

If the recent British magic world is a peaceful world with hidden wind and rain, the French magic world is undoubtedly a real clear sky.

Due to the lightning dispatch of the brova family, only some people know about the Basilisk landing in Monaco.

Even Willie's father leaned against the window of her study and smiled at her daughter enjoying today's lunch with the children sent by Marca.

As for the basilisk, it must still be playing hide and seek with his family wizards in the foothills of the Monaco border!

"Cathy, don't be too busy feeding little Delphi. Have some yourself! Just let me do it!"

The weather was fine today, so the old housekeeper decided to put lunch in the garden below.

So everyone sat around a big table and ate happily while basking in the sun.

Among these increasingly close friends, Willie and Helen are a little older. On weekdays, Helen is usually responsible for taking care of young Delphi.

However, probably because of Marca's original advice, the mature little Cathy always likes to take her with her.

"It's all right, Helen." Cathy turned her head with a spoon and smiled. "Little Delphi is very sensible. She can feed it in a few more bites."

After that, she scooped another spoonful of egg soup and blew it before sending it to little Delphi next to her. In this picture, she is really like a conscientious mother - although she is only a child in any way.

"Don't persuade, Cathy. She likes these things! Look at her, isn't she like a mother?"

As one of the children saved by Maka said so, the others laughed.

But to tell the truth, it's not easy for their children without mothers to laugh at this time.

I think it was like saying less than three words all day. Now it's like a dream.

"Eat quickly! It's time for us to prune the flowers later."

Willie said so coldly, and suddenly everyone laughed louder.

"Willie, don't worry about your flowers! Why don't you think of something else?"

"Something else?" Willie said hesitantly after sipping her mouth for a long time. "Let's write another letter to Marca?"

Since the blood curse was completely pulled away by Maka, her expression that no longer needed to be sealed was obviously a lot more. Just her long expressionless face and few words still made it difficult for her to pile up her emotions on her face.

Nowadays, Willie is more likely to be regarded as an introverted and shy girl.

Seeing that everyone was still laughing when they heard their proposal, she couldn't help twisting her mouth in some distress.

"I... like plants."

"And Marca." little Cathy, sitting at the other end, looked up at the sound and teased Willie, who was a little embarrassed.

But this time, instead of not knowing what to say as before, Willie said very seriously:

"I also like Maka... But it's the kind of love of my best friend. You've all been helped by Maka. In this regard... Don't make trouble for him."

Because she didn't talk much at ordinary times, her words were somewhat intermittent, but she insisted on saying what she wanted to say.

Finally, she specifically pointed out:

"You have to understand that Marca has someone she likes."

In fact, we can see from these words. Willie, although she is not good at words and her usual attention has always been focused on her precious plants, it doesn't mean she doesn't know anything.

As a bystander for many years, she may see some things more clearly than anyone else.

At this moment, in fact, I have to mention one more thing - Mr. brova, who was watching here from the castle, actually heard these words from Willie.

"Best friend..." Willie's father shook his head at the window and couldn't help muttering, "although I really want to hand over brova fort to McLean, but... Willie is right!"

To be honest, Mr. brova wanted Maka's son-in-law a long time ago, and he still wanted to recruit him into the brova family to inherit his family business for him.

Not to mention anything else, just with Maka's overall view and ability to deal with the world, even if there is not too strong magic power, it may also enable the brova family to continue to carry forward.

However, it is precisely because of this. If you add that terrible magic talent, it is brova castle, the first family in France. I'm afraid it will only restrict his growth.

"Really... Don't make trouble for him!"

Considering the urgent letter sent to Marca not long ago, Mr. brova was more determined to keep the Basilisk in the French magic world.

Just then, he saw a silver leopard patron saint flying straight from the air. In a twinkling of an eye, he ran into the window and landed at his feet.

Then he heard the patron saint begin to speak.

"My Lord, the snake monster on the border of Monaco is stronger than expected! In particular, it can spit a very special poison fog, which can not be dispersed, but is extremely toxic - several people on our side have been injured. Therefore, although we have carefully avoided confrontation with it, it is difficult to stop it because of the existence of the poison fog. We need to think about it A way! "

As soon as the voice fell, the patron saint of the cheetah immediately disappeared, leaving Mr. brova alone leaning against the window and silently thinking.

In fact, judging from the words brought by the patron saint, the situation on the border of Monaco is not so bad. Even from the interception in the morning to now, only a few people have been injured.

However, since it is difficult to stop because of the poisonous fog, it means that it is impossible to hide with it and consume its physical strength. This is not a good start in Mr. brova's plan.