Chapter 1616

After all, the queen is always the queen. Even during the period of refuge, the royal face cannot be lost. Because what she represents is not an individual, but the image of the whole country.

With Delphi and Kingsley, Maka followed behind the two guards who led the way. As she stepped on the red carpet through the hall, she quietly appreciated all kinds of furnishings and paintings on both sides. She couldn't help comparing them with brova castle.

To be honest, just looking at the magnificent appearance is really no match. At most, it can only be called "each has its own characteristics".

However, in any case, just looking at this, ordinary people simply can't think that members of the royal family have moved here to stay temporarily in order to avoid disasters.

Before long, when the guard in front stopped in front of the main hall gate and respectfully asked Maka to "wait a minute", he turned and tapped twice.

"Mr. Marca McLean arrived at the manor with Mr. Kingsley shaker and... And miss Delphi."

Although the specific name has been asked in advance, it is obvious that the other party still has some difficulties in adapting to Delphi, who insists on reporting only his first name without saying his last name.

I can't help it. So far, it seems that there is no one who hasn't reported his family name when he came to meet the queen.

Fortunately, the "big men" inside obviously didn't blame him as a small guard. The door of the main hall was soon gently opened by the guard inside the door.

"Three, please come in."

The two guards quickly saluted here, and then raised their hands to indicate that the three could go in.

Maka saw this and didn't say anything. She just nodded at each other. Then he lifted his legs and walked in first, and Delphi and Kingsley followed him closely.

As soon as she entered the main hall, Maka's vision was instantly filled with the gold used by the British royal family.

Golden wall decorations, golden curtains, golden candlesticks, golden roof carvings... Even sofa chairs and cushions on them are golden.

However, against the backdrop of the huge crystal chandelier and the embroidered carpet on the red background, such "heroic" full of gold does not show rustic at all. On the contrary, it has become a magnificent momentum because of reasonable collocation and blank space, which makes people imitate the Buddha and enter a noble and elegant atmosphere at the moment of entering.

Different from the introverted and deep inside information of the brova family, this is undoubtedly a high-profile display of their own identity that only a king's room can have.

However, Maka soon found that although there was a luxurious high back chair in the deepest part of the hall, the Muggle queen did not sit there at this time, but sat on the sofa on the side of the hall with her eldest son and old bishop Davis.

Maka doesn't have much impression of the prince, but at least he knows that he should be the first heir to the current throne... That is to say, he is the crown prince and the future king.

"Mr. McLean... And two more, good evening!"

Naturally, her majesty is the first to speak, but as when Maka met her last time, she is old and usually doesn't talk much in more formal occasions. With the little help of his son, he stood up and greeted Marca with a smile. The old bishop greeted her this way instead of her.

"No, you're welcome, Mr. Davidson." Marca waved her hand as she walked forward. "It's not the first time I've met with her majesty... To be honest, I personally don't regard this meeting as an overly formal conversation, because after all, I'm communicating my visit agreement in a private position."

So, after shaking hands with old Davidson, he walked very neatly across from the queen and the prince, stretched out his hand and said:

"Please sit down! Tonight is a chat between friends... Our identity and background may become a conversation, but it's best not to become a weight for us to measure each other - it will only make my conversation more difficult."

While simply implying that she wanted to carry out the conversation more efficiently, Maka had sat down on the sofa and really didn't treat herself as an outsider at all.

However, Kingsley and Delphi behind him were not as casual as him, but silently stood behind the sofa where Maka sat, as if they had completely regarded themselves as Maka's entourage.

Of course, they don't have nowhere to sit, not to mention there are many chairs next to them. Even there is space for one person on both sides of Maka. If you are willing to squeeze, maybe the old bishop can sit with them!

However, this is what Maka had agreed with Kingsley and Delphi before coming - today he can let go and even face the Muggle queen when necessary, but Kingsley and Delphi had better show some identity gap and leave some face for the queen.

In the final analysis, Maka doesn't want the wizard to completely overwhelm the Muggle, which is not the "integration" of both societies, but a very rough oppression and annexation.

Obviously, Maka doesn't want to be a king. It's not good for him, only trouble.

But

"Mr. Davidson?"

When both the queen and the prince looked at Kingsley and Delphi who were standing there consciously behind Maka, and then took their seats as if they agreed with the tone set by Maka, Maka looked at the old bishop who was trying to sit down next to him and called him.

"Before you take your seat, in fact, I would like to ask -- do you represent your 'personal' identity here tonight?"

Maka didn't hide his meaning too deeply. Combined with the actions of Kingsley and Delphi, what he wanted to say could not be clearer.

If the old bishop answered that he was a "Royal adviser" or "spokesman for the Queen", he would have to stand honestly behind the queen and the prince.

So soon, the old bishop gently brushed off his robe and said with a smile:

"Oh, didn't Mr. McLean just say it? Today is just a private chat. Of course, I'll participate in it in my personal capacity."

If you listen carefully, you can still hear it. There is a trace of embarrassment in his tone.

But what he didn't expect was that when he finished this sentence and planned to officially sit down, Maka raised her hand and entrusted him on the way to his seat.

"I'm sorry, but in my personal capacity, I don't agree with you to participate in this conversation. Of course, it's not that I want to embarrass you, but that... With all due respect, as a wizard, you don't have the ability to participate in this discussion."