Chapter 1785

"Booth Barton?"

What should I say? An unexpected but reasonable visitor - Erich nodded to the clerk who came in to report, then waved his backhand:

"I see. You go first! Say I'll be there in a minute... Give a good reception and don't neglect."

Watching the other party leave again and again from the door, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at each other with Fogel waiting on the side.

"Is it such a coincidence?" Miss Fogle couldn't help saying when she saw Erich looking at herself. "We've just talked about France, and Mrs. Maxim came."

But Erich immediately shook his head.

"What a coincidence? If I say, it's only a matter of time." he frowned. "Although McLean can confront Haier Bo head-on, it's obvious that there is still a gap between his strength and Haier Bo. Now, he is forced again and again by Haier Bo and is obviously tired... In this case, it's almost inevitable to seek help."

"Well..." Vogel listened and asked, "if that's true, do we need help?"

"I don't know."

Erich was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head and gave such an answer. Then he took down a file from the top of the data pile on the right, looked at a magic photo of Maka and said in a deep voice:

"Normally, this favor should be helped - that 'despicable halbo' is an enemy, and that 'enemy who can't become friends'. If we don't eliminate him, the strange fog will sooner or later cover the whole Europe... And even the whole world... That kind of future is unimaginable for us now."

As he was saying this, he suddenly sighed again.

"But the question is, do we have the strength to defeat Haier Bo's' monster '?"

If enough forces are organized, helbo may be eradicated from the world - perhaps not a few people can think so as long as they are willing to think. However, as the successor of the Brandt family and a gifted wizard since childhood, Erich is not so optimistic.

Halbo is a real famous black wizard in ancient times. In ancient Greece, he has a name and surname. In today's era, with Erich's extensive knowledge, it is almost a terrible event like a tiger into a flock of sheep.

Yes, instead of asking himself why he was the same wizard but so "weak", Erich was even more surprised at how Marca McLean grew up to compete with halbo.

Compared with the other party, he, the "genius" in the mouth of others, is just like a kind of irony.

Therefore, his sentence "do we have the strength to win the war" may be more like asking himself.

At the thought of this, Erich couldn't help turning around and glancing into the corner. However, the old wizard who had been standing in the shadow of the corner did not respond at all.

Seeing this, Erich had to take back his eyes and stood up on the table.

"Let's go! Meet Mrs. Maxim from afar, and then... In short, refuse politely!"

"Am I going too?" Vogel asked at once.

Erich walked around the table to the door and said:

"Of course! You're the diplomatic liaison officer. It's reasonable for me to meet Mrs. maxim - remember to watch the situation later and help me get rid of the trouble."

"Oh! OK, minister."

Before the words fell, they walked out of the door one after another, and that is, at the next moment, the figure in the corner of the office suddenly disappeared from where it was.

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The German Ministry of magic has few materials in books. At least Hermione has read so many books and has hardly seen any too detailed description.

This time, she came back to this place for the first time.

After getting off the carriage in front of the square building, she followed Mrs. Maxim and the old housekeeper and sat down in the reception hall under the guidance of several ministry staff.

To be honest, the building actually feels cold from the inside to the outside.

Gray and strong walls, corridors with too bright magic lights, and top painted murals with a heavy sense of history but slightly monotonous color. Everything in the building showed an inexplicable sense of depression, which made her feel uncomfortable when she was fresh.

Fortunately, the unhappiness was more or less tolerable, and did not make her eager to leave the place.

"Doesn't it feel very wrong?" the old housekeeper motioned to Hermione. "Maybe you've noticed that there are no windows in this building - not one."

If the old housekeeper didn't say it, Hermione really didn't notice it for a while. She just wanted to ask the old housekeeper if she knew why, but she saw the other party and said directly:

"In fact, the German Ministry of magic was originally a fortress - its walls had been subjected to a large number of protective spells and had experienced the test of wizard war. Later, the war ended and came to peace. As a result, the German wizards found that they could not transform it any more... Here it comes."

Suddenly, there were two knocks at the door, which made the old housekeeper stop talking and didn't go on. At the same time, Ms. de Quinn, who was sitting next to Mrs. maxim, also stiffened, and the whole person seemed to be frozen there.

Obviously, even if you make up your mind in advance, you should be nervous when it comes to the end.

"Click."

The knob of the hall door was twisted, and then Hermione saw that a handsome uncle who was close to middle age but still elegant came in with a steady pace from the outside.

"Is that the man that Ms. de Quinn has been thinking about for so many years?" Hermione looked at each other carefully and said secretly, "Indeed, if you only look at the appearance, this is indeed a man who can be seen and remembered. Even now he is no longer young, he is still charming, and even adds a bit of mature charm because of his age."

But at the next moment, the middle-aged man with outstanding appearance and temperament stopped when he glanced at Mrs. Maxim.

"Oh! I see her!"

Hermione smiled to herself - with such a big reaction, she could at least know that the other party had never forgotten de Quinn. What should I say? It was a good start?

Just thinking about it, but suddenly, a strange feeling suddenly rose from Hermione's heart. She immediately put those thoughts aside.

"What's going on?"