Chapter 1615 Maca's Strength

After all, the queen is always the queen, even during the period of refuge, the royal family's face cannot be lost. Because what she represents is not an individual, but the image of the entire country.

Maca followed the two guards leading the way with Delphine and Kingsley. While stepping on the red carpet through the foyer, he quietly admired the various decorations and paintings on both sides. He couldn't help but compare it with Fort Blois in his heart. .

To be honest, just looking at the magnificent appearance, they are indeed comparable, and at best they can only be called "each with its own characteristics".

But no matter what, looking at it this way, ordinary people would never think that the members of the royal family moved here temporarily to avoid disasters.

Not long after, the guards in front stopped in front of the gate of the main hall, and after respectfully asking the three of Maca to "wait a moment", they turned around and tapped twice.

"Mr. Maca McLean arrived at the manor with Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt and... and Miss Delphine."

Although the specific name has been asked in advance, it is obviously difficult for the other party to adapt to Delphi who insists on reporting only the first name and not the last name.

There is no way, so far, it seems that there is really no one who does not report his family name when he comes to meet the queen.

Fortunately, the "big shots" inside obviously didn't mean to blame him, the little guard, and the door of the main hall was quickly opened gently by the guards inside.

"Three, please come in."

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

Upon seeing this, Maca didn't say anything, but nodded slightly towards the other party. Immediately afterwards, he raised his legs and walked in first, while Delphine and Kingsley followed closely behind him.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Maca'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 the sofa chairs and the cushions placed on them are golden.

However, against the backdrop of the huge crystal chandelier and the red-bottomed embroidered carpet, such a "proud" golden color is not rustic at all, but it becomes a kind of resplendent and resplendent because of the reasonable matching and blank space. The momentum makes people feel as if they have entered some kind of noble and elegant aura the moment they step in.

It is different from the introverted and deep sense of background of the Blois family,

This is undoubtedly a high-profile display of one's own identity that only a royal family can have.

However, Maca soon discovered that although there was a luxurious high-back chair in the deepest part of the hall, the Muggle Queen was not sitting there at this time, but was sitting with her eldest son, and Old Bishop Davis sat on sofas at the side of the hall.

Maca didn't have much impression of that prince, but at least he knew that he should be the first heir to the current throne... In other words, he was the crown prince, the future king.

"Mr. McLean...there are two more, good evening!"

The first one to speak was naturally Her Majesty the Queen, but just like the last time Maca met her, as she was already old, she usually didn't speak much in more formal conversations. With a little help from his son, he stood up and greeted Maca with a smile. The old bishop greeted her instead.

"No, you don't have to be polite, Mr. Davidson." Maca waved his hands as he walked forward, "It's not the first time I've met with Her Majesty the Queen... To be honest, I personally didn't take this meeting seriously. It is an overly formal conversation, because this time, I am making a visit appointment from a private standpoint after all.”

Having said that, after shaking hands with old Davidson, he walked over to the queen and the prince very neatly, and extended his hand to invite:

"Sit down, please! Treat this as a small talk between friends tonight... Our identities and backgrounds may become a topic of discussion, but it is best not to become a weight for us to weigh each other-that will only make My conversations just got harder."

While Maca simply hinted that he wanted to have this conversation more efficiently, he had already sat down on the sofa chair, and he really didn't treat himself as an outsider at all.

However, Kingsley and Delphi who followed behind him were not as casual as him, but stood silently behind the sofa where Maca was sitting, as if they completely regarded themselves as Maca's followers.

Of course, it's not that the two of them have no place to sit, not to mention that there are many chairs that can sit next to them, and there is even space for one person on both sides of Maca. Maybe the old bishop could sit with them if he was willing to squeeze!

However, this is what Maca had already agreed with Kingsley and Delphine before he came - today he can let go a little bit, and even sternly face the Muggle Queen when necessary, but Kingsley It is better for Lai and Delphi to show some status gap and save some face for the Queen.

After all, Maca didn't want wizards to completely overwhelm Muggles. That would not be the "integration" of the two societies, but a very brutal oppression and annexation.

Obviously, Maca didn't want to be some kind of "king", so doing that would do him no good but trouble.

but……

"Mr. Davidson?"

When the queen and the prince looked at Kingsley and Delphi who stood there consciously behind Maca, and then sat down as if agreeing with the tone laid out by Maca, Maca Looking at the old bishop who was about to sit down beside him, he called him softly.

"Before you take your seat, I actually want to ask you something—does your being here tonight represent your 'personal' identity?"

Maca didn't hide the meaning too deep in his words, combined with the actions of Kingsley and Delphi, what he wanted to say could not be more clear.

If the old bishop replied that he was a "royal advisor" or "the Queen's spokesperson" or something like that, he would have to obediently stand behind the queen and the prince.

So soon, the old bishop lightly brushed off his cassock and said with a smile:

"Heh, didn't Mr. McLean talk about it just now? This is just a private chat today, so of course I'm here as an individual."

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

But what he didn't expect was that when he finished saying this and was about to sit down formally, Maca raised his hand and forced him to sit on the way.

"Sorry, but in my personal capacity, I don't quite agree with you participating in this conversation. Of course, this is not because I want to embarrass you, but it is really... With all due respect, as a wizard, you still don't agree with me. Incapable of participating in this discussion."