Chapter 2608 A Few Words

Remember [New] in a second! After handing over the rights and responsibilities of coordinating the overall situation to Hermione, and ensuring that she was indeed competent, Maca naturally took a break.

Of course, saying "leisure" is actually only relative.

Although many complicated but necessary things are brought together to Hermione, Mrs. Maxim and the three major families to deal with, but when Maca's combat ability and his extraordinary knowledge of magic are needed, everyone still has to come. Ask him for advice, or simply ask him to help out.

But generally speaking, Maca did have a lot of personal time these days.

It's a pity that right now is not only a disaster, but also a counterattack is imminent. Even if it is true that there are not too many tedious mundane tasks to be busy with, it is impossible for him to really relax.

Whenever the night was dark, except for Sarah who had been following him with the alchemy doll for most of the time recently, only Luna would come to drink a cup of Goldigan tea with him from time to time, I chatted with him indiscriminately.

In addition, in most of the spare time, Maca only does one thing - that is to spread out his magic notebook on the table, and then bury his head in his head, writing, writing, Write.

Until one day, those familiar faces finally appeared from outside the tent again, and then walked in one by one, and displayed them in front of his desk.

Some of these faces are solemn, some are slightly nervous, some have firm eyes, some are shrewd and restrained...Of course, there are still some faces like Harry who tilted their heads slightly and focused their eyes on other places, and still haven't looked at him. The person who intends to be among them.

As more and more people gathered in the tent, even with the expansion of the Untraceable Stretching Curse, the place gradually became crowded.

In the end, even if only those who were familiar with Maca came in, there was no room for them to stand inside, so those who came a few steps late could only stay outside the door.

On the side of the desk, Maca naturally knew about the arrival of so many people, but even though he was being watched by so many pairs of eyes, he still kept writing and drawing with a pen.

The unique rustling sound of the pen dipped in ink and scratching across the refined parchment echoed in the quiet space inside the tent. For some reason, it brought an inexplicable sense of peace to everyone present.

However, everyone gathered here early in the morning, obviously not just to find some sense of security here. Finally, Hermione, who was still standing at the front of the crowd, spoke first, breaking the silence with a single word, as if with a little regret, but extremely firm.

"Maca."

She didn't say any more unnecessary nonsense, because she knew very well that Maca must understand the reason why she appeared here with everyone.

...

"despair."

A large paragraph of text finally came to an end with this inconspicuous light pause. Maca held the barrel of the quill pen, allowing the ink to bleed slightly along the fine texture on the paper, making that point look a little clawed.

After such a pause, he casually let go of the pen, and while the quill was slowly flying towards the ink bottle, he raised his head——

This is the first time he has discovered so intuitively, "Oh! So I have known so many people without knowing it?"

A faint, strange sense of accomplishment suddenly enveloped him, making him feel a little satisfied.

"Is it time?"

After scanning the crowd for a while, Maca's gaze refocused on Hermione, and then he asked this question.

Hermione in front of her heard the words, immediately replied:

"It's not so much 'time's up' as it is -- yes, we, are all ready."

"It's really good news," Maca smiled, "It's faster than I expected."

Hearing his words, Hermione didn't say anything, but just "hummed" very slightly, whether it was pure perfunctory or something else.

Maca didn't go into it, but closed the diary and held it in his hand, then moved away from the chair, got up, walked around the desk, and came to everyone step by step.

Everyone's eyes moved slightly following his movements until he stood still in front of Harry.

"Do you feel all right? Looks like you're recovering well." Maca looked at Harry and said.

In the previous battle with Haier Bona on the German Eastern Defense Line, Harry was seriously injured, and even because of Haier Bona's special magic, there were hidden dangers in the wound that were not easy to eradicate.

Fortunately, when he came back, he happened to meet Maca who woke up from the ice coffin, and also relied on his in-depth study of the rules of the soul to eliminate his hidden dangers.

Hearing Maca standing in front of him and asking, Harry finally turned his head to look at him, and then snorted just like Hermione just now, as an answer.

Of course, Maca didn't really need Harry's personal reply. How the latter's injury is recovering, not only he who has successfully mastered the rules of the soul, but also the group of "living corpse friends" who just came a few days ago can be seen at a glance.

After slightly nodding his head, regardless of Harry still maintaining a slightly awkward posture, Maca took two steps to the side and came to Willy.

"Mr. Blois, is there any response?" He lowered his head and asked.

Willie was also looking up at him when he asked this sentence. Seeing him asking about her father, the silver-haired girl immediately shook her head, then pulled the wide brim of her hat that blocked her view and said, "Father said that he is going to a manor in Croatia for a vacation."

"I understand." Maca nodded slightly suddenly.

He really understood that Mr. Blois, who was still in his prime, probably finally decided to give up the position of Patriarch to the daughter in front of him. It's just that the father who dotes on his daughter so much is worried, so he still retains the position of head of the family, and let the old housekeeper continue to assist Willie to take over a huge family that has temporarily lost his side.

Maca even felt that even his vacation words were false, maybe he was peeking somewhere right now!

Thinking this way, he took a few more steps to the side, and came to one... no, two, slightly unfamiliar figures.

"Miss Grofeyn?"

"Is there any problem?" Safina on the left glared at him without hesitation. "Or, we sisters are too small in your eyes, and we don't even leave any impression on you, so we don't remember?"

Ursula, who was standing next to her, didn't say anything, but just looked at Maca steadily.

"How could it be?" Maca smiled again, shaking his head and said, "Even if I'm blind, I won't fail to recognize you—especially you, Safina, your outstanding performance a while ago, Showed me how far a man of his word can go for a transactional commitment... so I just said, 'Thank you'!"