Chapter 575 Greedy Martin in Charge

It is said to be a stroll, but in fact, this is naturally a purposeful stroll.

After learning that other members of the Bulova family had also come to Beauxbatons, Macadam even decided to check out the reality of the other party.

If the foreign surname is sensible, he doesn't mind letting him go. As long as the other party doesn't get involved in this inheritance incident, he has no interest in meddling in unnecessary matters. As for how Mr. Blois will deal with that guy afterwards, it has nothing to do with Maca.

After Mrs. Maxim said that she could take a walk while she was full of wine and food, Maca and Fanny stood up.

"Miss Blois, you should stay here for the time being!" Maca suddenly paused, tilting his head and said softly, "If you go out too, that guy will probably choose to stay in this auditorium forever. On the contrary, if you stay in the auditorium, the other party will probably leave here to avoid your sight."

Upon hearing this, Fanny nodded silently, then turned around and walked towards Madam Maxim.

Maca watched her leave, and waited for a while. When Fanny started to talk about something with Madam Maxim, he walked straight to the entrance of the auditorium.

In fact, he didn't fully see the other person's appearance until he passed by the steward with a foreign surname that Fanny was referring to. It was a middle-aged wizard with a slightly blessed figure. He looked philistine and shrewd. If he didn't know that he was a steward with a foreign surname from the Bulova family, Maca would have thought that he was a businessman who had been in the world.

When he passed by the other party's location, he also vaguely heard a few whispered conversations between the guy and the two people around him. It's just that the three of them spoke fluent French, and Maca couldn't understand it at all.

Just now Maca told Fanny to stay in the auditorium, in fact, he had already informed Fanny of his plan. With the cleverness of that capable female steward, she must be able to understand his intentions and help him drive that guy out of the auditorium smoothly.

I believe it is not difficult, maybe Fanny only needs to casually glance in the direction where it is located,

The other party will subconsciously understand that they need to avoid it.

So Maca was not in a hurry. Before that guy appeared from the gate of the auditorium, he really took a leisurely walk in the garden.

After just a dinner, the moon has already climbed into the sky, like a silver hook inlaid on the pitch-black sky wall, exuding a hazy brilliance. In the garden at night, the colorful flowers and colors of the day are covered with a layer of gloom, and the vitality is being replaced by the gradually singing insects.

It can be seen that there are still many wizards in the garden at this time. Some of them walked side by side with their companions, mostly a man and a woman; some sat on benches and listened to the jingle of the spring in the middle of the garden. Of course, there are still some wizards who are alone like Maca, but most of them are looking around, trying to find a suitable dance partner.

From a distance, Maca seemed to see the brothers and sisters of the Hohenheim family. The backs of one big and one small convinced him that he was right. Those two people were walking quickly on the hillside outside the garden, one was striding ahead, and the other followed intentionally or unintentionally.

It seems that the siblings are probably starting to fight again—I hope that little sister Sarah can calm down, at least not playing explosions in the public.

Maca smiled and shook his head, then walked towards the path on the side of the garden.

This path is very inconspicuous in the huge garden. The flowers here seem to have not yet fully seasoned, and most of them only have a few buds. Therefore, most people don't want to go this way, because there is really nothing to see here.

But at the end of the path not far away, there is a clean and smooth white stone tablet, on which some inscriptions are engraved, which seem to tell about some important historical events of Beauxbatons.

Well, for example, the ancestor of the Taifler family, the Duke of Pique, experienced the reign of terror.

Although the words Maca on it are not very clear, but he can more or less recognize a word. Especially the specific age numbers engraved on it made him understand what those inscriptions were probably recording.

At this moment, Maca was standing on the marble base platform under the stele, and he could have a panoramic view of the garden just by looking back, and it was a place with a very good view.

Soon, he scanned most of the garden. After discovering that the gentleman in charge hadn't walked out of the auditorium when he came here, he casually leaned against the shadow of the stone tablet and took out a small notebook the size of a palm. Immediately afterwards, he leaned on the stone tablet and began to write in the small book.

The gentleman in charge didn't make him wait too long, and after a while, the other party really appeared at the entrance of the auditorium. It can be clearly seen from Maca that after the guy came out, he looked back a little nervously, and then he dressed up and walked towards the entrance of the garden in a solemn manner.

After Maca glanced at that guy, he added a few words to the small notebook, and then waved his hand. A small piece of paper torn off by him fluttered over there.

It would be an easy task for the steward to come forward according to his ideas. Since the other party's purpose is undoubtedly Nicole Flamel's legacy, of course he has no reason not to borrow it.

...

The steward with a foreign surname of Castle Blois has actually been working in the peripheral industries of the family for many years. But since he was young, he has always been restless, and his shrewd mind is rarely used in work, but he often uses some crooked brains.

For example, this time, someone in the family mentioned a few words to him, and he already understood the huge benefits hidden in this inheritance distribution event. In order to gather more Galleons, he didn't mind trying to figure out a safe and effective plan as he did in the past so that he could also participate in it.

In his opinion, Mr. Blois, the owner of the house, is really stupid. There are so many benefits, why not get a hand in it? If it were him, he would definitely devote himself wholeheartedly to this incident.

So, under the circumstances that someone was backing up his courage, he, who is used to stealing chickens and dogs, rarely thought of such a big one. It is conceivable that if this vote is successful, he will probably never have to worry about anything in his life.

"Martin, work hard!"

As he walked in the garden, he cheered himself up in a low voice.

To be honest, when he found out that Beauxbaton had a steward, his first reaction was to turn around and run away. Who said that Patriarch Blois didn't plan to get involved, didn't he send someone here long ago? You must know that the patriarch's handling of the stand still was not only known to him, but the one who was behind him this time also said the same to him.

Who knew that the Patriarch actually——

"...It's not wrong to think about it. Who would choose to give up such a great wealth for no reason?" Martin muttered to himself, "Then what should I do next? If I want to leave now Absolutely impossible, but... it seems that Manager Fanny hasn't found me here yet, but if this continues, it will obviously be a matter of time! I think my old Martin has never missed a hand in half his life, so don't make the last vote today fell under the hands of a little girl..."

The steward Martin was pacing up and down, talking incessantly. Although he spoke in a low voice, the muttering all the way seemed quite strange, and even he himself quickly noticed that it was obviously a rather noticeable bad behavior.

Just when he closed his mouth vigilantly, he pretended to stroke his sparse veil that was used to cover his bald spot, and then walked with his chest held high.

But at this moment, a small piece of paper with mottled writing fluttered left and right in mid-air, and landed in front of his eyes, and landed precisely within his reach.

Martin immediately stopped in his tracks. Instead of trying to grab it, he frowned slightly and glanced around. Although he didn't ask out loud, his heart was extremely nervous, for fear that he would be discovered by the Bulova family.

"Who?" He thought to himself.

In fact, his eyes passed the stone tablet where Maca was located several times, but Maca was in the shadow that the moonlight couldn't reach at this moment, how could he see it?

After hesitating for a moment, probably because he realized that he might be a little too suspicious, Martin finally reached out to the piece of paper that was still firmly in mid-air.

Maca naturally uses English. He really doesn't know French. A few basic words are probably his limit. But fortunately, as a steward with a foreign surname in the Blois family, Martin often deals with those low-level people with different backgrounds, and of course he is also very familiar with English.

He quickly scanned the words on the piece of paper, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"This is a great opportunity!"

Steward Martin was worried that he might be discovered by the Blois family, and now someone sent him an interesting cooperation proposal. To say that he came here because he had reached a consensus with a certain force that he had secretly befriended in the past, but under the current situation, he obviously needed more forces to help him.

Martin has no doubts about the point of "cooperation". In name, he is undoubtedly a member of the Blois family, even if he is only in charge of a foreign name. There are many forces who want to befriend him, so how could he have doubts about it?

Martin read the words on the piece of paper carefully again, squeezed it into a small ball and stuffed it into his pocket, and then rushed straight to the direction of the stone tablet.

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