Chapter 160 The Big Shot Arrives

"Why don't you come in?" Mrs. Tewasha looked at the door and laughed, like a lily blooming, bright and moving.

This scene seemed familiar. It had been broadcast on TV, and it was usually like a fairy dancing... Meka Anders quickly regained her composure.

He walked into the restaurant and sat down opposite Mrs. Tewasha.

There was a lot of food on the table, so rich that Meca couldn't tell what it was. A plate as big as his face contained a few spoonfuls of food, but it was beautifully decorated.

You’re not full... Meka’s first thought was this.

At Mrs. Tewasha's invitation, the two began to eat. Meka was not polite. Dane rushed her on her way at noon, so she didn't even eat. She was indeed very hungry.

And because of his habit of eating and sleeping without talking, he pretended that there was no Mrs. Tevasha at the table and ate by himself.

This surprised Mrs. Tevasa opposite. She lowered her head and looked at her dress. Doesn't it look good? Or is my makeup wrong today?

Meka ate very slowly, but without stopping for a moment, without even raising her head, and did not bother to look at Mrs. Tewasha opposite.

I don’t know how much time passed before Mrs. Tewasha said quietly:

"I wonder what you call me?"

Meka swallowed the foie gras in her mouth, put down her knife and fork, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and then looked up at Mrs. Tewasha:

"Carmel Sid, madam, you can call me Carmel or Sid."

"Oh?" Mrs. Tewasha's eyes were shining with hope and beauty.

"I have an unusual ability to sense magic. When I first saw you, I could detect the surge of magic in you, so I always thought you were a direct descendant of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Tribes of England.

Unexpectedly, such a young and promising young man does not come from one of those big families? "

I see, why did I send an invitation letter as soon as we met? I thought it was because my fake face was so handsome... Meka smiled:

"Who said that young and promising young people must come from big families? Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard today, is not one of the twenty-eight sacred clans. Wasn't he not good enough when he was young?"

"That's right." Tewasha chuckled, "It seems that I look down on everyone in the world too much."

She rested her chin with her hands, and stared at Meka with her big Kaziran eyes motionless. It was okay for a while, but it made Meka really uncomfortable after looking at her for a long time.

What do you mean? Is there something wrong with my aesthetic sense? I remember this face was generally handsome, not as good-looking as my original face... Meka coughed and asked:

"When we last met, was that bead still in Madam's hand?"

Mrs. Tewasha blinked and said:

"I looked at that bead last time when I came back. Apart from being pretty, it doesn't seem to be anything special."

I also know that it is nothing special. The problem is that it may be the last basilisk egg. If it is really a broken bead in your hands, it will collapse the same day... Meka smiled slightly and said:

"To be honest, I am a potion master and I often collect all kinds of weird things for research. I can't see the material of this bead, so I want to use it for research."

"Oh? Are you still a potion master?" Mrs. Tewasha was a little surprised. She covered her mouth with her extremely white and slender hands and asked again:

"I see you are very young. How old are you?"

"Eighteen." Meka said casually.

Don't ask, just ask and you'll be eighteen.

"You are younger than I thought." Mrs. Tewasha looked at Meka with her beautiful eyes, as if she was getting acquainted with her again.

Meka hesitated and asked, "That bead..."

Mrs. Tewasha quickly smiled again, rolled her eyes at him, and her eyes were a little ecstatic:

"Don't worry, I'm keeping this bead. But if you really want it, you'll probably have to fulfill my request."

If that guy Dane were here, he would probably have fallen under the pomegranate skirt... Meka avoided her eyes and asked again:

"What is your request?"

"I'll tell you at the tea party tomorrow night..." Mrs. Tewasha deliberately let it slip.

Meka was really itchy now and wanted to go back for a second.

When I was reading novels in my previous life, I hated it the most when people betrayed them.

After dinner, Meka left without looking back, causing Mrs. Tewasha to give him another blank look.

As soon as they arrived at the door of the room, before Meka opened the door, the door of the next room creaked open.

Dane stuck his head out and cursed:

"Fuck, you are so lucky to be alone with Mrs. Tewasha as soon as you come here! How disgusting. Is it an advantage to be pale now?"

Meka rolled her eyes: "Sleep well, there is everything in your dreams."

"No!" Dane snorted and walked out of the door to follow Meka into his room.

Meka glanced at him: "What do you mean?"

"You have to tell me the details tonight, any details will do..." Dane winked at Meka.

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By the evening of the next day, it was just darkening. A certain hall in the manor was already filled with tables, chairs, pumpkin lanterns, and skulls, decorated in a mysterious and interesting way. The lights were not turned on, and there were only a few candles floating in the air. In mid-air, it feels like a strange house.

On the long table, there are exquisite teapots and teacups, with the aroma of black tea and red wine overflowing.

The food was quite dry, consisting of small snacks such as pumpkin pie and finger biscuits, which were barely enough for two bites.

Just as Meka glanced at the situation on the table, Dane patted his shoulder and said:

"Come on, come on! Lady Tewasha is here!"

Meka looked back and saw Mrs. Tewasha coming over with the middle-aged man who looked like the butler who accompanied her to Gringotts last time.

Mrs. Tewasha was still wearing a purple dress today, but the style was different from the one last night. It was cooler, revealing a pair of delicate collarbones and white shoulders.

This look directly made Dane on the side look at her intently. Even this well-informed playboy could not resist Mrs. Tewasha like this.

Sure enough, I have always suspected that this guy has a dog-licking temperament, and now I finally see it... Meka kept a distance from the guy next to him without leaving any trace.

As soon as Mrs. Tewasha sat down, there was a buzz in the hall, and several figures appeared out of thin air.

"Mrs. Tewasha, how are you doing lately?"

The young man with a fine beard, wearing a suit-like dress-like robe, sat down casually with a smile on his face.

Several figures were following behind, seemingly as attendants, and one could tell at a glance that it was a big shot traveling.

"Mr. Grave, welcome to your arrival." Mrs. Tewasha responded softly.

Meka suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the people in front of him.

"This guy is a direct member of the American Grave family, Morey Grave."

Dane seemed to notice his doubts, and said solemnly,

"This guy is not easy to mess with. It's best to stay away from him. There is a big shot in his family who works in the United States Magical Security Department. He is extremely powerful. He is also a magic genius himself. He once skipped three levels to graduate..."

"Oh?" Meka's eyes moved, so powerful?

Soon, another figure either walked into the hall or appeared out of thin air and took their seats one by one.

Each of these people is just like that Morey Grave. You can tell by looking at them that they are not easy to mess with. Almost all of them have several followers, and they come one after another, making it overwhelming.

Dane next to him also felt tired and sighed:

"It seems that if you want to kiss Fangze this time, you won't be able to do it. Damn it, these people are all wealthy people who are not short of money. Some of them are richer than my family. How can we fight..."

"How?" Meka asked.

He also felt that the format was not good. What was Mrs. Tewasha doing by inviting so many rich and powerful people?

revenge? Just kidding, this posture can wipe out a large dark wizard organization...

He immediately guessed that the request made by Mrs. Tewasha last night was probably not a small request.

This basilisk egg is really hard to get...

"What should I say?" Dane pointed to the pale young man sitting opposite Grave on the other side and sighed:

"Do you know who that guy is? His family is similar to Grave's. Among the powerful figures in the Russian magic world, there is the head of his family.

Although Misev Parel's magic is not as strong as that of the Grave family, he has several entourages behind him, each of them has a strong temperament and crawled out from the pile of heads..."

Meka then followed the direction of his finger and looked at the Misev Parel.

Wearing a beige robe, his face was pale with a touch of elegance. There was no smile on his face, but just looking at him gave people a good impression of wanting to make friends.

The few people behind him were all strong and strong, and their eyes were cold, almost indifferent. They had a bit of Voldemort's eyes and temperament, and they could tell that they had killed a lot of people.

When Meka was about to ask about the identities of some other people, Mrs. Tewasha spoke:

"I'm inviting you all today because of my husband's affairs. Some of the guests who are here have already guessed."

Her face was as white as jade, her smile faded and became as cold as frost:

"I want to avenge my husband, Count Tewasha, and remove the head of a dark wizard. Whoever brings the head of that dark wizard, I am willing to offer one hundred thousand gold galleons, or agree to any request... …"

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