"...Yes, that's the case, so the current situation is actually quite bad. The second battlefield may expand again at any time! The spread of the war, the increase in the level of the war, the increase in the number of people affected by the disaster, and I am losing more and more ground... Every day that passes, my heart sinks a little deeper, because in this process I have deeply felt the limitations of my personal abilities. Oh, I believe You, my Mr. Weasley, who are also concerned about the disaster, must have been troubled by this deteriorating war situation day and night!"
More than ten minutes had passed since the two parties sat down in the camp, but Maxim was still chattering and sighing to himself, and frequently confided his inner regrets to Bill, who was sitting opposite.
Of course, I basically talked about it from her personal perspective.
After another moment, Maxim seemed to be a little tired and changed to a more comfortable sitting position. Then he sighed and the topic suddenly changed:
"Speaking of which, Mr. McClain took the lead in defeating the ancient dark wizard Helbo and stood up to block the army of living zombies for the large number of refugees. I still vividly remember the scene! Mr. Macca McClain, you deserve it. The successor appointed by Albus Dumbledore... No, it can be said that he is the Dumbledore of this era, isn't it?"
When she said the last sentence, Maxim pronounced the word "yes" very hard, as if not doing so was not enough to explain her recognition and affirmation of the other party.
On the other side, Bill was obviously a little unable to react in time to Maxim's praise, which suddenly turned the conversation to Maka. Although with his intelligence, even when he realized that the other party seemed to finally get to the point, he still didn't know the other party's true intention of mentioning Maka at this time.
"Uh, yes!" Bill responded somewhat dryly, "His achievements, just like his magical achievements, are unquestionable - although to be honest, even though Maka had tried his best with us, But when this disaster suddenly struck... we were able to successfully relocate some victims out of the country only with the full support of the Blois family in France."
While he still didn't know Maxim's specific purpose, Bill could only agree tentatively, making his words somewhat ambiguous and not expressing his views too clearly.
However, Maxim didn't seem to care what Bill thought. When the latter finished speaking, she nodded casually, and then continued:
"In short, the role played by Mr. Maclean in the fight against this disaster is absolutely unparalleled. Without him, I am afraid that we would have lost more than just the United Kingdom, Denmark, the Netherlands and Germany. ! Now everyone knows that the living corpses currently raging in the second battlefield are those that later appeared in Denmark and the Netherlands, not the first batch that occupied the UK - these are all Mr. MacLean who returned to the disaster area in the UK alone. It’s his credit! It’s him who contained the first batch of zombie army, which was several times larger than the zombie group currently operating on the second battlefield, within the British territory!”
Maxim became more and more excited as he spoke. At the end of the sentence, he couldn't help but slap his hands heavily on the table, but Bill's brows furrowed more and more as he listened.
Regardless of whether what Mrs. Maxim said was right or wrong, at least as far as he knew, there was absolutely no basis for the judgment that Maca had contained all the living corpses in the UK across the sea - even if There are many indications that this may actually be the case.
After all, let alone what happened after Maka went deep into the disaster area, the outside world still knows nothing about the activities of Hermione and others who followed in, as well as Lupin and others who just broke in recently. .
It was too difficult to collect intelligence on the terrible disaster place across the sea.
However, today, Maxim seemed to have known the exact news for a long time and spoke with such certainty. I don’t know if she really has already learned about the actual situation under the cloud through other channels, or is she simply taking speculation as truth
If it's the latter...
"Mrs. Maxim, what do you... exactly want to say?"
Bill has been having headaches from time to time recently, which is caused by being too busy and under too much pressure, and he often frowns and thinks about problems, but Bill doesn't show it in front of others on weekdays. Only when he had less rest like last night, because his body was equally tired, would he be unable to cover up and reveal a little bit. This was also the reason why Fleur noticed his poor condition before.
Now faced with Maxim's repeated excuses, he finally lost his patience after going around for a long time.
"Well?"
Seeing that the polite smile on Bill's face suddenly faded, and his words were no longer soft and tactful, Maxim smiled, but he still smiled, but his tone gradually became colder when he replied.
"Of course, to praise the 'hero'." She said, "Because you know, I can't say these words to myself anymore, can I?"
Before he finished speaking, Bill, who was rubbing his temples due to a headache, immediately paused and looked at the other party with sharp eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you know best what I mean?" Mrs. Maxim spread her hands and looked at him quietly and said, "Or do you think there are some things I shouldn't know?"
"lady!"
Seeing that the already very delicate atmosphere began to smell of gunpowder, Fleur, who was hiding in the periphery, finally couldn't hold back anymore and pushed her way through the crowd to squeeze to Mrs. Maxim's side.
After pulling the sleeve of the familiar but somewhat unfamiliar teacher and calling out with a pleading voice, Furong suddenly turned her head and said to the other people in the camp:
"Everyone, can you please go out for a moment? I have some private matters here and I want to talk to Mr. Maxim... President Maxim alone. Please give us some space... . ”
"I don't think it's necessary."
Maxim reached out and gently patted the back of Fleur's hand that was holding her sleeve. It seemed to be a little gentle, but his words were still as strong as ever.
"Let's talk about personal matters later! My dear, what we are talking about now is a major matter that affects the life and death of countless living beings in Europe. You have always been very sensible, but you can't—"
"I have a child!" Fleur interrupted her abruptly.
"What?"
Maxim was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little baffled.