"Can't come?" Mrs. Maxim looked a little anxious when she heard the fat young man say this. "What's wrong with Mr. Hohenheim?"
In this competition, there are not many people who are qualified to serve as judges, and Mr. Hohenheim is one of the few important candidates who can take on the position of chief judge. That year, the winner of the Gold Medal for Pioneering Contributions at the last International Alchemy Congress was Mr. Alessandro von Hohenheim.
By the way, Dumbledore also appeared at a certain session of the conference when he was a student, and won the international alchemy award as the "youngest".
It's a pity that since Mr. Hohenheim's conference, this award has been buried in the pile of old papers due to the downturn in alchemy, and it has never had a chance to be revived.
That's right, if even the inheritance of alchemy is almost cut off, where are there enough alchemists to support such high-quality alchemy exchange conferences
An alchemy master as valuable as Mr. Hohenheim is naturally the best judge candidate for the upcoming alchemy competition.
However, facing Madam Maxime's urgent questioning, the fat young man standing at the door of the auditorium did not show any signs of anxiety.
"Hi! Actually, it's nothing—" he shrugged, and the waves of flesh on his chest and cheeks rippled. "To say that the old man was fine yesterday, he got up to go to the toilet at night, and broke his waist... I see that he can’t go anywhere these days and is lying at home!”
The reason is very good and quite unpretentious! Mrs. Maxim and President Akinbad looked at each other, their eyes seemed a little erratic, and maybe they couldn't help but roll their eyes at the next moment!
"Uh... Is it just a slight injury to your waist? Oh, no... I mean, is your father okay?" Mrs. Maxim corrected her words and gave a greeting, but what she cared about most was that Will Mr. Hohenheim still be able to serve as a judge by then
"Well... the old man is really fine!" the fat young master said repeatedly, "It's just a minor injury. He has already taken medicine and it will probably heal in two or three days."
After hearing that it was only two or three days, Mrs. Maxim finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When it comes to holding a competition, the most critical thing is manpower - one is of course the contestants, and the other is the judges. As for the staff, there must be as many as needed.
As one of the most important alchemy masters today, Mr. Hohenheim can be said to be irreplaceable. After all, it will be difficult to find another judge of his caliber in a short period of time.
If problems arise because the judges are not able to convince the public, then the representatives of various forces sitting in the auditorium may have an excuse to mount a rebellion. These wolf cubs are all predators that are alert to apes, and we cannot let them seize such a huge opportunity to prey.
"Since Mr. Hohenheim is fine, that's the best!" Mrs. Maxim returned to her usual grace. She smiled and said, "Come, since you are here on behalf of your father, please take your seat quickly." Bar!"
The various foods on the table have not been removed yet, and the fat young man has already become greedy. As soon as he heard Madam Maxime say that he could find a seat to sit down, his appetite immediately exploded. He glanced at it casually and walked to the seat closest to the door.
"Hey! Brother, come on...move to the side a little, let me take a rest." The fat young master's fat face was full of smiles, looking a little wretched and a little funny, "Young master, my butt is all the way. It was stuck on a chair in the carriage. I almost broke my waist trying to pull it out just now! I have to make up for it..."
As he spoke, he squeezed towards an empty chair. His extraordinarily wide body pushed the guy next to him and his chair aside.
To say that his choice of position was a coincidence, the two unlucky guys he squeezed out of the way were the two from the Tefler family who had stared at Maka fiercely before.
Maka could see from a distance that Master Tyfuler was suddenly filled with anger, but after hesitating for a moment, he simply moved away a little further. Naturally, now is obviously not the time to cause trouble.
After the fat young master of the Hohenheim family finally sat down, Madame Maxime began to be polite to everyone again. What she said next was not the main point, it was mostly insignificant remarks.
But even so, all the guests also moved their eyes to her. After all, Madame Maxime is the principal of Beauxbatons, and this is her territory. Respecting the owner of this place is a social etiquette that people with status and status must abide by.
Such superficial rules are always a bit boring, but they are also essential.
However, they could not continue to focus their attention. Not long after, there was a loud splashing sound - the fat young man from the Hohenheim family started eating!
Maka's seat is relatively forward. In terms of location, he is far on the other side of the auditorium. But he was one of the very few wizards in this auditorium who could look at the fat young master with a smile on his face.
When this big fat man eats, he looks very impressive.
Not that he was rough. In fact, his knife and fork were held in his hands in a very orderly manner, and his every move was not vulgar. He cut the steak without making any noise.
So where is the problem
It turned out that this was ultimately to blame for his extraordinarily thick body fat, which forced him to raise his elbows when putting food into his mouth. But he was very concerned about his eating movements. In order to comply with dining etiquette, he tried hard not to raise his elbows too high, so that he had to suck the food in with his mouth every time he ate.
Listening to the sniffing sounds again and again, it is completely unclear whether he cares about etiquette or habit.
Maka discovered that since this strange fat man appeared, the originally tense atmosphere in the auditorium had been completely destroyed by him.
Speaking of which, he also knew Mr. Hohenheim from the Alchemy Research Center. He was an alchemy scholar who focused on research and innovation. But who would have known that such a respected master of alchemy would actually give birth to such a funny, fat son? Judging from the ages of the father and son, the master who was obsessed with academics should have been born when he gave birth to this son. Already forty or fifty years old.
Is this because you have children in old age, so you are overly pampered? At least Maka doesn't look like it.
But in the final analysis, this fat young man not only sat down and started eating, but also made a lot of noise, which was indeed a bit inappropriate. But here no one will really care about him. After all, there are many more important things than blaming him!
look! Mrs. Maxim in front of the auditorium was not affected at all. Although she subconsciously glanced at the fat man, she didn't even stumble over the useless words in her mouth. After most people finally stopped paying attention to the big fat man, she talked about something more meaningful to everyone.
"... I think everyone understands how great an impact it will have on the entire magical world if Mr. Nico Flamel's legacy is officially made public! But in fact, Mr. Flamel is not unconditionally open to the public-"
Seeing that Mrs. Maxim finally brought the topic to the main point, all the guests suddenly became more concerned. Soon, their eyes were all focused on Madame Maxime.
"The legacy left by Mr. Flamel before his death was his private alchemy laboratory. As for where that laboratory is, only Mr. Edouard Flamel knows for the time being."
Having said this, Mrs. Maxim nodded again to the old housekeeper of the Flamel family on the side.
"Yes, I think everyone can guess it," she said. "The first problem we will face is how to open Mr. Nico Flamel's laboratory. I have heard before that it is not a It's an easy thing that requires us to have a sufficient understanding of alchemy 'itself'."
In fact, many magical relics from ancient times have been unearthed in the history of the magic world, and most of them are still being continuously studied and explored. Most of these ruins have two things in common, that is, they are easy to find but difficult to enter. In some places, even Muggles who do not understand magic can easily find them.
The same is true for Nico Flamel's alchemy laboratory.
"Mr. Edouard Flamel said that it was one of the tasks set by Mr. Nico Flamel in order to find someone who could interpret the legacy he left behind. If there is no wizard in the world who can truly understand 'what is alchemy' If so, then the legacy he left behind will not matter whether it is public or not.”
At this point, the old butler Edward also stood up.
"My host once said that it was Mr. Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, who left him hope and let him know that there may be many knowledgeable wizards in today's wizarding world. . That’s why he left these legacies instead of passing away with his wife without saying a word.”
He said, thought again, and then said seriously: "So I think that although the master often says that he has seen the decline of talents in the 665 years of his life, he still has expectations for the current magical world. He must have always believed that our magic will gradually flourish again, as generations of young wizards work hard to reach the next peak."
The old housekeeper's words were so sincere that even if the representatives of these forces again had impure intentions, they couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
The gradual decline of the magical world is obvious to all. Although it seems to have improved in recent years, it is still no longer glorious. Whether it is a family force or an individual, they actually hope that the entire magic world can make more and better progress and development.
It was at this time that Madame Maxime said loudly:
"So, Mr. Akinbad and Butler Edward decided that we would hold a world-class alchemy competition to bring more alchemy talents back to the public and show us a more colorful world of alchemy! "