It is said to be a stroll, but in fact it is naturally a stroll with a purpose.
After learning that other members of the Blois family had also come to Beauxbatons, Macadam decided to explore the other party's true identity.
If the manager with a foreign surname was sensible, he wouldn't mind letting him go. As long as he was no longer involved in this inheritance incident, he had no interest in meddling in any unnecessary business. As for how Mr. Blois will deal with that guy afterwards, it has nothing to do with Maka.
When Mrs. Maxim said that they could take a walk while they were full of wine and food, Maca and Fanny stood up.
"Miss Blois, please stay here for now!" Maka suddenly paused and tilted her head and whispered softly, "If you go out too, that guy will probably choose to stay in this auditorium. On the contrary, if you stay in the auditorium, the other person will probably leave here to avoid your sight."
When Fanny heard this, she nodded silently, then turned around and walked towards Madam Maxime.
Maka watched her leave and waited for a while. When Fanny started to talk about something with Madam Maxim, he walked straight towards the door of the auditorium.
In fact, it wasn't until he passed by the steward with a foreign surname that Fanny was referring to that he could fully see his appearance. He was a middle-aged wizard with a slightly stout figure. He looked philistine and shrewd. If she didn't know that he was a steward of the Blois family with a foreign surname, Maka would have thought that he was a businessman living in the secular world.
When he passed by the other party's location, he vaguely heard a few quiet conversations between the guy and the two people around him. However, the three of them all spoke fluent French, and Maka couldn't understand them at all.
Just now, Maka asked Fanny to stay in the auditorium, which actually informed her of his plan. With the cleverness of the capable female steward, she would definitely be able to understand his intentions and successfully help him drive the guy out of the auditorium.
I believe that is not difficult. Perhaps Fanny only needs to casually cast a few glances in its direction, and the other party will subconsciously understand that she needs to avoid it.
So Maka was not in a hurry. Before the guy appeared from the entrance of the auditorium, he actually took a leisurely walk in the garden.
Just after the dinner, the moon had already climbed into the sky, like a silver hook embedded in the dark sky wall, exuding a hazy brilliance. In this garden at night, the colorful flowers during the day are covered with a layer of drowsiness, and the vitality is replaced by the gradual chirping of 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 the benches and listened to the tinkling of the spring water in the middle of the garden. Of course, there are some wizards who are alone like Maka, but most of them are looking around, trying to find a suitable dance partner.
From a distance, Maka seemed to see the Hohenheim brothers and sisters. The back figures of one big and one small convinced him that he had seen it right. The two people were walking quickly on the hillside outside the garden. One was striding in front, and the other was following behind intentionally or unintentionally.
It seems that the brother and sister have started to make trouble again - I hope that little sister Sarah can stop for a while, at least not to play with explosions in public.
Maka smiled and shook her head, then walked towards the path on the side of the garden.
This path is inconspicuous in the huge garden. The flowers here seem to be not yet fully in season, 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 at the moment.
But not far from the end of the path, there is a smooth white stone monument standing. There are some inscriptions engraved on the monument, which seem to tell some important historical events in Beauxbatons.
Well, for example, the ancestor of the Tefler family, Duke Peake, experienced the period of terror.
Although Maka couldn't understand the words above, he could more or less recognize a word. Especially the specific year numbers engraved on it made him understand what those inscriptions were probably recording.
At this time, Maka was standing on the marble base platform under the stone monument. Just looking back, she could have a panoramic view of the garden. She was looking at a place with a good view.
Soon, he scanned most of the garden. After discovering that the steward had not walked out of the auditorium the short time he arrived, he leaned casually in the shadow of the stone monument and took out a small book as big as the palm of his hand. Immediately afterwards, he leaned on the stone tablet and started writing in the small notebook.
The gentleman in charge did not keep him waiting for too long. After a while, the other party appeared at the door of the auditorium. From Maka, we could clearly see that after the guy came out, he looked back slightly nervously and looked inside, and then he dressed solemnly and walked towards the entrance of the garden.
After Maka glanced at the guy, she added a few words in the small book and then raised her hand. A small piece of paper torn off by him fluttered over there.
It would be a simple matter to get the steward to take the initiative according to his ideas. Since the other party's purpose is undoubtedly Nico Flamel's legacy, he certainly has no reason not to borrow it.
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The steward of Chateau Blois, whose surname was actually in the family's peripheral industries, had been working in the family's peripheral industries for many years. But he has always been restless since he was young. His shrewd mind is rarely used in work, but he often uses crooked ideas.
For example, this time, someone within the family gave him a few words of advice, and he already understood the huge interests hidden in this inheritance distribution incident. In order to amass more gold galleons, he didn't mind coming up with a safe and effective plan as he had done in the past so that he could participate in it.
In his opinion, the owner of the family, Mr. Blois, is really stupid. There are so many benefits, why not get a hand in it? If it were him, he would have devoted himself wholeheartedly to this incident.
So, with someone behind him giving him the courage, he who was used to being sneaky rarely wanted to do something big like this. It is conceivable that if this vote can be successful, he will probably never have to worry about anything in his life.
"Martin, do it well!"
As he walked in the garden, he quietly encouraged himself.
To be honest, when he found out that there was actually a steward in Beauxbatons, his first reaction was to turn around and run away. Who said that the head of the Blois family didn't intend to get involved? Didn't he send someone here long ago? You know, the head of the family's inaction was not only known to him, but the person who was supporting him this time also told him the same thing.
Who would have known that the head of the family actually-
"... It's true when you think about it. With such a huge wealth, who would choose to give up for no reason?" Martin muttered to himself, "Then what should I do next? It would be absolutely impossible for me to leave now. It's impossible, but... It seems that Manager Fanny hasn't noticed that I'm here yet, but if this continues, it will obviously be a matter of time! I don't think I, old Martin, have missed a beat in half my life, so don't let me slip on this last vote today. Under the hands of a little girl..."
Steward Martin kept mumbling while pacing. Although he spoke in a low voice, his mumbling seemed rather strange, and even he quickly noticed that this was obviously a very noticeable bad behavior.
He closed his mouth alertly, pretended to smooth his sparse hair to cover his bald spot, and then took a walk with his head held high.
But at this moment, a small piece of paper with mottled writing was flying left and right in the air, fell in front of his eyes, and stopped exactly within his reach.
Martin immediately stopped. He didn't grab it, but frowned slightly and glanced around a few times. Although he didn't ask the question out loud, he was extremely nervous in his heart, fearing that he would be discovered by the Blois family.
"Who?" he thought secretly in his heart.
In fact, his gaze actually passed by the stone monument where Maka was located several times, but Maka was now in the shadow that could not be illuminated by the moonlight, so 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 the air.
Maka naturally uses English, but he really doesn't know French. A few basic words are probably his limit. Fortunately, as a steward of the Blois family with a foreign surname, Martin often interacts with low-level people of different origins, 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 good opportunity!"
Steward Martin was currently worried that he might be discovered by the Blois family, and now someone came to him in the nick of time and handed him an interesting cooperation proposal. To say that he came on this trip, it was because he had reached a consensus with a certain force that he had secretly befriended on weekdays. But under the current situation, he would obviously need more forces to help him.
Martin has no doubts about "cooperation". Nominally speaking, he was undoubtedly a member of the Blois family, even if he was just the steward. There are so many forces that want to be friends with him, so how can he have doubts about it
Martin read the words on the piece of paper carefully again, then crumpled it into a small ball and stuffed it into his pocket, and then hurried straight towards the stone monument.