Chapter 1047: Don't mess with him

This is an urgent letter.

Judging from the owl's state at this time, just the remnants of the spell used for the long flight, and the state of panting, Maca knew that it had not only flown a long distance, but also flew very quickly.

And if you recall what has happened recently, then there are no more than two places where this letter came from.

One of them, perhaps Mr. Akinbad, President of the Federation; As for the other one, it is likely to be a letter from Fort Blois, France.

And, regardless of which side it is, the information that will be mentioned in this urgent letter must be related to the basilisk.

Of course, Maca would have obviously preferred this to be a letter from the old man at Akinbad.

Unfortunately, sometimes when you are faced with two options and choose one of them, it will always come up with another answer that you don't want so much.

With only a flash of thought, Maca reached out and took the envelope from the owl's mouth, and immediately saw the correct words "Received by Mr. Macklean" on it.

He glanced at it and soon realized:

"This is Willy's father's handwriting."

Suddenly, Maca quickly pulled out the letter while frowning slightly.

Sure enough, the first line of the head and face was:

"Basilisk in Monaco."

It seems that the basilisk did not continue to go far on land after walking around Sicily, Italy, but rushed straight into the sea again.

As for Monaco...... As an independent country enclosed in the entire territorial waters and territory of France, the area is surprisingly small. The basilisk resurfaced there this time, which is actually equivalent to stepping into France.

Of course, it's still a long way from Blois Castle!

In addition, it is worth mentioning that Mr. Blois's letter is really a veritable "urgent letter". Aside from the line of words that Maca had seen for the first time, there was only one word left on the remaining letterhead.

"...... 'rest assured'?"

Maca chewed the word gently, a look of hesitation growing on her face.

Mr. Blois's words were naturally based on the self-confidence of the long-standing Blois family, and his own magical talent was far beyond that of ordinary wizards, so it was only natural to say so.

It's just that he said rest assured, can Maca really rest assured?

After a moment of contemplation, Maca made up her mind. After writing the word "understand" in the blank space under the letterhead, he tore off the half of the paper and got up and walked outside the auditorium.

When he arrived at the door, he suddenly waved his hand and sent a signal in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, and then he could see that a fast-moving figure suddenly appeared in the forest, and in a blink of an eye, he came to him.

Maca reached out and attached it to her forearmβ€”it was apparently the owl Marfa who had been with him for almost six years.

"Send it to Fort Blois, France, give it to Monsieur Blois, and then you don't have to come back. Notify me as soon as you notice a danger there. ”

He folded the note he had written and put it in the owl's ankle ring, and then he raised his hand and threw it into the sky. It didn't take long for it to disappear in the distant sky.

He was undoubtedly using the same original decision, which was that unless Helbo showed up, he would not act rashly.

And how to know in time whether Helbo is in Mr. France or not, it is necessary to rely on the always perceptive owl Marfa.

Speaking of which, there have been several times in the past that Marfa has helped him secretly report the news, which has allowed him to take care of the overall situation as much as possible. I only hope that this time, it can be the same!

"No, Marfa, it's best if you run for nothing." Maca looked at the sky in the distance and couldn't help but think like this.

……

At the same time, Fort Blois.

If the recent British wizarding world is a peaceful and hidden storm, then the French wizarding world is undoubtedly a real clear sky.

Due to the lightning dispatch of the Blois family, the arrival of the basilisk in Monaco is still known only to a certain number of people.

Even Willy's father was still leaning against the window of the study, smiling as he watched his daughter and the children brought by Maca enjoy today's lunch.

As for the basilisk, he must still be in the foothills of the Monaco border, playing hide-and-seek with the family wizards he sent past!

"Cathy, don't be busy feeding little Delphi just yet, eat some of your own! Just let me do it! ”

The weather was fine today, so the old housekeeper decided to leave lunch in the garden below.

So, everyone sat around a large table and happily basked in the sun while eating.

Among these friends who are getting closer, Willy and Helen are slightly older. And on weekdays, it is usually Helen who is responsible for taking care of the still young little Delphi.

However, probably because of Maca's original advice, little Cathy, who is mature at heart, always likes to take her with her.

"It's all right, Helen." Cathy turned her head with the spoon and smiled, "Little Delphi is very sensible, and she can feed it in a few bites." ”

With that, she scooped another spoonful of egg custard, and after blowing it, she sent it to little Delphi next to her. In this picture, she really looks like a good and conscientious mother - even if you look at it, she is just a child.

"Don't persuade me, Cathy likes these things! Look at her, doesn't she look like a mother? ”

As one of the children who had been rescued by Maca said this, the others laughed as well.

However, to be honest, it is not easy for their group of motherless children to laugh at such a time.

I think that I used to say less than three sentences all day, but now I think about it, it is like a dream.

"Hurry up and eat! In a moment it's time for us to prune the flowers. ”

Willie said this coldly, and immediately everyone laughed louder.

"Willy, don't always worry about your flowers and plants! Why don't you think of something else? ”

"Something else?" When Willie heard this, she couldn't help but purse her lips and ponder for a long time, then she hesitated, "Then let's go write another letter to Maca, shall we?" ”

Since the bloodline curse was completely withdrawn by Maca, her expression was obviously a lot more than that she no longer needed to be sealed. It's just that the long period of expressionlessness and few words still makes it difficult for her to put all her emotions on her face.

Now Willie is more likely to make people think that she is an introverted and shy little girl.

Seeing that everyone was still giggling and laughing after hearing her proposal, she couldn't help but twist her mouth in some distress.

"I ...... Loves plants. ”

"And Maca." Little Cathy, who was sitting at the other end, raised her head when she heard the sound, and also teased the slightly embarrassed Willy with the others.

But this time, Willie didn't know what to say as before, but said very seriously:

"I love maca too...... It's just the kind of best friend like. You have all been helped by Maca, too, in this regard...... Don't mess with him. ”

Because she doesn't usually talk much, her words are a little intermittent, but she still insists on saying everything she wants to say.

Finally, she pointed out in particular:

"You have to understand that Maca has someone she likes."

In fact, it can be seen from these words. Although Willy is not good at words, and her attention has always been focused on her precious plants, it does not mean that she does not understand anything.

As a long-time observer, there are some things that she may see better than anyone else.

And at this moment, in fact, I need to mention one more thing - Mr. Blois, who was watching this side from the castle tower at this time, actually heard these words of Willy.

"'Best friend'......" Willy's father shook his head by the window and couldn't help muttering to himself, "I really want to put Fort Blois in the hands of McLean, but ...... Willie is right! ”

To be honest, Mr. Blois had wanted Maca as a son-in-law for a long time, and he wanted to recruit him into the Blois family to inherit the family business for him.

Not to mention anything else, just with Maca's overall view and ability to deal with the world, even if he doesn't have too strong magical strength, he can probably let the Blois family continue to carry forward.

However, it is precisely because of this. If you add that extremely terrifying magical talent, it is the first family in France, Fort Blois, and I am afraid that it will only restrain his growth.

"Really...... Don't mess with him! ”

Thinking of the urgent letter he had sent to Maca not long ago, Monsieur Blois was even more determined to keep the basilisk in the French wizarding world.

And at this moment, he saw a silver-white cheetah patronus flying straight from the sky, and in a blink of an eye, it scurried into the window and landed at his feet.

Immediately after, he could hear the guardian goddess begin to speak.

"Master, that basilisk on the Monaco border is even more powerful than expected! In particular, it can also breathe a very special poisonous mist, which is not only impossible to blow away, but also extremely poisonous - several people on our side have already been injured. Therefore, although we have all taken care to avoid going head-to-head with it, it is also difficult to stop it because of the existence of the poisonous mist, and we need to think of a way! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the cheetah patronus dissipated of its own accord, leaving Mr. Blois alone by the window and silently lost in thought.

In fact, judging by the words brought by the patron saint, the situation at the Monegasque border is not so bad, and even since the interception in the morning, only a few people have been injured.

It's just that since it's hard to stop because of the poisonous mist, it means that it can't hide with it at all to consume its physical strength. And this is not a good start in Mr. Blois's plans.

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