It is said to be a wanderer, but in fact, this is naturally a purposeful wandering.

After learning that the other members of the Blois family had also arrived in Beauxbatons, Macadam decided to find out what was true about them.

If the foreign steward is interested, he doesn't mind letting him go, as long as the other party is no longer involved in this inheritance incident, he is not interested in meddling in some unnecessary things. As for what Mr. Blois will do with that guy afterwards, it has nothing to do with Maca.

When Madame Maxim said that they could take a walk while they were full of wine and food, Maca and Fanny stood up.

"Miss Blois, you can stay here for now!" Maca paused suddenly, tilted her head sideways and whispered, "If you go out too, that guy will probably choose to stay in this auditorium all the time." Conversely, if you stay in the auditorium, they will probably leave the place to avoid your gaze. ”

Hearing this, Fanny nodded silently, and then turned and walked directly towards Madame Maxim.

Maca waited a few more moments as she watched her leave, and when Fanny began to talk to Madame Maxime about something, he paced straight to the door of the Great Hall.

In fact, it wasn't until he passed by the foreign steward that Fanny was referring to that he could fully see the other party's appearance. It was a middle-aged wizard with a slightly fat figure, who looked meritoish and shrewd, and if he didn't know that he was a steward of the Blois family, Maca would have thought that he was a businessman who was a mundane businessman.

When he passed by the other party's location, he also vaguely heard a few whispered conversations between the guy and the two people beside him. It's just that all three of them speak fluent French, and Maca doesn't understand it at all.

Just now Maca asked Fanny to stay in the auditorium, in fact, she had already informed Fanny of his intentions. With the cleverness of the able housekeeper, she must have understood his intentions, and helped him to drive the fellow out of the Great Hall without incident.

I believe that it is not difficult, maybe Fanny only needs to glance in the direction where she is at random a few times, and the other party will subconsciously understand that she needs to dodge.

So Maca wasn't in a hurry, and before the guy appeared from the entrance of the auditorium, he was really walking leisurely in the garden.

It was just the work of a dinner party, and the moon had climbed into the sky, like a silver hook embedded in the pitch-black sky wall, exuding a hazy light. In this garden at night, the colorful colors of the day are covered with a layer of drowsiness, and the vitality is replaced by the gradual sound of insects.

It can be seen that there are still many wizards in this garden at this time. Some of them walked side by side with their companions, mostly men and women; Others sit on benches and listen to the tinkling of spring water in the middle of the garden. Of course, there are some wizards who are as alone as Maca, but most of them are looking around to find a suitable dance partner.

From afar, Maca also seemed to see the brother and sister of the Hohenheim family, and the backs of one big and one small made him believe that he was not mistaken. The two men were now walking briskly down the hillside beyond the garden, one striding forward and the other following behind, consciously or unconsciously.

It seems that the brother and sister are probably starting to make a fuss again—I hope that Sarah's little sister can stop for a while, or at least not play with the explosion in public.

Maca smiled and shook her head, and headed for the path on the side of the garden.

The trail is unremarkable in the vast gardens, where the flowers don't seem to be fully in season, and most of them are still bulging with a few buds. Yes, most people don't want to go this way, because there's really nothing to see here at the moment.

But at the end of the trail stood a sleek white stone tablet with inscriptions that seemed to tell of some major historical event in Beauxbatons.

Well, for example, the reign of terror that the ancestor of the Taifler family, Duke Peake, went through.

Although the words on it were not very clear, Maca could more or less recognize a word. In particular, the specific chronological numbers engraved on it made him understand what those inscriptions were probably recording.

At this moment, Maca stood on the marble pedestal platform under the stele, and only by looking back, she could see the garden in full view, and there was a place with a great view.

Soon, he had scanned most of the garden. After discovering that the steward had not walked out of the Great Hall at the time of his visit, he casually leaned into the shadow of the stone tablet and pulled out a small notebook the size of a palm. Immediately afterward, he leaned against the stone tablet and began to write on the small notebook.

The steward didn't let him wait long, and after a while, the other party appeared at the door of the auditorium. It could be clearly seen from Maca that after the guy came out, he looked back a little nervously and looked inside, and then he walked towards the entrance of the garden with a solemn face.

After glancing at the guy, Maca added a few words to the small notebook, and then raised his hand. A small piece of paper that he tore off flew towards that side.

It would have been easier to get the steward to come on his own initiative. Since the other party's purpose is undoubtedly Nicol Lemay's legacy, of course, there is no reason why he should not borrow it.

……

The steward of Fort Blois had been working in the family's peripheral business for many years. But since he was young, he has always been uneasy, and his shrewd mind is rarely used for work, but he often uses some crooked brains.

For example, this time, someone within the family mentioned a few words to him, and he already understood the huge benefits hidden in this inheritance distribution incident. In order to gather more gold gallons, he didn't mind figuring out a safe and effective plan as he had done in the past so that he could also participate in it.

In his opinion, the head of the house, Mr. Blois, is so stupid, and there are so many benefits, why not get a hand in it? If he were replaced, he would have devoted himself to this incident.

So, under the circumstance that someone behind him was bold, he was accustomed to stealing chickens and dogs, and he rarely wanted to come to such a big one. It is conceivable that if this vote can be successful, it is very likely that he will never have to worry about anything again in his life.

"Martin, do a good job!"

As he walked through the garden, he whispered to himself again.

To be honest, when he found out that Beauxbatons would have a housekeeper there, his first instinct was to turn around and run. Who said that the head of the Blois family didn't plan to get involved, didn't he send someone over a long time ago? You know, the head of the family's immobile handling is not only known to him, but the one who is supporting him behind him this time has also said the same thing to him.

Who knew that the head of the family turned out to be-

“…… It's not wrong to think about it, who would choose to give up such a big fortune for no reason? Martin muttered to himself, "So what's next?" It's impossible to leave now, but ...... It seems that the steward of Fanny hasn't noticed that I'm here yet, but if it goes on like this, it will obviously be sooner or later! I don't think I've ever missed a shot in my old Martin's life, but don't fall under a little girl on this last vote today......"

The Martin steward kept muttering as he paced himself. Although he spoke in a small voice, the mumbling seemed rather strange, and even he himself quickly noticed that it was obviously a rather noticeable bad behavior.

Just as he closed his mouth in alarm, pretended to brush his sparse hair to hide his baldness, and walked with his head held high.

But at this moment, a small piece of paper with mottled handwriting flew left and right in mid-air, and landed in front of his eyes, and stopped exactly where he could reach it.

Martin immediately paused, and instead of grabbing it, he glanced around with a slight frown. Although he didn't ask out loud, he was extremely nervous in his heart, for fear that he would be discovered by the Blois family.

"Who?" He thought to himself.

In fact, his gaze had actually passed over the stone monument where Maca was several times, but where could he see it when Maca was in a shadow that the moonlight could not shine on?

After a moment's hesitation, probably realizing that he might be a little too suspicious, Martin finally reached for the piece of paper, which was still firmly in the air.

Maca naturally uses English, and he really doesn't know French, and a few basic words are probably his limit. Fortunately, as a steward of the Blois family, Martin often interacted with people from different backgrounds, and of course he was familiar with English.

He quickly glanced at the words on the piece of paper, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"What a chance!"

Steward Martin was now worried that he might be discovered by the Blois family, and now someone had come to him with an interesting offer of cooperation. To say that he came here on this trip, it was because he reached a consensus with a certain force that he secretly befriended on weekdays, but under the current situation, he obviously needs more forces to help him.

Martin has no doubts about "cooperation". Nominally, he was undoubtedly a member of the Blois family, even if he was only a steward with a foreign surname. There are so many forces that want to befriend him, how can he be suspicious of this?

Martin read the words on the piece of paper again, then stuffed it into his pocket in a small ball, and then hurried straight in the direction of the stele.