Chapter 554 Duel Lovers

Mr. McLean, do you need me to solve it for you?

Maca has a keen sense of sight, while Fanny always pays close attention to Maca's every word and deed. Therefore, when Maca just turned his head slightly, Fanny followed his gaze.

No, there's no need for that. Maca shook his head, and then smiled at the fat young master, Although my popularity has always been good, it is obvious that there are always a few people who don't like me.

Huh? Who? The fat young master poked his head and glanced behind Maca, Huh? Why do I feel like I've seen those two guys before? Is it an illusion?

I don't think that's an illusion, Maca shrugged. Don't you remember? They were sitting next to you just now.

yes?

The fat young master tilted his head to recall, but at that time his mind was filled with the word eat, how could he notice other things? At this moment, looking familiar is basically the limit.

At the moment when he couldn't remember it alive, Mr. Phantom, who was floating aside, spoke.

The younger one is the young master of the Tyfler family, said the ghost David. As for the wizard who was with him, I don't have much memory...but I think it must be something from the Tyfull family. people.

This gentleman is really well-informed, Maca said with a nod of his head. To be honest, although I had some conflicts with that young master Taifle, in the end I still don't know much about them. Mr. , I don’t know if you can tell me about their family’s situation?”

Mr. McLean, you're being polite, David said, shaking his head slightly. It's definitely not enough to be well-informed. It means that life has passed for a long time, and I just know a few more people.

This Mr. Phantom was modest for a while before he explained: In fact, there are not many famous big figures in the Taifler family. If you want to say that the person who knows the most should be the 'Pike' at the end of the 18th century. Duke'. I think Mr. McLean must remember the wizard duke who escaped beheading with a concealing spell during the Reign of Terror.

Oh! Now that you said that, I kind of remember it. Maca nodded suddenly, Well... the Duke of Pique's real name should be Vincent, right? He cast a hiding spell on his neck , the one who pretended that he had been beheaded?

That's right, it's him. David said with a smile, Mr. McLean really knows, yes, the Duke of Pique is quite well-known in the French magic world-of course, it doesn't matter if he has a good reputation. Definitely.

Maca also agreed with a smile. He could imagine that this kind of reputation might not be good or bad, because the story of the Duke of Pique was completely used as a joke by wizards.

Just as Maca was chatting and laughing with this Mr. Ghost, the fat young master standing opposite him suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Hey! That kid isn't just staring at you— The flesh on his face trembled, and he didn't know what expression he made. Look, he dared to stare at me, young master? How did I offend him? ? Watch me stare back at him!

As he said that, he really took a step to the side and stood beside Maca. Without the hindrance of Maca's head, he could finally look at each other with the young master of the Taylor family to his heart's content, so he immediately gouged out his eyes at him.

Maca looked at him, then turned to look at the guy outside the auditorium, and pursed his lips speechlessly. After hesitating for a while, he gave another questioning look to David, the ghost beside him.

It's useless, I can't persuade you. David shook his head immediately, and said with a wry smile, I said before, our young master has always been straightforward, and he has to finish what he decides. No. Speaking of which, the young master's temper is still very similar to his father's.

Then what should we do? Maca glanced at the fat young master at the side again, If this continues, I think he will soon no longer be satisfied with staring with his eyes—

As if to confirm his words,

The fat young master's expression suddenly changed again. The next moment, he really couldn't bear it anymore, and walked towards the entrance of the auditorium with big strides.

Oh! You don't want the kid's eyeballs?

Seeing this grumpy fat young man walking forward while muttering, Maca and the ghost David looked at each other, and then followed immediately. No way, they didn't come here to make trouble today. In Beauxbaton's current situation, the less trouble there is, the better.

On the other hand, Madam Maxim, who was standing not far away, didn't move. She thought for a while, then turned around and went deep into the auditorium.

It's not convenient for her to come forward in this situation. If she talks about it now, the nature of this matter will be different.

Although Mrs. Maxime is the principal of Beauxbatons, she is regarded as the master here, but her behavior is not without scruples. It's one thing to have a dispute between the guests, the worst thing is that she will mediate it afterwards, but if there is a possibility of partial gang due to a moment of inadvertence, people will not let it go if they don't keep it together.

On the other side, the fat man had already walked in front of Master Tefler, but he saw his mouth curled up, pointing straight at the other's nose with his thick arms full of fat.

...Do you still dare to stare? Why are you staring at me? Where did I recruit you?

To be honest, when a guy who is fat enough to be three or four years old strides forward, most people feel a little guilty.

Hmph, did I stare at you? Master Taifle took a step back, lest the fat man's finger really poked his nose, I can't just look around? Who made you stand there?

Hey! You said you stared at me and you still don't admit it? The fat young master raised his eyebrows again, poked his carrot-thick finger several times in a row, and reprimanded majesticly, You just look at me with that kind of eyes. Yes? Dare to do it but dare not admit it! Are you still a man?

The fat man spoke freely, and his actions were even more unscrupulous. Before Taylor could refute, the wizard who was with him couldn't help but spoke first.

Master Hohenheim, please pay attention to your words.

The wizard was wearing a set of gray-bottomed wizard robes, and his face was rather gloomy, but he spoke politely. It can be seen that he is the kind of guy who pays more attention to etiquette when interacting with people.

However, it was an indisputable fact that it was he who had stared at Maca coldly during lunch.

My young master likes to talk like that, what's the matter? Unexpectedly, the fat man didn't buy it at all, and was still extremely arrogant. I saw him wave his right hand, and the fat on his body shook, Are you his father? Take care of yourself Take care of your son! Otherwise, who knows if he will have his eyeballs picked out tomorrow?

Do you understand what you're talking about? Master Tyfuller finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, he said angrily, This is Beauxbatons, you know? You think this is your home?

It's not your house anyway! The fat man curled his lips and said nonchalantly, Boy, let me tell you! If you don't apologize to me today, master, I will never forgive you! Oh, yes! And my buddy McLean! You just glared at him too!

Maca smiled and said nothing.

The young master of the Taifler family had an old enmity with Maca, and now with the new enmity of the fat young master of the Hohenheim family, when these two met, his anger immediately exploded.

This guy has never been a tolerable thing. If his father hadn't told him this time, he would have wanted to go against Maca a long time ago. Although he also knew that it was obviously not his opponent to fight head-on, but there should still be a chance if he secretly thought of a trick or something.

But now, he was completely unable to suppress the fat man's anger.

Apologize? Do you want me to apologize? Master Teffler said angrily with blue veins on his forehead, Okay! The Hohenheim family, right? I want to fight you! If you can beat me, I will... ...

As he was speaking, he took his hand out of his pocket and pulled out a pair of white gloves. But just when he was about to throw the glove at the fat man's face, his arm stopped involuntarily.

No way, he saw Maca standing behind the fat man all at once.

...Hmph, Tyfuller opened his mouth, obviously hesitated for a moment, and then said with his eyes wide open, Fatty, it's just you and me - duel! Dare or not?

After all, he finally threw the glove out, but it landed directly at the fat man's feet.

If he threw it in the opponent's face, that side would gain the strongest momentum, but he was really afraid that his hand would shake and he would throw it on Maca behind the fat man. Just in case, he had no choice but to choose a relatively controllable plan, but the momentum of this duel was obviously much weaker.

Duel? The fat man chuckled, I haven't played a duel with wizards before! That's fine! Let me tell you first, if you get injured or something, don't blame me for being too vigorous!

As he spoke, he bent his waist, but where could he find his waist with his body? Maybe he couldn't bend down, or maybe he didn't want to lose his momentum, so he quickly took out his wand and raised it slightly.

Immediately, the white hand that fell on the ground suddenly jumped up, and he accurately grasped it in his hand.

Maca, who was watching behind him, nodded secretly when he saw this. It was a silent spell—the swing was expert, accurate and quick.

It can't be seen that this fat man who was born in a family of alchemy is not bad at all in the study of charms.

The fat young master obviously wanted to give Tyfler a bad blow. This kind of pre-match performance is usually to put some pressure on the opponent, but it also requires corresponding strength to make it happen.

Master Taylor? The sombre wizard slightly frowned.

Needless to say, I have a sense of propriety— Taifle waved his hand lightly, and then said to the fat man, Do you know the rules? After dinner today, you decide the place!