Chapter 554: Duel Lovers

"Mr. McLean, do I need to fix it for you?"
Maca was keen on the sight, but Fannie always paid close attention to her words and deeds. So, when Marka just turned her head slightly, Vanni already looked down at him.
"No, that's not necessary." Maca shook her head, and then smiled at the fat young master. "Although my popularity has always been good, it is clear that there are always a few people who look at me unpleasantly."
"Huh? Who?" Master Fat surveyed the probe and glanced behind Maca. "Well? How did those two guys feel like I saw them? 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."
"is it?"
Master Fat recalled his head with a crooked head, but at that time he had all the words "eat" in his head. Where else could he notice other things? At this moment, familiarity is basically the limit.
The moment he couldn't remember it, Mr. Ghost floating aside spoke.
"The younger is the young master of Taylor's family," said Ghost David. "As for the witch who was with him, I don't have much impression ... but it should be something from Taylor's family too. people."
"This gentleman really is very knowledgeable," Marka nodded. "To be honest, although I have had some friction with Master Tyfler, in the end I still don't know much about them. Sir I wonder if you can tell me something about their home? "
"Mr. McLean is polite," David shook his head slightly. "It is certainly impossible to talk about knowledge, that is, after a long time, just a few more people."
The Mr. Ghost was modest for a moment, and then he said: "The Taylor family did not actually have a few famous people. The most known person is the 'Pick' in the late 18th century. Duke '. I think Mr McLean must remember the Duke of the Wizard who escaped the beheading with a hidden curse during the reign of terror. "
"Oh! You said that, I remember it a bit." Maca nodded suddenly. "Well ... the Duke Pick's real name should be Vincent? He cast a hidden spell on his neck. , The one pretending to have been beheaded? "
"That's right, it's him." David smiled. "Mr. McLean really knew it, yes. The Duke of Pique is quite famous in the French magic world-of course, it doesn't matter if he has a good reputation. Certainly. "
Maca echoed with a smile. He could imagine that such a reputation was not good or bad, because the story of the Duke of Pique was completely told by the wizards as a joke.
While Maca was chatting and laughing with this ghost, the fat master standing opposite him suddenly raised an eyebrow.
"Hey! That kid isn't just staring at you—" The flesh on his face shuddered, and he didn't know what expression he made. "Look, he dare to stare at Master Me? Where did I mess with him? ? Look at me staring back! "
He said, really took a step aside and stood next to Maca. Without Maca's head in the way, he was finally able to stare at each other with the Master of the Taffler family, so he immediately glanced at each other.
Maca looked at him, then turned to look at the guy outside the auditorium, and suddenly pouted silently. After hesitating for a moment, he passed a questioning look to the ghost David beside him.
"It's useless, I can't advise it." David shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I said before that our young master's temper is always straight, and what he believes must be done. No. Speaking of which, Master still has a temper like his father. "
"What should we do?" Maca glanced at the fat young master aside again. "Going on like this, I think he'll soon be content with staring at his eyes--"
As if to confirm his words, the fat young master suddenly changed his face again. The next moment, he couldn't bear it anymore, and strode toward the entrance of the auditorium.
"Yo! That kid's eyes don't want it?"
Seeing the grumpy fat young man muttering in his mouth as he walked forward, Maca and Ghost David looked at each other, and immediately followed. No way, they didn't come here to make trouble today. In Booth Barton now, there must be less messy things, the better.
Instead, Mrs. Maxim, who had stood a short distance from the sidelines, did not move. She thought about it, and then turned and went deep into the auditorium.
It was not convenient for her to come forward, and if she said it now, the nature of the matter would be different.
Although Mrs. Maxim is the principal of Boothbatton, she is the master here, but her behavior is not without scruples. It is one thing to have a dispute between the guests. It ’s a big deal that she will mediate afterwards.
On the other side, the fat man had already walked in front of Master Taifall, but saw that he was holding his mouth and pointing his fat, thick arm straight to the other's nose.
"... dare to stare at him? What did Master Ben do? Where did Master Ben recruit you?"
To be honest, when a guy who is fat enough to match his size of three or four rushes all the way, most people will feel a little bit vacant.
"Well, have I glared at you?" Master Taifall stepped back a little, so that the fat man's fingers really poke his nose, "I just can't look at it anyway? Who made you just stand there?" "
"Hey! Say you glared at me, don't you admit it?" Master Fat again raised his eyebrows, and radished his thick fingers several times in a row, and scolded them with arrogance, "You just look at it with that look Ah? Do n’t you dare to recognize me! Are you still a man?

The fat man was so happy in his mouth that his actions were even more reckless. Tyler hadn't spoken yet, but the wizard with him couldn't help but speak first.
"Master Hohenheim, please also pay attention to your words."
The witch was wearing a gray-colored witch robe with a gloomy complexion, but he was kind enough to speak. It can be seen that he is the guy who pays more attention to etiquette when dealing with people.
However, it was him who stared at Maca with cold eyes during lunch.
"Master Ben loves to talk like this, what's the matter?" I didn't expect that the fat man didn't buy it at all, and was still arrogant. I saw his right hand waved, and the fat on his body was shaking. "Are you his son? Leave it to your son! Otherwise, who knows if he will let someone pull out his eyes tomorrow? "
"Do you understand what you're talking about?" Master Tyfeller finally couldn't hold back the fire in his heart, and he said angrily, "This is Booth Barton, you know? Do you think this is your home?"
"Anyway, it's not your home!" The fat man pouted his lips, caring innocently, "boy, let me tell you! If you don't apologize to me today, I can't spare you, sir! Oh, by the way! And my brother McLean! You just stared at him just now! "
Maca smiled and said nothing.
The master of Tyfler's family and Maca had old hatred, and now with the new hate of the fat young master of Hohenheim's family, the two got together, and his anger suddenly burst into anger.
This guy hasn't always been intolerable. If it hadn't been for his father's advice, he would have thought of going against Maca. Although he also knows that the frontal is obviously not an opponent, but there should be a chance to secretly think about a negative move.
But now, he was completely overwhelmed by the fat man.
"Apologize? Would you like me to apologize?" Master Ty Fowler said with bruises on his forehead, angrily. "Okay! Hohenheim's house, right? I will fight you! If you can win me, I will ... ... "
He was talking, and with his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a pair of white gloves. But when he wanted to throw his gloves to the fat man's face, he stopped his arm involuntarily ~ EbookFREE.me ~ No way, he immediately saw the maca standing behind the fat man .
"... Hmm," Tyfler opened his mouth, hesitated obviously, and then stared again. "Fat, just you and me-duel! Dare or dare?"
After all, he finally threw the gloves out, but directly at the fat man's feet.
If he threw the opponent's face over there, he could get the most powerful momentum, but he was afraid he would shake his hand and throw it on the maca behind the fat man. Just in case, he had to choose a relatively controllable plan, but the momentum of the duel was obviously much weaker.
"Duel?" The fat man grinned, "Master Ben hasn't played Wizard Duel yet! Okay! I can say first, if you are injured, don't blame Master Ben for making too much effort! "
He said, bending down, but where can he find his body? Maybe he couldn't bend, or maybe he didn't want to lose momentum, so he quickly pulled out his magic wand and picked it up gently.
Suddenly, the white hand that fell on the ground suddenly leaped and was accurately grasped in his hand.
Marka, who was looking behind him, nodded secretly. It's a silent spell--the swing is very skilled and accurate and fast.
Can't see, this fat man from the family of alchemy is not bad at magical science.
The fat master is obviously trying to give that Taylor a dismount. Pre-match performances like this are usually designed to put some pressure on the opponent, but this also requires corresponding strength to make the trip.
"Master Typhoon?" The gloomy witch frowned slightly.
"Needless to say, I have a sense of ---" Tyler waved his hand gently, then said to the fat man, "Do you know the rules? After dinner today, you decide where you are!"