Chapter 567: Explosive Letter

In the auditorium of Boothparton Castle, Maca is enjoying a fine and delicious French breakfast with Fannie. Right now, the most distinctive feature on the long table is naturally the classic French baguette.
The freshly baked French baguette has a crispy outer skin and a soft inner skin. It tastes good with cereal and milk. Of course, if it is left for a long time, these thick and long sticks can really be used to hit people ...
But to be honest, Maca's impression of the French breakfast is not very good. The food on this table is all sweet, and it is really easy to taste. After a few bites, he began to miss Hogwarts' bacon and grilled sausages.
As he filled his belly with a bite, a shadow passed by his table, and then he found that the seat beside him had been occupied by a large mass of fat.
"Master Hohenheim?" Marka moved his chair and made room for the other.
"Well ... good morning ..."
The fat young master of Hohenheim's was obviously not awake, and he glanced at Maca stupidly, and then greeted him with his head shaking. Fortunately, at least people can recognize who he is.
"Well, good morning."
Maca shrugged, then nodded to Mr. Ghost next to the fat man. The ghost David's expression was helpless at this moment. Even though his face was translucent, he still perfectly expressed what he thought.
"Sorry, Master. He likes to sleep late. It's not easy to get up so early today." David grinned, "Mr. McLean, good morning."
"Don't be so polite." Maca didn't care, just smiled.
For a moment, when the two of them were chilling, the big fat master had already started eating. When others eat French baguettes, they are cut into pieces, but he grabs a whole root and slaps it directly. Looking at his mouthful of milk and bread, Kaka Kaka has solved most of the roots.
You know, a stick of bread is as long as a human arm!
Adding enough sugar in the morning you just woke up will help wake up your body. You can see that the fat young man who was still asleep just now became more energetic.
"... Actually, I don't want to get up early in the morning," he mumbled, and he spoke to Maca vaguely. "If it wasn't for David telling me that someone was dead, I wouldn't have been so soon. Get up! It's a pity that the French Ministry of Magic is moving too fast. When I used to have nothing ... "
"There's nothing to look at," Maca said casually. "It's just sitting in the corner by yourself, and you know what it looks like?"
"Hey ... what's important isn't what! Uh ... this jam is good ... I want to see an atmosphere, do you understand the atmosphere? It just feels like ..." The fat man said idly, "I can live in my life Haven't seen the dead yet! Just think about it! "
Ghost David felt deeply powerless about Master Fat's attitude that he was afraid of the world. Although he wanted to tell more about the dangers involved in his young master, but he also knew, where would the young master care?
It ’s clear to Maca that this fat man is actually the second-generation ancestor who never goes out on weekdays. It's not that others are bad, mainly because he is not yet well versed in the world, and his hobbies in life are eating and sleeping, which is really not suitable for contacting the chaos of Booth Barton.
If this continues, this fat man will lose out sooner or later.
"... Oh? McLean, why don't you talk?" It was probably said that it was not very enjoyable. The fat man only smiled when he saw Maca, and suddenly felt a bit boring. "What do you want?"
Maca shook her head, thinking about a few perfunctory words, but before turning her head, he saw a small owl flying straight up this way.
With flapping wings flapping, an envelope happened to land on the table in front of the fat man.
"what?"
Maca found that the fat man was shocked when he saw the owl, and when the envelope was settled accurately, he didn't touch it.
"What's wrong? Don't you watch?"
Maca asked a question, but got a series of shaking hands from the other side, shaking the flesh together.
"This is the owl that the lady keeps," Ghost David explained on behalf of him, "want to come, there is something in the family to tell the master."
Maca looked at the envelope, and looked at the advice of the fat man, probably in her mind. But of course this has nothing to do with him, so he just smiled casually and turned his head to continue to eat breakfast on his own.
After that, Master Fatty hesitated for a while, he said that he had to look at both sides, so he took the envelope as if fatefully. I don't know how his sister treats him normally, so much so that he didn't even want to read the letter.

Dear Brother Noah:
I believe you've spent the whole night in Boothbatten. I wonder if it's as beautiful as Dad said? Dear brother, take a good look at Sarah first, and then write down everything you see. But when Sarah comes back, does she want to see it?
Of course, this is not the most important.
Sarah wrote this letter to you mainly because Dad wanted to tell him what to do again. Remember to make a good deal with Mrs. Maxim, and to say hello every day on time, so that everyone in Hohenheim's family is a wizard of good manners.
Then, this time you went to Boothbatton on behalf of your dad to participate in the negotiation of the inheritance of the Nicole LeMay Alchemist. Remember to listen to David's advice and stay away Hang out by yourself.
Oh, and there's still-Sarah's business, don't forget to find something to take home before returning. do you remember? Sarah's birthday is coming soon! In the second half of the year, Sarah should go to Booth Barton to enter school. This is what my father promised! Dear brother, please be sure to take a good look at Sarah's bathroom and toilet for Sarah!
Finally, I hope my dear brother has a good time these days! As Sarah ’s blessing to her brother, please remember these wonderful moments of living in Booth Barton!
Well, I count the time ... When this letter was delivered to you, shouldn't you get up yet? Really, without a lovely Sarah, my brother would definitely lie in bed! In that case ...
...

Before the fat man had finished reading the letter, he threw the letter paper and the envelope together to the side, but just tossed it into Maca's plate. The next moment, I heard only a loud bang, and countless eyes in this hall suddenly looked over here.
It was a sudden explosion, and in terms of power, it was like a smashing spell of an adult wizard. The long table in front of Maca already lacked a table top, and various tableware were blown up into a "hidden weapon", which scattered in a flash and splashed out.
Maca held one hand in front of him, and a blue magical barrier steadily blocked the explosive power radiating to him, not even half of his hair hurt him. Unfortunately, the guys sitting opposite him were a bit miserable. Most of them were gray-faced, and one of their faces was cut in several places by the shards.
"Does your lady like to play such powerful pranks?" Marka maintained his movements, and he turned his head to the side, and asked Mr. Ghost with an expression of inexplicable expression.
"Uh ..." David looked rather awkward, and he apologized quickly. "Really ... really sorry ... Mr. McLean, and everyone ... really ..."
"Hey, McLean, you are really pretty!" The fat man didn't care about the misery of those people at all, instead he became very curious about the magic of Maca. "Can you teach me?"
"Hey! What are you doing!"
"That's it! What the happened here? Someone cast a poison spell on the stationery?"
"Oh ... my handsome face ..."
The wizards across the street were naturally unwilling, and each of them was crying out, seemingly to ask the fat man to understand. Perhaps this fat young man is enough to attract attention. UU reading a book www.uukanshu.com just now he read the letter and throw the letter in the eyes of the other person, at this time they all wanted to find a statement for themselves.
Maca didn't care what they said, he didn't even care about the fat man's problem, but after removing the magic barrier, he looked slightly surprised at the ground under the hole in the table.
There, the original stationery fell to the ground, but it was intact in the explosion just now!
"It's not the power of a curse." He thought to himself, bending down to pick up the stationery, tossing it over and over again.
Just now, if he hadn't responded very fast, I'm afraid he might have done the same. The explosion attached to this stationery is not only powerful, but also has a brief transient magic wave that elapses in advance, I am afraid it is a masterpiece of some alchemy.
Was it David's "Miss" from Hohenheim?
"Can I see what's in the letter?" Maka asked Master Fat.
"Look, see ... just look at it," the fat man waved again and again, "don't say it, you can send it-but don't give it back to me, God knows it will explode again?"
Maca nodded her head, and then she looked at the words on the stationery.
But after just a few seconds, he immediately pursed his lips, and then decisively handed the letter to Fanny.
"Please help me translate." He said helplessly.
Don't you have to find a translator? Although this meeting was to take care of everyone, it was mainly in English, but the letter was in French.
Soon after Fanny had whispered the content to him, he raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"Enrolled in Booth Barton in the second half of the year?"