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After all, every wizard has his own direction of study.

She had no intention of pointing fingers.

"Grandmother, how long are you going to stay at home this time?"

Eating breakfast, Braun couldn't help but ask.

"I can't stay for a few days, or in other words, the reason why I came back this time is to take you far away."

Putting down the teacup, Augustus said lightly.

"Take me far away?"

Braun didn't quite understand.

To be honest, he didn't want to go far away when he stayed at home.

Isn't it fragrant to do experiments at home?

"Some time ago, Benny Gida Doradou, the headmaster of Castrobusher in Samba Country, invited me to attend the Quetzalcoatl Festival held once every ten years in the magical world of Samba Country.

Just take you to see it. "

Seeing that Braun was a little dazed, Augustus explained:

"Feathered Serpent is revered in the magical world of Samba like Merlin in our England.

They are all representatives of magic. "

Braun nodded understandingly.

However, I became a little interested in that Quetzalcoatl festival.

"That, grandmother.

When are we going? "

"Leave tomorrow, and remember to take Nagini with you."

This time it had something to do with the snake. "

Augustus reminded again.

Braun naturally did not refute, so he nodded in agreement.

Early the next morning.

Braun packed up and waited in the living room.

The great snake Nagini has been put into a box by Braun.

He was also followed by the alchemy puppet blade.

It's just that the other party is not wearing a wizard's robe, but a suit like Braun.

Paired with sunglasses, it really smells like a blade warrior.

"All packed?"

Augustus asked aloud.

She also wore a Muggle outfit today.

"Yes, grandmother, I should bring everything with me."

Augustus nodded.

And didn't say anything more.

This time they had no intention of riding in a carriage.

One is because the distance is so far.

The distance from continental Europe to the Americas is not short.

Another reason is because of reporting problems.

If wizards want to go to the Americas, they must first report to the Ministry of Magic in their home country.

After that, when you get to the place, you have to report to the local Ministry of Magic.

Always under the watchful eye of the other party.

It's just too much trouble.

It's not as easy as using Muggle tools directly.

At least it's not that much trouble, and it's more comfortable than that.

With a soft sound.

Braun opened his eyes again and appeared outside Dunlun Airport.

"Let's go~." Augustus spoke up.

Braun and Augustus were in front.

And Blade followed behind with his luggage.

The dress of the ancestors and grandchildren and the tall attendants behind them are particularly eye-catching.

Let many passengers waiting for the plane look at it curiously.

But maybe the appearance of the blade is really too scary.

The men withdrew their gaze without a few glances.

"Lady Augustus over here."

A brightly dressed airport officer walked over with a smile on his face and led Augustus and Braun toward a smaller passage.

This behavior made many passengers seem a little dissatisfied.

"Why can they avoid standing in line?"

A third brother shook his head and asked.

There was dissatisfaction in his expression.

However, his behavior did not make the people around him agree, but provoked a burst of contempt from the people around him.

Don't look at the glory of England now, but for these former colonies, there is still a lot of superiority in their hearts.

The person in charge of the airport was also proud in his heart, but he saw that there were other passengers who looked over and explained.

"This lady has chartered the first class cabin for this trip to Samba Country."

The explanation of the person in charge was naturally understood by everyone.

After all, there are rich people. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Some privileges are normal.

Moreover, people who can charter the first class and carry servants are certainly not something they can afford to mess with.

And the third brother, who originally wanted to say something, was also very sensible and stood in place and did not dare to say anything.

Although he has some small money, it is only for ordinary Englishmen.

The reason why I made a noise just now was just a little carried away.

At this moment, when facing a real rich person, he naturally did not dare to say anything.

Follow behind the person in charge.

The three got on the plane.

At this time, the plane did not have the luxury of later generations.

What's more, Braun was still on an ordinary passenger plane.

Although it is a first-class cabin, it is just a little more spacious and the flight attendants are a little more beautiful.

"That big Zulu is so scary! Did you see that? He's covered in tattoos! "

"Who are you talking about these two?" It feels like it's rich. Wouldn't it be an aristocrat? "

"Who knows that, but the one who can charter the first class must be a rich person."

Several flight attendants whispered.

Their conversation was all overheard by Braun.

But in my heart, I didn't care at all.

Instead, he greeted a flight attendant for a Coke.

"'Hah... Delicious! "

Braun burped in satisfaction.

It feels very comfortable.

Although the cola of this period still has a medicinal smell.

But overall it's pretty good.

At least it gave Braun, who drinks pumpkin juice all day, a special experience.

The plane slowly lifted.

The push back made Braun's body lean back slightly.

Through the hanging window, you can see the blue sky outside.

This isn't Braun's first time flying.

The last time I went to France, I also went by plane.

It's just that compared to the last time, this time is obviously much more comfortable.

At noon, I ate some free food on the plane.

Braun flipped through the book boredly.

During the period, there was also no shortage of curious flight attendants who came to peek.

However, after glancing at it a few times and finding that I couldn't understand it, I didn't care anymore.

"Sir, what kind of text is this?"

A somewhat bold flight attendant then poured water on Braun and asked curiously.

"Latin. I love Greek philosophy. "

Braun said casually. Braun did not lie, the contents of these books were indeed in Latin.

It's just not about philosophy, it's about alchemy.

These are all notes that Nicole gave himself.

There are not only Latin, but also several languages such as Rhine, Aztec and so on.

According to Nico, while learning alchemy, you also learn language.

The bold flight attendant looked a little surprised.

But I don't say anything more.

You know, Latin is already a dead language.

Except for the pastors of those churches and some scholars, few people understand.

And philosophy is even more so.

In the eyes of the flight attendant, Braun was already considered a descendant of an aristocratic family.

Over time.

The scenery outside the window also changed from clear blue sky to black.

Shining stars and a clear moon loom in mid-sky.

Just when Braun thought that the rest of the journey would end smoothly like this.