i'm a witch in london

Or does Macbeth really like to eat?

While she was guessing, Asha found Macbeth walking towards her.

In fact, Macbeth has been in a state of confusion since entering the cake shop.

According to what Li Yu said, the guest sitting on the second single table by the window is a plainclothes guest from Scotland Yard, but this plainclothes is an elderly lady, are you sure there is nothing wrong with it?

You must know that he is already an official wizard, and he can't see any signs of camouflage on the other side.

However, what has been promised, just continue to do it.

What's more, it's just a cake.

There may be some faux pas in what to say next, I hope the old lady's ears are not too good.

Macbeth came to the table disguised as an old woman and put the tulip honey cheesecake packed by the waiter on the table:

"Hello ma'am! Someone asked me to buy you this tulip honey cheesecake and she told you that it's not wise to diet to lose weight and stay in shape."

"Her weight has increased, but it has only grown in the position where it should increase, and it will not affect her figure."

"..."

Asha Robin's expression was a little tense.

For other things, she can perfectly control her emotions, but when it comes to her weight, and her (●￣(エ)￣●), she broke her defense...

"excuse me……"

Macbeth bowed to Asha and quickly left the cake shop.

Because just now, he clearly noticed that Asha Robin's expression froze for a moment.

There are flaws!

At this moment, Macbeth no longer has any doubts about what Li Yu said, and is even more ashamed of his previous doubts.

There is no doubt that the old woman in front of her is not a real old woman, but a mysterious person with a special profession, and also the plainclothes eyeliner of Scotland Yard.

What is ashamed is that he, as a high-achieving student at Elizabeth University and the captain of the Disciplinary Team of the Disciplinary Department, was unable to detect the abnormality of the other party.

If it wasn't for the other party breaking the defense because of these words, he wouldn't even be able to detect the other party's abnormality.

Just imagine, if this person wasn't from Scotland Yard's plainclothes, but from the Blood Parliament, he might already be dead.

In addition, Macbeth knows very well the consequences of offending a mysterious person who even he cannot see the details clearly.

Therefore, he finished his conversation and ran away immediately.

Walking to the street, Macbeth noticed that the other party was still staring at the tulip honey cheesecake in front of him in a daze, beckoned to stop a hover taxi, and slipped away.

In case this one reacts, it would be terrible to beat him severely.

……

"I……"

Yasha Robin looked at the tulip honey cheesecake in front of her, and felt as if she could hold back countless words in her heart, but there was no one in front of her to talk to.

The one who spoke to him was Macbeth who needed her to follow, but Macbeth ran away after speaking.

As for the person who arranged to bring her a message, it should be Li Yu, the owner of No. 36 James Street.

[How on earth did she know that I like tulip honey cheesecake? Apart from my mother, not even my good friends know about it. 】

[And how would she know that I have recently gained weight and started a diet? 】

【Growing weight, just grow in the part that should grow? 】

Asha Robin thought of the ブラ ribbon that broke in the morning, and instantly understood where her weight had increased.

"It turned out to be like this, which made me worry for a long time."

After trying to understand the reason for her weight gain, Yasha Robin burst into tears. Fortunately, she had been worrying for so many days, and she even had a little errand with work.

That way, she can happily enjoy tulip honey cheesecake again.

Just after eating a piece of cake, Yasha became alert instantly.

Wait, what is her job?

Follow Macbeth, observe Macbeth, but now where is Macbeth?

In addition, Yasha looked at the tulip honey cheesecake in her hand, and inexplicably feared in her heart, and this fear was like a scourge, out of control, almost breaking her heart completely.

How could a stranger who knew everything about her not be frightening?

Must get out of here as soon as possible.

In the next second, the waiter was dumbfounded, and disguised as a 80-[-]-year-old woman, Yasha, walked away from the cake shop briskly.

This kind of feeling is very similar to seeing an old woman running with a refrigerator in her left hand and a large washing machine in her right hand.

You know, when the old lady entered the store, the waiter was worried that she would fall in the store.

"Director, I have an important intelligence report..."

Yasha Robin sent a message while walking, but when she quickly entered information about Li Yu, her movements stopped and changed to: "Director, can you arrange someone to escort me back to the headquarters first?"

Nanwark Conan Doyle was taken aback when he saw the communication, what happened?

……

"Miss, she's gone."

Miss Safi stood at the window, watched Yasha leave in the cake shop across the street, turned her head 180 degrees accidentally, and said to Li Yu, "How can she act so realistically?"

"It's not what the eldest lady said, probably no one would be able to tell that such an old lady is only 21 years old."

"I can't even see a ghost..."

Li Yu tried hard not to take out his wand, and said, "Miss Safi, can you straighten your head first?"

She really didn't want to see this scene of turning her head around suddenly!

"Sorry, miss, I forgot just now."

Miss Saffy straightened her head at once.

Li Yu glanced at the black tea in the cup, luckily he didn't drink tea just now, otherwise he would definitely choke.

As for the Miss Asha Robin from Scotland Yard, she didn't care about the other party's purpose at all, but the other party appeared. It might as well let Scotland Yard know of her existence through her, and it would also facilitate future detective work.

If she knows something through astrology in the future, she can definitely say that the above content can be known through reasoning.

ヽ(￣▽￣)ノ

The black tea in the cup is already a little cold, so let's have a live broadcast today.

If possible, I hope that someone related to Scotland Yard will appear in the live broadcast room and let them arrest or kill Sir Lemon.

In this way, she doesn't have to worry about being frightened by Miss Safi's outrageous behavior every day.

Besides, who in normal life would want to live with a ghost?

If Miss Safi can maintain the same appearance as before, Li Yu will have no objection, but how many times does Miss Safi turn around every day?

Not to mention the 180-degree head turn that suddenly appeared today...

Ghosts are scary, really scary!

The first volume is too cute! : Chapter 33Chapter 33 Who will be the lucky audience today?

In the live broadcast room, the white-haired and purple-eyed loli astrologist Ke Ke pointed to the audience watching the live broadcast, and said happily, "Who will be the lucky audience today?"

"It's you?"

"It's you?"

"still you?"

"Because there are few people now, if you want to become today's lucky audience, hurry up."

Li Yu looked at the live broadcast room and waited for a long time, but didn't see a lucky viewer standing up, so he simply said in a very cute business voice: "Hey, where is today's lucky viewer?"

……

The barrage exploded instantly.

"so cute!"

"Tearful Eyes, Cocoa Sauce is on the air."

"Hurry up, today's first victim, hurry up and get on the mic!"

"Don't spread rumors in front, Coco Sauce's live broadcast room, not every lucky viewer is a victim."

"Upstairs, when you say this, first check if you have any heart."

"Don't talk nonsense, tell the truth, don't you have fun watching you?"

"First meeting, cute, single push, get married!"

"Open the door upstairs, I am the community sending warmth."

"..."

At the same time, the Blood Parliament and the Scotland Yard duty personnel who were in charge of watching the live broadcast room quickly reported to the above.

Celtic, the secretary of the Bloody Parliament, ordered: "Send money, ask where she is? I want to know her exact location in London, kill her!"

……

Here, Scotland Yard Superintendent Nanwark Conan Doyle also ordered immediately: "Pay her money and ask where Sir Lemon is?"

The detective on duty said: "Your Excellency, the financial department has not yet approved the funds..."

Nanwark's expression darkened. The group of grandsons in the financial department must have thought that he, the police superintendent, was suspected of rewarding the virtual anchor with public funds for private use, and had been stuck there in the funding review.

It is said that not long ago, someone sued him in the House of Commons for this matter, what the hell!

What time is this?

These damned grandchildren!

Southwark looked at the detective and said, "I'll pay the money!"