"Xiaomi, if you eat well, take the ugly duckling upstairs to play for a while. Today's dinner takes him upstairs to eat. The food on the small plate on the ground outside is his food for tonight." McGonagall put down his just finished rice bowl, looked at Amy and said with a smile.
"Was it specially prepared by my father?" Amy's eyes lit up.
"Yes." MEG nodded.
"Good!" Amy nodded happily, picked up the stewed chicken casserole bowl and licked it. She slipped down the chair and picked up the ugly duckling on the counter. She went upstairs and said, "ugly duckling, it seems that you can't eat the delicious stewed chicken at noon today. Let's see what your father has prepared for you."
MEG followed Amy all the way to the corner of the counter. Then he looked up at Basil who came into the door, got up and nodded, "here we are."
"You should know why we're here." Basil's sharp eyes were fixed on Meg's, like the eyes of an eagle.
There is only one possibility that a person can eat so peacefully after killing people, without showing any fear and fear. He has killed a lot of people.
Bazer has been in the grey temple for 20 years, and he has caught many murderers by himself. But none of them is as calm as McGonagall. He is not afraid, nor is he so excited. He is so calm that he seems to have just done something unimportant.
McGonagall glanced at the silver and gold embroidery of the word "patrol" on Basil's chest. The first time he arrived was the patrol team that patrolled Aden square. He looked up at Basil's eyes without any intention of dodging. He nodded slightly and said, "it happened in my restaurant. I will cooperate with the investigation of the grey temple."
As the management organization of the chaotic city, the grey Temple consists of inspection department, defense department and ducha department, which are respectively responsible for daily public security, food and urban defense, and penalty supervision.
The uniform is similar to that of the royal guards. There are grey robes, black trousers, no fancy flying fish, only four comet like magic balls with tails on the back, forming a ring end to end. This is the symbol of the grey temple.
Embroidered words on the chest indicate the Department to which he belongs. At his feet are pure black cattle leather boots, and the knight's waist is equipped with a standard sword. Magicians are gray magician robes, magic wands do not require.
"The dead man is a knight, so the event level has been adjusted to level 3. I hope you can tell what happened before. Every word you say will be recorded as a confession." Basil nodded, looked at McGonagall and said seriously.
"As you can see, the restaurant closed today. My employees and my daughter were eating in the restaurant with locked door. During the meal, someone broke the door of the restaurant with sword and magic. A gangster with sword and a magician rushed into the restaurant. While smashing the restaurant, they threatened my father and daughter's personality and life safety.
In the case of the two first shots, my daughter Amy, out of self-defense, cast two not yet skilled magic fireballs and beat them out of the restaurant. Then she found that the two gangster leaders next to the carriage also tried to use the carriage to impact the restaurant. In a moment of fear, she also lost a fireball to them. " McGonagall pointed solemnly to the door and nodded, "that's what it's all about."
"It's no small matter to kill people in the city of chaos." Basil's eyes narrowed slightly, Meg's description was very simple, but the cause and process of the whole incident were very clear and organized. In a few words, everything was taken away from him and fell on the little girl.
He didn't evaluate the power of the fireball, but the guy who died at the door was not caused by the fireball. McGonagall didn't mention the chopsticks. This kind of saying can't get through.
"It's no use killing people." A husky voice came from outside the door.
"What a fart! What a fart A cheap voice followed by some thumping cry.
"Presumptuous! Who... "A patrolman drank with a straight face. He turned around to see Julian, who was standing at the door with a birdcage. His face changed, and he swallowed his words. These days Basil repeatedly told him that he must not provoke the hunchback.
"Who is presumptuous?" Black charcoal head out of the cage, staring at a pair of small eyes at the player asked, provocative.
"I... I..." the team member looked at the hairless black crow and was so angry that he held the long sword around his waist. But he remembered the ice dragon flying in the sky and didn't dare to pull it out after all.
"You're right to know it's you." Black charcoal took back her head with satisfaction.
"Murder, in the city of chaos, is a major event. This is the rule of the grey temple." Bazer looked back at Julian and said seriously that although he was only a level five knight, he didn't mean to shrink back. The rules of the grey temple are beyond doubt in the city of chaos.
"In this case, you can ask Roland to tell me that I, an old man, don't like rules in my life. If you want to restrain me with rules, I will be interested in destroying them." Julian's smile gradually cruel, the air seems to suddenly become a lot of cold.
Bazer's face changed slightly, but he was holding the sword at his waist and guarding the glory of the gray temple and knights. He was not afraid of sacrifice and death.
"The temple master asked me to say hello to Lord Julian. He said that I will have a cup of tea with you after the work of the grey temple is finished." At this moment, brandley, with a gasping voice, came quickly into the door and stood between basil and Julian. He looked at Julian with a smile and waved his hand behind him, indicating basil to step back.
"I'm afraid I can't finish this year?" Julian's smile was somewhat ironic.
"There are a lot of things going on in the grey Temple recently, but no matter how busy you are, there will be times when you are finished. What are you doing here?" A drop of sweat slipped from brandley's cheek, and his smile was a little reluctant. What's the matter! He's a man of his age. He suffered this crime every day. He thought nothing would happen today. He came to Aden square with Julian to have a meal, so as to avoid the ice and fire. Unexpectedly, there was an accident in the Maimi restaurant.
Fortunately, he arrived in time, but Julian's temper is notoriously unpredictable, if suddenly angry, a magic is enough to bury all the people here.
"Well, it's OK. I just heard that someone is going to kill my good apprentice. Come and see who is so good at it. If he doesn't die, come and mend him." Julian shook his head with a smile. His smile was a little chilly, and his voice was even colder. It seemed that he could freeze human bone marrow.
Bazer and others subconsciously stepped back and their faces changed slightly. They suddenly felt that if it was Julian, the four people outside would be very cold.
"A genius like little Amy, if anyone has such an intention, it should be." Brandley suddenly understood why Julian was so angry. Monkey just told him that the restaurant was dead. It turned out that it had something to do with the boss's daughter.
"I heard that someone is going to kill my apprentice?" Just then, another voice came out of the door.