Chapter 365

"Sorry, guest. The restaurant is closed. If you want to eat grilled fish, please come early at noon tomorrow." McGonagall flipped the sign on the door and replied without looking up. He had to reply to many requests every day when he went out of business.

"I'm Michael." Said the man, as if he wanted to hold on.

McGonagall was stunned for a moment. He also looked up at the man. Almost without thinking, he replied, "I'm McGonagall."

This man looks very tall. He is wearing a black and dark gold shirt, and a black sword is hanging around his waist. He looks about 40 years old and well maintained. His black eyes are firm and wise, like a brave knight and a wise counselor. It makes people feel a little unfathomable.

Michael was also stunned when he heard McGonagall's reply. It was the first time that he got such a reply after giving out his name. It seemed that the young man didn't know himself, or even his name. There was a smile on his face and he looked at McGonagall seriously.

Looking at McGonagall in a black and white cook's suit, tall and straight, like a long sword, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. This temperament is not like an ordinary cook, but more like a swordsman with hidden edge, which reminds him of the young man of that year.

The young man who stood like a sword, but the sword was so sharp and rigid that it just became the sharpest sword in the world, and then it was broken by force.

"To introduce myself, I am the Lord of this chaotic city." Michael looked at McGonagall and said with a smile in a clear voice.

"It's the Lord of the city. Sorry, I didn't recognize it just now." McGonagall's face was surprised and a little apologetic.

Naturally, he knew the name of the leader of the chaotic city. He just asked for a spicy roast fish when the restaurant was closed, which made MEG think that he was just an ordinary guest. Unexpectedly, it was the Lord who came to the door alone.

Looking at the distance, a black carriage stopped at the door of the magic potion shop. A young man in a black tights looked around with vigilance. It seemed that he was indeed the Lord of the city.

"Well, I'm just a guest now." Michael smiles and shakes his head. He doesn't care about it. Instead, he looks at the restaurant with the light on. He looks into McGonagall's eyes and says, "I should have come here during business hours, but I may not be able to spare time tomorrow, so I chose this time to come here. I didn't expect that the restaurant is closed. Could the boss make a roast fish for me?"

"The Lord of the city wants to eat grilled fish. He shouldn't have refused. It's just that the restaurant only receives guests during business hours. It's a rule. It's time for the waiters to get off work. And my daughter has to go to class early tomorrow morning to coax her to go to bed early, so if the city master doesn't mind, maybe she can come back later to eat grilled fish. " McGonagall looks at Michael, but he shakes his head and looks back at Amy, who is sleepy on the counter. He's a little sorry.

"You have a daughter, so you are a good father." Michael also saw Amy lying behind the counter. His frown was suddenly released. He looked at MEG with admiration. A good father is more difficult than a good cook.

In the city of chaos, he was rarely rejected. Unexpectedly, he was rejected by the same person twice in a row today. Even if he moved out of the city, he still had no effect.

"It's not a good father. I just want to be more by her side and give her all the things she can do." Meg's eyes were soft as they looked at Amy.

"In fact, I came to eat grilled fish as a father today. I also have a lovely daughter. When she was young, I was very busy and hardly had time to accompany him. I owe her too much. And because of me, her body has suffered from the cold that is hard to get rid of. She has been living in pain all these years, but I can't do anything when I look at it. Maybe you can understand this kind of torture. " Michael looked at McGonagall in a low voice. After a pause, he shook his head slightly and said, "I've never said these words to anyone. Maybe it's because we're all one father."

McGonagall looked at the city Lord, who was famous for his tough man and iron blood. He didn't expect that under the hard armor, there was such tenderness. After a moment's silence, he opened the door and said with a smile, "that's just right. The roast fish in my house is not only delicious, but also can drive away the cold. Today, I'll treat you and invite a father."

"Then I'm welcome." Michael also had a smile on his face and strode towards the restaurant.

"Boss, who is this?" As she prepares to leave the restaurant, abemia looks at Michael coming in with MEG and asks in doubt. MEG is the one who abides by the rules the most.

"Lord of chaos!" Sally, who is two steps behind, drops her eyes slightly. When she was in the family, she once saw the image of Michael. In order to prevent the younger generation of the family from going out and provoking their opponents to attract people who are not easy to provoke, the family will ask them to write down the portraits of some powerful and high-ranking people in Nolan.

"You go back first. This is a friend of mine. I'll treat him." Meg said with a smile.

"OK, see you tomorrow." Abemia smiles at Michael and goes out with Sally.

Michael also nodded to them with a smile. His eyes stayed on Sally for a while, showing a trace of doubt, but he didn't say much.

"Please take a seat, Lord. You can choose the taste of spicy grilled fish. It's slightly spicy, medium spicy, super spicy and abnormal spicy. If you want to have a good sleep at night, it's not recommended to choose abnormal spicy." McGonagall put down the blinds. Today, it's an exception for Michael. It's not because of his identity as the Lord of the city, but his words as a father.

As a father, he can understand the despair of Amy when he has suffered some painful injury, but he can't help it.

Of course, McGonagall also thought of the food list. Originally, he wanted to go to the city Lord's mansion tomorrow. Now the city Lord is sitting in the restaurant. If you have any words, it seems to be better to tell him face to face?

"I'll have a medium order of super spicy grilled fish." Michael opened the menu for a moment, closed it and looked at MEG.

"OK, just a moment, please. I'll take the baby to bed first." MEG nodded, turned to the counter, picked up Amy who had fallen asleep on the counter and the fragrant duckling who was sleeping in her arms, and walked slowly upstairs.

"It's the first time that we've been hanging out. It's really an interesting person." Michael smiles and shakes his head. His eyes slowly scan the dining room. Finally, they are fixed on the crystal lamp above his head. He makes a light noise and narrows his eyes slightly.