Chapter 511

"The above order has not come down yet, but the news from Alcatraz is urgent. If it's really Alex, once he realizes that we are looking for him, it may disappear again." Hughes' voice was a little low, with a feeling of depression.

"But my Lord, it says that Alex may be in the city of chaos. Shall we just give up the city of chaos?" The man in black hesitated and asked.

"We Black Hawks have been searching for more than ten days in this troubled city, and have searched all over the slums and everywhere, and have never found a handicap with a half elf girl. It is not easy to hide a waster. We have not found any clue in so many eyeliners in the chaotic city that it is highly possible that he is not here." Hughes shook his head slightly. The light gray dead fish looked at the man in black and said coldly, "I have dealt with him. I know what kind of man he is. Even if he becomes a useless man, he will never give up the dignity of a knight, so there is no need to waste time on some strange people and directions, just as he can never become a cook, What we need to do is to find him in the shortest time. Even the level 10 magician can't recover his useless hands and feet. "

"Yes." The man in black's face changed and he didn't dare to talk.

"You take a team to continue to stay in the city of chaos to find, the rest of the people follow me to Alcatraz." Xiusi's eyes swept all the people present, and the scar of eyebrow corner was particularly ferocious on the pale face.

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"Good morning." The next morning, when the genius outside was just dawning, McGonagall woke up from the bed, walked to the bed and looked at Amy, who was still sleeping. With a smile on his face, McGonagall changed his clothes and went upstairs.

After this systematic strengthening, McGonagall's physical quality has reached the first-class Knight standard. Although the level is not high, his physical quality has far exceeded that of ordinary people, almost comparable with previous boxers, and full of strength.

"The system is really reliable when it comes back to this state from a useless person." McGonagall moved his hands and feet and was very satisfied with the sense of strength from his body. At the beginning, what he worried about most was to live with a disabled body. Now this kind of worry has been completely eliminated.

"System, can you give me a recipe for moon cake?" McGonagall asked, pushing aside the small room on the third floor. There was already a beer brewing machine in it, and the brewing materials and barrels in it were placed in the same position as last night.

"No The system responded decisively.

"I'll give you the money." MEG tried again.

"Still can't, this is the bottom line of this system, please don't insult this system with money, this system also has bottom line!" The system is strict.

McGonagall is picky. The system of recipe has never given in. It should be related to its so-called three laws of system.

"System, why don't you release tasks recently? Release a mission to me! I don't have to do a task for a day, and I feel bad all over. Besides, the reward for this task should not be too advanced, as long as the method of making moon cakes is OK. " McGonagall thought for a moment, straight.

"There is no task release in this system." The system refused.

"Think about it now. Don't you have any conditions to trigger it? Tell me about it. I'll give it to you McGonagall continued.

"Host, please don't force the system to release tasks. This is a serious violation. You will make the system very passive." The system protested solemnly.

"How much is it for you to post a mission? 100 gold coins? 1000 gold coins? 10000 gold coins? " Asked MEG, picking his eyebrows.

"That... 10000 gold coins, the system..." the system hesitated.

"This host refused, 10000 gold coins? Where's my father? " MEG rolled his eyes and resolutely refused.

The "..." system floats over a line of ellipsis.

"It seems that the issue of moon cakes still needs to be considered in the long run. Three days later, the moon will be the roundest. At that time, we must get out the moon cakes, otherwise the mid autumn festival celebration will be yellow." McGonagall thought as he weighed the materials and poured them into the brewing machine.

"The brewing time is one day. Although it's not as fast as in the kitchen god space, compared with the normal brewing method, it's completely black technology." McGonagall click the open button, and the brewing will be finished 24 hours later. He needs the first time to put the beer into barrels. He can brew three barrels of beer at one time, which is very efficient.

Close the door of the small room. MEG goes downstairs to prepare the food for the morning business. When the time is up, he goes upstairs to wake up Amy.

As soon as Meg got to the bedside, Amy opened her eyes, looked at MEG and said happily, "my father, I had a dream about my mother last night. She was sitting under a big tree that would shine. Her mother was really beautiful and gentle. She was holding Xiaomi and singing to Xiaomi."

"Really, did she say anything to us Xiaomi?" MEG smiles and touches Amy's hair. It seems that the little guy should have been awake for a while, just waiting for him to wake her up.

"Yes, she said she also wants to eat moon cakes. She lives on the moon and wants to eat the moon too. My father, when we make moon cakes, can we show them to my mother?" Amy looked at MEG and said seriously.

"Well, when we're ready, we'll show her." McGonagall looked at Amy a little distressed, rubbed her hair and said, "OK, let's get up first and go to class after dinner."

"Good!" Amy happily put her arms around Meg's neck, got up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

After breakfast, MEG takes Amy to school. When she comes back, abemia and Sally are already waiting at the door of the dining room. Sally looks a little worried and a little tired. She doesn't seem to have a good rest.

McGonagall looks at Sally, hesitates for a moment, but still doesn't take the initiative to speak. He doesn't know what happened between Sally and bloom last night, but there are some things she doesn't say, and he doesn't want to ask more. Everyone has his own secret.

Abelmia was obviously worried about Sally, but she didn't ask much.

At the end of the busy morning, MEG flipped the sign at the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Sally and abemia soon cleaned up the restaurant and finished their morning work.

"That... Boss, I have a question for you, can you?" Sally looked at MEG, hesitated for a long time, or said.

"Well, go ahead." MEG looked at Sally gently and nodded.