Chapter 542

Evan's joking expression solidified in an instant, and his two eyebrows trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing his emotions. If he was angry with a little girl, it would be more difficult to capture his heart. During this time, he also found out some of his preferences.

The mercenaries burst into laughter. Usually, they don't like Evan, who has a high self-esteem and has been wearing a stinky expression. Now that shiver has let McGonagall and his daughter get on the carriage, and they will separate when they get to the fog Valley, which will not affect their actions, they will have no hostility. This little girl is really cute and has the ability to choke Evan with a word.

"Little girl, master Evan is what you can say! He is a powerful level 3 ice magician! And a space magician! I now ask you to apologize to master Evan immediately! " At this time, the girl sitting not far from Evan suddenly got up, looked at Amy angrily and said.

MEG raised her eyes. The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing a blue and white dress. Her appearance was just ordinary. There was a white magic wand hanging around her waist. She seemed to be a magician, but she didn't even wear a wizard's robe, so she should be a first-class magician.

Seeing her angry manner of defending Evan, it seemed that her most important person had been insulted, which made MEG think of a word - "brain powder."

"You see, little sister, your chest is so small!" Amy looked at Eva with a surprised look on her face. She pointed her little hand to her chest and said, "it's like there's no one."

Everyone's eyes were in line with Amy's little hands. Sure enough, they were so flat that they nodded in agreement.

"You..." EVA's face suddenly changed. She suddenly sat down and retracted her position. She put her hands around her knees and tried to cover her chest. She blushed like a monkey's ass and looked at Amy as if she wanted to eat them both.

"Brother, are you also a mercenary? Is it a knight or a magician? " Dennis, the Tauren demon sitting next to McGonagall, looks at McGonagall with a bright smile and asks. Other people are also curious after hearing the words. It seems that McGonagall's equipment looks too strange to be understood.

Even hivier looked back at McGonagall, wondering why he had such self-confidence and dared to bring his little daughter to the wilderness. If he had strength, he would be spoiled. If he didn't have enough strength, he would be totally irresponsible.

McGonagall looked at people's curious eyes and said calmly, "actually, I'm a cook."

"Well?"

All of a sudden, everyone was stunned. Looking at MEG, they felt that they wanted to hear something wrong.

"My father's food is delicious." Amy echoed, her face full of pride.

"Chef... Chef? What are you looking for Dennis was waiting for a pair of big ox eyes to look at McGonagall. He thought he had heard it wrong, but now listening to the girl's proud tone, it seems that he did not hear it wrong, but looking at McGonagall, he was still surprised.

The mercenaries also had the same expression, and even felt a little ridiculous. A group of experienced mercenaries were sitting in the same car with a cook, and they were still aiming at the same goal.

"Chef?" He looked at McGonagall and frowned slightly. Before looking at McGonagall, he thought he was a rational and wise man. But if he was really just a cook and brought his daughter to this dangerous wilderness, he would never be a competent father, or he didn't know what level 4 Warcraft meant.

"A new dish that the restaurant is going to launch needs to use the meat of tin bull. I went out to pick it up." McGonagall's honest reply was that he was magnanimous. A mercenary who could not cook was not a good cook.

What's more, in terms of aptitude, he has a dragon killing tutorial left by MEG Alex in his mind. It's not that he looks down on all of you here. They are really rubbish in hunting.

"That's a strange idea... But do you know that tin bull is a level 4 Warcraft? That big guy even I dare not face up to him. After running, he can easily break the big tree surrounded by three or four people. His copper skin and iron bone is not blowing. Even the full-strength sword of the third level knight can only leave a shallow scar on him. You don't even have a sword. Are you ready to fight with him? " Scott, sitting on the other side, holding his sword on his waist, looked at McGonagall and said that he didn't seem to understand what he would face if he went to fog valley.

"I'm actually armed, a butcher's knife." McGonagall pointed to the butcher's knife in its black sheath around his waist.

The expression of the mercenaries is more strange. They look at MEG with the expression of a monster. They have been mercenaries for half their lives, and they have never heard of any mercenary coming out to do a task with a butcher's knife.

He also had a headache. He wanted to leave the guy who didn't understand the situation and let him take his daughter back to the city of chaos. A cook ran out to join in.

"A cook even dares to run to the wilderness to seek death. Let me see what your butcher's knife looks like and whether it can cut down trees." Evan looks at McGonagall sarcastically, then reaches out his right hand to McGonagall.

An icy blue light appeared in Evan's hand. Meg's butcher's knife trembled. The buckled leather scabbard snapped open and the cold light flashed. A brown black butcher's knife with a scabbard flew out of the scabbard.

Looking at this scene, all the mercenaries are nervous. It's taboo for them to seize weapons. For mercenaries, weapons are their most loyal partners. If this happens between two mercenaries, a duel is likely to break out.

Shiver also looked at this scene with some displeasure. Evan's behavior was as disgusting as ever, but now she also wanted to let MEG understand the danger of the wilderness, and then took the initiative to take the lovely little girl back, so she didn't stop it.

"Look, it's OK, but you have to hold it steady. This knife will come soon." McGonagall said with a smile, then flicked his hand on the blade of the butcher's knife that was flying towards Evan.

"Ding!"

The butcher's knife, which had been flying steadily towards Evan's hand, speeded up in an instant, and turned sharply in the direction, spinning and flying towards Evan's crotch, with an incredible speed.

"No!"

Evan's face changed dramatically, but his hand in front of him could not change the direction of the butcher's knife. He only felt a chill in his crotch and uttered a scream of horror.