Chapter 639

"Wow! What a lovely little girl

"Her clothes look good, and the style is so strange, like clothes and skirts. I've never seen such clothes before."

"Yes, it's very elegant to wear, and the lining is very slender. I don't know which tailor made it. I want to make one too!"

"What's in her arms? Always the orange kitten? New varieties? I've never seen it before

The aunts in the crowd suddenly burst out, staring at Amy standing on the highest level, showing great interest one after another.

This dress is not only good-looking, but also unique in style. Only when it is worn out can it become the focus of the audience.

Of course, some old aunts still have self-knowledge of such lovely clothes.

"Maimi restaurant!" Gudinia, who was holding a glass of wine and chatting with others, suddenly turned back and looked down on MEG. He clenched his fist, took two deep breaths, and said with a sneer, "isn't half spirit half race? When will the Party of Aden chamber of Commerce let half race in?"

"Yes, I've heard of the Maimi restaurant. It seems quite popular in Aden square recently, but it doesn't seem to have joined our chamber of Commerce, does it?" The fat businessman next to him was also puzzled.

"Not only did he not join, but the boss said in front of me that he would never join our chamber of Commerce in his life, and he would watch our chamber of Commerce go bankrupt." Gudinia said sarcastically.

"How did he get the invitation? Is it uninvited? " Another suspect.

A little commotion spread through the crowd.

"Is this the MEG who's been doing me a lot of bad things?" Cyril frowned and looked back at McGonagall. Devo was still in Basti prison. He was out of his control now. All this was because of this guy.

McGonagall touched Amy's hair. The little guy's eyes were full of food.

With his eyes down, McGonagall looks down at the dark crowd, picks up his eyebrows, takes Amy's little hand and walks down.

It seems that he has misunderstood the fashion clothes of the world's banquet. Generally, men wear luxurious long shirts, which are covered like a cylinder. No matter what their figure is, some of them look like a walking cylinder, and the colors used to distinguish them are all kinds of colorful green.

But he didn't see any party in his previous life. Naturally, this kind of scene is still held.

As for those who looked at their father and daughter some bad eyes, he did not care.

Before he came here, he was psychologically prepared. One of the rules of the Aden chamber of commerce is aimed at the half race. Many of them have no good intentions for the half race.

Now it seems that this inference is completely correct.

When he comes here today, besides meeting hill, what's more important is that he is ready to collide with this stubborn big guy.

McGonagall took Amy's hand and just walked into the banquet hall. Cyril came up and looked at Amy, then looked at McGonagall contemptuously. "Are you the owner of the mcmillagall restaurant?"

"Wow! Father, I want to eat that biscuit Amy shakes Meg's hand and points to a small biscuit on a nearby waiter's plate.

"Meow!" Hearing the food, the ugly duckling cried with excitement.

"OK, I'll get it for you." McGonagall, smiling fondly, ignored Cyril, waved to the waiter and said, "waiter, give me that one."

"How dare you ignore me?" Cyril's voice is a little cold. In the city of chaos, few people dare to ignore him like this.

"You dare to be cruel to my father, which biscuit are you Amy said seriously, looking at Cyril with her hands akimbo.

The crowd around immediately triggered a burst of laughter, people are trying to control the smile on their faces, the little girl's voice is too interesting, but do not want to offend Cyril, many people's faces are red.

Cyril's face was black. Looking at Amy, she laughed angrily and said in a cold voice, "Oh, you half..."

"Look, you're not too young. Do children want to grab a biscuit?" MEG takes the biscuit from the waiter's hand and hands it to Amy, interrupting Cyril.

"I..." Cyril said for a moment.

"If you want to say it, if you don't say it, how can the waiter know what you want, but if you want to rob from your childhood friends, I don't think it's good?" McGonagall continued.

"Don't come here, you big biscuit snatcher!" Amy hid the biscuit behind her and looked at Cyril with a watchful face, as if she were really on guard against him robbing the biscuit.

The laughter in the crowd is getting bigger and bigger. The people who are still holding their laughter just now can't help it.

Cyril listened to the laughter and looked as if she had just eaten a fly. She looked at MEG and said with a sneer, "when is the Party of Aden chamber of Commerce allowed to bring pets and half elves in? What's more, your restaurant has neither joined the Aden chamber of Commerce nor is it a high-quality development target. How can you be here? Is your invitation a fake? "

The laughter in the crowd gradually stopped and people began to whisper.

Although the mid year party of Aden chamber of commerce is not a very serious party, in general, only members and their families of Aden chamber of Commerce, and some merchants who will become members of Aden chamber of Commerce will be invited.

As Cyril said, it's really impossible to be invited on McGonagall's terms.

If his invitation is false, their father and daughter may be kicked out of the meeting and become the biggest laughing stock today.

With a smile on his face, Cyril looked at McGonagall sarcastically and said, "I don't know what you're trying to do. Maybe you want to take this opportunity to enter the class you look up to, but you don't deserve to stand here with a fake invitation. Guard, throw these two guys out to me!"

Several tall Orc guards came up from all sides, ready to fight.

"Father, are these guys here to rob my biscuits?" Amy hung the duckling on her skirt, one hand holding the magic wand.

"Such a guy should be taught a profound lesson, so that no one wants to sneak in and eat and drink in the future." Gudinia said with a smile, his fat face trembled, and he felt a bad breath.

"I invited Mr. McGonagall, and I wrote the invitation myself." Just then, a voice came from behind, and the crowd separated. Hill, dressed in a red dress, came up, looked at Cyril and said with a smile, "don't you know that all four families are qualified to invite others to the party? Oh, yes, you may not be qualified to know. "