Chapter 981

Angus's story is very long, with intermittent narration and incoherent thinking. But MEG, sitting beside him, listened attentively, frowning slightly, with pity and anger in his eyes.

The peddler shattered a happy family. A rich old man with a son became a tramp who measured the continent of Nolan with his feet.

McGonagall didn't feel much about the news of human traffickers before, but now it's different. Just think about it. If someone abducts Amy and makes him never see her, he may also embark on the journey of looking for women like Angus. Even if he turns over the whole continent of Nolan, he must find her!

McGonagall looked at Angus with admiration in his eyes.

"I've been looking in the city of chaos for more than a month. I haven't found any news, but it's a good place. It's a good place." Angus looked at the children playing in the square, with a smile on his sad face. "You see, how lovely those children are and how happy they are. Even in lodu, it's rare to see so many children get together to play."

"Yes, the city of chaos is really a good place." McGonagall also nodded with a smile, then looked at Angus and said, "what are you going to do next? Do you want to continue searching in the city of chaos? Or go somewhere else? "

"The city of chaos is too big. It's old and useless. The old man around doesn't know where to start. He's been looking for it for a month, and he doesn't know where he's found it and where he hasn't found it yet." Angus shook his head and said helplessly, "I'm going to leave. I'll go back to the Los Empire to look for it. I'll set out in a moment. I'll go to the last place to have a look before it snows. When the snow falls, I should probably go."

McGonagall silently, looking at Angus, there are thousands of words of comfort in his heart, but none of them can be said.

If you haven't experienced that kind of pain, you have no right to let others down.

"Thank you, young man, for taking the time to listen to my old man's useless nonsense." Angus looked at MEG and said gratefully.

"I should thank you for teaching me how to be a father." MEG shook his head.

"As a father, don't be like me." Angus shook his head.

"I've heard your story. Then you have to have a meal I cooked before you go. Old man, go and sit with me for a while. I'll practice it for you." MEG got up, looked at Angus and said with a smile.

"How can I do that? How can I come to your house for a man like me? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Angus pointed to his old cotton padded jacket and shook his head.

"Even the king of Los Empire, I don't want to invite him to my house. What does it have to do with your clothes?" MEG chuckled and picked up the stick for Angus. "Come on, just ahead. I'm on my way to the north, but it's getting colder and colder."

Angus looked into McGonagall's clear eyes, with a smile on his face. He nodded with a smile and said, "then I'll be more respectful than obedient and have the cheek to have a meal."

"Face is a useful face when it can be exchanged for food." Meg said with a smile.

Angus, too, laughed.

McGonagall and Angus slowly walk to the outside of the Maimi restaurant. McGonagall opens the door of the restaurant, but Angus stops.

"Come in, old man." MEG looked back at Angus.

"No, I can't. how can I enter such a high-class and clean restaurant? If it's dirty, how can I receive guests later?" Angus shook his head, looked at McGonagall and said, "young man, thank you. I've already felt your heart, but it's time for me to go."

"This is my restaurant. Before it opened today, you were the only guest. I used to be a member of the Los empire." Meg said with a smile.

Angus looked at McGonagall's sincere smile and the clean and shining restaurant. He hesitated for a long time before nodding his head. As soon as he stepped into the restaurant, he stopped and looked left and right. Instead of going in, he sat down directly near the door, almost a little bit, which seemed rather formal.

"Drink some water first, I'll cook for you." McGonagall poured out a glass of water and put it in front of Angus. Then he turned and thought about going to the kitchen.

"Boss, who is he?" Phyllis looks at Angus strangely. It's not business hours yet. Why does MEG cook for a guest? Moreover, looking at his clothes, he doesn't look like a guest who can afford to eat.

"An old man with a story, I want to give him a meal." McGonagall remembered the results of the psychic gate scan when Angus just entered the door, which had reached the terminal stage of incurable diseases, and made him clearly realize that Angus was not talking nonsense before, and he really had a hard time to survive this winter.

He has been wandering for 25 years and lost his fortune, but he has no complaints. He has been living in regret and remorse.

It is undoubtedly a great pity for Angus that he has not been able to see his son who has been separated for more than 20 years until his death.

McGonagall also has a deep sense of powerlessness about this kind of thing. After all, he is a child who was lost in lodu 25 years ago. After all, it is unknown what he has become and even whether he still lives in this world.

"Wait! What does it look like? " McGonagall's eyes suddenly brightened and he said in his heart, "system, can you draw a picture of that child based on Angus' description of the child's childhood physical characteristics?"

"This kind of non professional thing, this system generally will not do." The system is long.

"A picture, 10000 coppers." Meg said quietly.

"Dear host, the system is happy to help you. This system has conducted a systematic and comprehensive study of iconology, and also has a profound insight into the evolution and development of human beings. If there is accurate information about body features and the genes of his father are collected, the accuracy of the portraits drawn by this system will far exceed that of all criminal portraitists." The voice of systematic humility and confidence rings.

"Good. If someone finds it, you'll get a copper coin." MEG nodded slightly, and now he had a new idea.

"It's too happy, isn't it?" A line of words passed silently.

McGonagall turned his lips. The happiness of the system is so simple that it is not promising.

However, McGonagall is still at ease with the portraits produced by the system.

He once browsed the news that the portrait artist helped the separated family reunite. There was an image, which was at least much simpler and more effective than Angus's empty description of a five-year-old child and finding a 30-year-old.

After all, 25 years later, even if the child stood in front of Angus again, it would be difficult for him to recognize him.

What's more, McGonagall has the platform of Maimi restaurant.