Chapter 1369

McGonagall's eyes brightened, and he looked at the crayfish in the VAT. Compared with the ordinary crayfish, they were a big circle, turned over, and their belly was red, which was exactly the kind of shrimp he was looking for.

And they should have just been caught from the sea. They are all very active. They are very happy with a pair of pliers.

McGonagall counted them carefully. There were 45.

In addition to the breeding shrimps he received from fishermen in recent days, the number of breeding shrimps in his hands has now reached 62, completely exceeding the number of breeding shrimps reduced by half after bargaining with the system.

"A total of 45. When I go back in a few days, I will prepare 5000 mud shells for you as soon as possible." McGonagall looked at dexter in a good mood and said with a smile, "the number of shrimps is enough. Thank you for this trip."

"It's our pleasure to serve you. Thank you for your generosity." Dexter said with a smile, although in order to catch this little shrimp, he sent out almost all the people who could leave the seal, including ten top ten.

However, to get 5000 pieces of mud shells is to get 5000 places and opportunities to leave the seal. This is a very worthwhile deal.

"Do you want to go in for a while?"

"No, it's time for Mr. McGonagall to have a rest. I'll visit you in person in the city of chaos later." Dexter took a look at Meg's pajamas and left with a smile.

McGonagall was just polite, watching Dexter leave, and then holding the outline back to the restaurant.

The schedule of catching crayfish in my mind has become 6250, which means that the task of catching crayfish has been completed. From the success of the task of eliminating crayfish, only the successful promotion of crayfish and the habit of eating crayfish are left.

The crayfish eating crayfish in crustacean is gaining popularity and its influence is rapidly expanding.

Although the progress of the ten apprentices' cooking skills is different, the progress is still gratifying. After the last study tomorrow, the students who pass the examination will be able to make a new start and open their own crayfish house.

"System, how to deal with these kinds of shrimps?" MEG asked, looking at the shrimps in the VAT.

Before, the system took a chance to use a submarine to replace a shrimp from McGonagall's hands. If the extra 12 shrimp could be exchanged for some benefits from the system, it would be better than a barbecue.

"Please treat the host without pollution." The system replied.

"Well? Don't you want it? " McGonagall was a bit surprised.

"These crayfish that have left the crayfish farm are no longer pure. They may be infected with some unknown viruses and carry foreign parasites. This system will not recycle them." The system replied.

"If there is no pollution, it can only be eaten." McGonagall sighed. It seemed impossible to strike a stroke from the system.

"At the same time, in order to respond to the call of heaven and cultivate the host's awareness of environmental protection, the system has decided to classify and recycle the garbage produced by the host from today on. The host needs to classify the garbage before putting it in. Otherwise, the system will not recycle it and will impose a fine on the host."

“？？？” MEG was stunned.

After all, McGonagall has been studying abroad for quite a long time, and he is not unfamiliar with garbage sorting, but the system has never had such excessive requirements before. Now he suddenly responds to the call, which makes him a little unprepared.

In a world where plastic bags haven't even appeared, it's really strange to do garbage sorting.

"System, what kind of rubbish are you?"

"This system... How to know!"

"Well, if you say you want to do garbage sorting and recycling, I'll test you." Meg's mouth was up.

"Oh, this system has thoroughly studied the spirit of heaven's way of instruction." The system is full of confidence.

"What are the types of waste classification?"

"Recyclable, hazardous, wet and dry garbage."

"What kind of rubbish is dried nuts?"

"Dry trash?"

"No, it's wet trash."

"Question: what kind of rubbish is glue?"

"It must be wet rubbish!" The system is determined.

"Wrong again. It's dry trash."

"Question: what kind of garbage do dried meat, red dates and flour belong to?"

"Dry rubbish, dry rubbish, dry rubbish!"

"No, they're all wet trash." McGonagall shook his head and said with a scornful smile: "perishable biomass, domestic waste are all wet garbage, system, your study is not professional? At your level, we'd better pack them together and deal with them carelessly, which will easily lead to secondary pollution. "

"No, it's just a small mistake. The system must strictly implement the requirements of garbage classification." The system refused, "you ask again."

"Well, let me ask you one last question. Now I have a plastic bowl filled with leftovers and rat poison from a few days ago. I'm going to throw them away after poisoning the mice. How should I deal with and classify them?"

"Zhi"

McGonagall's mind sounded a murmur of electricity, the system interface in his mind turned blue, and meaningless numbers glided by.

"Although garbage sorting benefits for thousands of years, there is still a long way to go to implement it." McGonagall sighed. He didn't care about the crash system. He poured the rest of the crayfish into the water tank in the kitchen. The taste of the crayfish was better than that of the ordinary crayfish. It's hard to catch them. You'd better keep them for yourself.

……

The abyss demons have met with very tenacious resistance to the landing battle of flame island. Thousands of abyss Knights charge against flame Island, tearing the defense line of flame demons again and again, but they are all blocked back, leaving a lot of roast pigs.

The dawn sun gradually rises from the sea level, and the abyss demon who has been fighting all night finally hears the call of retreat.

The fireballs flying from the flame island also become sparse, and the exhausted flame demons do not chase the abyss demons.

This is a sudden war. Neither side has made sufficient preparations, but last night, an extremely fierce offensive and defensive war was carried out. In all the landing places of flame Island, a body was left.

No race expected this sudden war to break the peace before the race peace talks. Just a few days ago, when they gathered under the abyss, Alfred and Simmons were still drinking happily.

Of course, they did not expect that they would be so easily involved in this dispute.

Because none of the diplomatic demons they sent to the scene of the war came back.

It's not so small as it's big.

But no matter what, it always represents the face of a race, and the major races can't pretend that it didn't happen, so they sent serious inquiry letters to the abyss demons and the flame demons one after another.

……

"Another fine day." McGonagall opened the window, sunshine on his face, gentle smile, at most two days, they should go back to the city of chaos, also don't know mia, they are OK.