Chapter 1565

"It's the first time that I've seen such a gaffe when eating, but I can't bear to put down my chopsticks." A maid in charge of serving food stood in front of Hyman, some excited and incredible said.

Heyman could not help but exclaim: "Mr. McGonagall is really Mr. McGonagall, worthy of his reputation."

Every time on this occasion, he is most worried about whether the guests at the main banquet are satisfied. The distinguished guests from different tribes have different preferences and habits. No matter how experienced the chef is, it is impossible to completely satisfy everyone.

But today McGonagall did it, breaking the gap between habits and preferences with the ultimate delicacy, turning the feast into a carnival.

"Is the dish finished?" Hyman then asked.

"It was said that there was a final dish. It was over after serving." The maid in waiting thought about the cableway.

"Husband and wife's lungs..." Hyman's smile gradually faded away. Romeo and Juliet are no strangers to him. They are a kind and noble couple. They like exquisite dishes and are very friendly to everyone. If there was no rebellion, they should not have suffered this.

"Go ahead, be careful. You can't make mistakes in the last dish." Hyman raised his hand and let the maid in waiting go.

The maids left with the last dish. Hyman also walked slowly to the No.1 kitchen, ready to knock. MEG just pushed the door out.

"Director Hyman, it's a coincidence that I just wanted to see you." MEG looks at Hayman.

"Oh? What can I do for Mr. McGonagall? " Heyman asked with a smile.

McGonagall said with a smile: "all the dishes have been served. It's a rare event for the tribal chief to celebrate the ceremony. It's also a big family like the FAK tribe. So I want to take the children and girls to see the world and the ceremony. I wonder if it's ok?"

"Today's dinner was a great success, and the distinguished people of all ethnic groups are full of praise for your dishes. Now that the dishes are ready, if you want to go to the ceremony, I can report it to you and take you there." Hayman nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, Hayman." McGonagall said gratefully, a little excited.

Hyman looked into the kitchen and hesitated: "the couple..."

"They walked peacefully." Meg said with a smile.

"That's good... That's good..." Heyman looked at MEG, nodded his head a little complicated, and turned to leave.

"The couple have been successfully transferred, and the guys in the back alley have been taken care of." Barbara appeared behind MEG and whispered.

McGonagall nodded slightly and said in the same low voice, "good. Let's get ready to go to the ceremony. If we have a chance, we'll try to have a fight."

"Father, what's the powder you just put in the roast fish?" Amy followed MEG and asked curiously.

"A drug, to make our enemies easier to deal with." McGonagall explained with a smile that he only gave the grilled fish at their table cephalosporin. With their average level 10 strength and physical fitness, that amount can only promote Hannah's drunkenness and make them more likely to get drunk.

Besides saving pedynan, McGonagall's more important goal tonight is to find out the source of the black fog and eradicate it.

He must ensure that when he carries out this task, he has enough ability to control the field. It is undoubtedly a very good way to reduce the strength of the opponent to make the enemy drunk.

Tonight, the black fog is more than everything, so he can do anything for it.

"Cover the ugly duckling with a black cloth bag. Don't be seen by others." MEG took out a black pocket and covered the duckling directly, leaving only half of his head to exhale outside.

"Meow ~?" The ugly duckling looks up at MEG with some doubts.

"Ugly duckling, I'll do as I taught you. When I come back, I'll make you a grilled fish without pepper." McGonagall looked at the ugly duckling with a smile.

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"Meow, meow, meow," the ugly duckling's eyes lit up with little stars.

Hayman's arrangement was quick. About ten minutes later, MEG and his family got into a bright black carriage and drove slowly towards the venue.

MEG raised a corner of the car curtain and looked out. There were not many pedestrians on the street. On the contrary, every 20 meters or so, there was an orc soldier standing with very tight protection.

Along the way, he also encountered three checks, but Hayman should have applied for a pass order for them, and all of them passed without any cross examination.

"Here we are." When the carriage stopped, there came the coachman's harsh voice and noisy comments.

McGonagall and they pulled out the curtain, and the carriage stopped outside the hall. In front of the crowd, there were ten campfires, which reflected the whole hall.

The banquet is drawing to a close, and the maids begin to withdraw the dishes, which means that the ceremony will begin soon.

The driver said solemnly: "according to the regulations, you can only watch the ceremony here. You can't walk around at will. I will supervise your actions throughout the whole process. If there is any violation, I will..."

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, the driver who had not finished his words was crammed into the carriage.

"Come on, let's go ahead and have a look." McGonagall stopped the carriage in the area where many carriages were parked, and said to the people who looked at him in surprise, and walked towards the front of the crowd first.

"Wow, I feel the boss is more and more handsome." She whispered to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth frowned slightly and looked at McGonagall's back. She thought it was familiar, but she couldn't say it again. The man in the mask came into her mind unconsciously.

Barbara opened the way with the force of space, so that they easily squeezed into the front row and occupied a good viewing position.

"Did you find her?" MEG whispered on the intercom.

"I haven't found any trace of Connie. I'll keep watching." Camilla's voice soon rang out.

"Be safe." McGonagall reminded, looking at the figure in orange armor, walking slowly towards the high platform.

No need to introduce, this must be the protagonist of today's ceremony, the regicide Gary.

Regardless of his appearance, McGonagall's orange armor had already made him feel inferior, and he was full of the smell of orange.

Of course, what makes McGonagall more concerned is whether he has the smell of black fog?

In McGonagall's mind, Gary is now the first suspect.

"He does have the smell of black fog and evil, but he is much weaker than Berg and Alfred. Maybe the black fog is small." Irina's voice rang from Meg's headphones.