Chapter 2137

At the end of the business, MEG and his two children returned to the city of chaos by flying restaurant overnight.

The flight restaurant narrows down and stops on the balcony of Maimi's restaurant. The spiral staircase goes down. MEG walks down with Amy who is already asleep, while Annie follows with her picture album.

Recently, the little guy is obsessed with creation and refuses to sleep until eleven or twelve.

"Why did you come back all night?" Elena came out of the room and looked at MEG in surprise.

"You don't sleep well when you're away." Meg said with a smile.

"Oh." Irina gave him a white look, he came, tonight is really sleepy.

"Annie, I went to bed after drawing this page." MEG fixed her eyes on Annie and settled the two children.

"Take a bath first, full of fumes and alcohol." Irina raised her hand and stopped Meg's forward body.

"Together?"

"No."

McGonagall took a hot bath, and after some exercise, he lay on the big round bed and stretched out comfortably.

It's really the most comfortable place to live in.

"What's wrong with the night elves?" MEG asked, looking down at Elena nestled in his chest.

"Nothing... Nothing..." Irina gasped. "I talked to Michael and planned to participate in tomorrow's meeting in the name of night elf."

"I'm afraid that old witch Helena is going to have an attack." Meg said with a smile, already able to imagine Helena's expression.

"It's not something she can decide. At least I don't represent the elves." Irina doesn't care.

"However, since we want to form an alliance and form a coalition together, we must choose a leader to command the coalition. What do you think of this?" Irina looked up at MEG with a serious look.

McGonagall thought seriously for a while, shook his head and said: "at present, there is no special candidate who can convince the public. Even the dragon clan can not choose a leader, let alone the coalition forces of the major races."

"If so, I am afraid that even if the coalition forces are formed, they will still be scattered." Irina was a little worried.

McGonagall also nodded his head solemnly. They were faced with kesuru and an army of undead who were not afraid of death and resolutely carried out orders.

If they are a scattered coalition, there will be no chance of victory in this war.

There are already conflicts of interest among all ethnic groups, and even death grudges that are hard to solve. It's the utmost justice not to stab in the back.

At this time, if there are no strict rules for all ethnic groups to fight together and no strong commander who can convince the public, I am afraid that this battle will have been lost from the beginning.

"I think it's just you." Irina looked at MEG, her eyes burning.

"Me?"

"Yes, there is no better person than you now." Irina nodded, "whether it's thunder and lightning outside the city of chaos, or the identity of a free man after breaking with the Los Empire, as well as strong enough personal strength and charm, you are the most suitable person."

"Is it as good as you say?" McGonagall felt his chin and really thought about it.

"This is what Michael and I mentioned today. If the coalition forces are scattered, the war will definitely be a disaster." Irina looked into Meg's eyes and nodded firmly: "now, Norland needs you."

McGonagall was really lost in thought

It's not that he's afraid, it's just that he's afraid that his ability is not enough to lead such a large-scale war, let alone involve such a complex situation.

Even the experience Alex left him was limited to the small local wars with orcs on the border.

But looking at Irina's encouraging and expectant eyes, and the current deadlock in front of him, he really can't say no.

They really don't have a choice.

"OK, I'll stand up."

MEG nodded.

Irina smiles and her red lips are printed on his lips again.

"Still here?"

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The next morning, MEG asked Amy to go to the dormitory and ask abelmia to come to dinner.

I prepared a big breakfast early in the morning.

"Boss, you're back at last!" Abelmia came in with Amy in her arms and looked at MEG in the kitchen with a surprised look on her face.

"The familiar taste, the life with delicious breakfast, is it going to start again?" Angela followed in, quite excited.

"Boss, Annie." Jane said hello with a smile.

"Boss, my wine can leave the factory. Would you like to try it?" Hannah came in with a bottle of wine and said, shaking the bottle at MEG.

"I don't drink in the morning." MEG came out of the kitchen with a row of steamers, took Hannah's wine and put it on the counter.

He had no doubt about Hannah's wine making skills. Since she believed that the wine that could be produced must be good wine.

It seems that the next wine market will usher in a new barbarian, a barbarian who can ship in large quantities and maintain high quality.

"What is this? It's round and lovely. Is it your new breakfast, boss? " Abelmia looked at the soup bag in the steamer tray and asked curiously.

People are also attracted by this pile of steaming drawers.

"This is guantangbao. My father's new breakfast is delicious." Amy climbed onto her own high stool, took a dish, reached out and picked up a full soup filling bag, "I'll teach you how to eat."

MEG put a steamer tray and three soup bags in front of everyone as the core of the breakfast.

They watched Amy holding the soup bag, staggering into his plate, hanging a heart down.

Then she bit a small hole at the top of the side, sucking the soup, and finally ate the bun with the belt stuffing.

This seems to be a process full of ritual sense, which makes people look at it in a daze.

"Have you learned?" Amy licked the oil on sweet lips and looked at the crowd.

"There's nothing I can do with you. I'll show you again." Without waiting for everyone to answer, the little guy has skillfully picked up the second filling soup bag and continued to teach seriously.

With a smile on their faces, they all began to learn from Amy. They carefully picked up a soup bag and put it on their plate. Then they took advantage of the heat to eat it.

"This soup bag is delicious, isn't it! It's perfect to drink soup, eat meat, and eat noodles After eating a bun, abelmia couldn't help exclaiming.

"But... The soup is so hot... I feel that my tongue has lost consciousness..." Hannah spits out her tongue and looks sad.

"It's the tongue of millions of winemakers. Cherish it." One side Angela just finished eating a steamed bun gracefully, looking at Hannah's advice.

"I can give you some ice." Amy smiles and reaches out her hand. A cold flame rises slowly.

"I'm ready!" Hannah immediately withdrew her tongue, shook her head and refused.