Chapter 1065: Don't just put a slide, make a fuss

Watching the horse's carriage leave, McGonagall poured a cup of tea for himself, watching the heat rise slowly in front of his eyes, narrowing his eyes and squinting at a big tree not far away.
A figure leans against the big tree, and if there is nothing to pry into this direction.
This person has been there for a while, and the less professional stalking makes McGonagall notice him very quickly.
Wearing a set of black clothes and a hat during the day, I wrote the words "I am a spy" on the head to show my identity.
"Do you come home? Or stare at me?" Meg raised his eyebrows. From the situation of induction, it should be a human being with a strength of about six, obviously directed at him.
There is too little information, and McGonagall can't infer anything.
The black man stood behind the tree for a while, pulled the hat down and turned away.
McGon thought about it and didn't choose to keep up.
The strength of the sixth level can not be broken even by the automatic defense of the restaurant.
Since he is going to step on the day, most of the night will act, then wait until the evening to see what he wants to do.
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In an unmanned alley, three black-clad black men gathered together, a tall, thin man, a short fat man, and a tall man.
"Boss, have you really stepped on it? We have to do a big job this time. As long as we succeed, the three of us can do nothing."
"Crap, I am out of the horse, when has a problem. As long as the fat news is correct, there is really an artifact in the store that will make a super delicious grilled fish. We will be successful this evening." Kabiel looked confident. The laughter.
"Definitely correct, I watched the boss take out a delicious grilled fish from the black artifact!" The fat man nodded his face, his face showing a smile of nostalgia: "That taste It's so delicious, and one has to sell 2,500 copper coins. The number of people is super. As long as we can get this artifact, we can just collect money every day, and we can eat delicious grilled fish every day.

"Eat and eat, all fat into a ball, but only know to eat." Kabir took a look at the fat man's head, a smile on his lips, "When I have money, I want to drink the strongest wine, ride the wildest Woman!"
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"One, two, three..."
At the end of the noon business, McGonagall looked at Gina, who was happy in the corner, and couldn’t help but ask: "Jinna, what do you collect so many clay shells? Even if you don’t eat so much at night, ?"
Gina stared at McGonagall for a while to understand what he meant, pointing to the mud shell, and pointing to his mouth, swinging his hand, saying that it was not for himself, but also for the fishtail: "I, people, they, eat."
McGonagall took a long time to understand the meaning of Gina. It turns out that these clay shells are prepared for the fishermen like her. It seems that they want to have the ability to breathe on land.
However, Gina couldn't tell where she came from, and she didn't know where her family was. Even if she had more mud shells, she would have no way to give her compatriots.
Moreover, what makes McGonagall curious is that it is not very good for fish people to live in the sea?
There are no territorial disputes, freedom, and all kinds of fish are inexhaustible. Why do you need to go to the mainland to compete with the various families for survival?
"Sister Gina can't talk and write, but she can draw pictures. Why don't she let her communicate with us by painting?"
Amy glared at the ugly duckling and asked curiously.
"Yeah, this is a good way." Meg's eyes lit up, such a simple approach, he did not even think that the children can find the simplest and most effective way.
"Jinna, if you have anything to say to me, just use the picture to come out." McGonagall handed the paper pen to Gina, and then said.
Simple daily communication can be done in body language, but a slightly more complicated conversation is clearly impossible to use in body language between races with completely different worldviews.
Gina looked at the paper and the same eyes, and some clumsy picked up the pen. Under the guidance of McGonagall, I quickly learned how to control the force to draw lines on the paper without directly breaking the pen and punctuating the paper.
Gina sat at the table, and everyone in the restaurant was curiously surrounded.
Everyone about Gina's life is quite curious, but in view of the inability to communicate in language, it has not been clear for many days that Gina has come from where it came from.
Kina thought for a moment and started drawing.
A fish-tailed fisherman appeared very quickly under her pen. They were surrounded by a round, like an altar-like high platform. In the middle of the altar, there was an elderly fisherman in a robe, who seemed to be presiding. What a solemn and mysterious ceremony.
Although it was the first time to draw on paper with a pen, the accident of Gina was good. Although some details were reduced for speed, the simple outlines still make people feel the dense mermaid and the solemnity of the scene. sense.
"A lot of mermaids, what are they doing? Praying the sky off the pie?" Amy sat in another chair and looked at the picture full of curiosity.
"It seems to be a big mermaid group." McGonagall thought that although only a dozen fish people were painted on paper, more wavy lines should be used to represent the mermaid.
Gina did not explain, but soon began to draw a second picture.
A beam of light appeared above the altar, and then the image projection began to appear in the sky, and the face of the mermaid showed a pleasant expression.
"Is it God?"
Elizabeth whispered, and her face showed some incredible colors.
"God Kai?" The crowd looked at Elizabeth with curiosity.
"What is that? Elizabeth sister," Amy asked.
"It is said that above the Nolan continent, there is a supreme god. Among the various ethnic groups, the elves are dedicated to the of life, the forest trolls are dedicated to the of power, and the orc tribes enshrine their respective totem gods. No one I have seen God, but even the gods will come to the world, so there are still many people who believe in the existence of God." Irina explained.
Gina couldn't understand the dialogue of the people, and she did not explain it. Instead, she began to draw a picture.
The picture of God's chaos was fixed, and a restaurant appeared on the screen, standing in front of the restaurant with a young man.
"Isn't this a father? And our restaurant!" Amy whispered.
Everyone was shocked and looked at the painting, full of incredible colors.
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"Don't just put a slide show, make a fuss."
The system snorted.