Chapter 118: I still want to try that sweet tofu brain (fourth! Thank you, Cang Yu cat for 40,000 rewards!)

"Well?" McGonagall heard the meat folder in his hand, got up and walked to the door to open the door. At the door stood a tall, thin man in a black robe with a black cap covering his eyes. Hearing the sound of opening the door, looking at McGonton sideways, he was a little nervous and pressed down a few voices: "Can I come in and say?"
McGon looked at the familiar face, nodded, and let him come in sideways and closed the door. This is the owner of the private detective that he went to find the day before yesterday. He entrusted him to check out Krassu and Julian. At the end, the boss's name is called Sherlock, which is why he chose this detective. He didn't expect him to come in two days.
"Mae boss, this is the information you want, although I don't know what you want to do, but I suggest you not to provoke these two." Sherlock took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to McGonagall. A look at the North Asian Mia and Amy in the restaurant, the voice is a little lower. "The information provided by Krassu is not difficult to get, and it is very detailed, it can be worth the price you gave. But the magic next door The information of the teacher, I found very limited. When I entered the magic potion shop last night, I was burned with half of my hair. It was a very powerful magician."
Mai glanced at the short hair that was exposed on the edge of the Sherlock hat. I remember that when I saw him the day before, I still had a flowing, long curly hair, a splayed character, a bohemian smile on my face, and a cautious and slightly whitish smile today. The appearance looks like two people, and I don’t know what I experienced last night.
"Okay, there is work." McGonagall nodded and squeezed the paper bag in his hand. The information seemed to be quite a lot. It should be enough for him to judge the danger of Krassu and Julian, and pay a long, flowing hair. Locke is also doing his best.
"That's your turn." Sherlock obviously didn't want to stay for a long time, nodded and prepared to leave, but his eyes fell on Amy, who was holding a meat clip, and couldn't help but stay.
The little girl I saw in the past two days, exquisite and lovely, now holding a bit of a strange bite in my hand, and from time to time pick up a spoonful of crystal white food from the bowl, eat the fragrance, the air is floating with braised meat and The smell of beans made him unable to swallow and swallowed. In the morning, he was anxious to send things to McGonagall before the magic potion was opened. So he didn't have breakfast, smelled the seductive fragrance, and his stomach was unconscious. The roar of it.
"Mc boss, can the restaurant start selling breakfast now?" Sherlock asked McGonagall.
"There is still half an hour left before the business, and no breakfast is available." McGonagall shook his head, but his mouth was hung with a weird smile. He paid ten gold coins to Sherlock if he took the money to the restaurant. Eating something, even two bowls of Yangzhou fried rice are not enough, I don't know what he thinks about his long flowing hair.
"Well, it seems that I can only come again next time, leave." Sherlock nodded, and then looked at the meat folder in Amy's hand and opened the door.
McGonagall locked the door and sat down directly at the table at the door. He pulled out the information in the paper bag and quickly browsed it. The brow wrinkled and slowly relieved, and finally became hesitant.
The information of Krassu is indeed very detailed. From the beginning of youth, until the time left, Luodu all the way to the south to the city of chaos. Now there is a record of where to live.
However, after all, the other party is an imperial royal family dedicated to the magician, Sherlock can get these information, indicating that the source of the information is still very powerful, professionalism is good.
Judging from this information, it is basically possible to rule out the relationship between Krassu and that year, which makes him relieved. As long as it is not the one who is in that fact, the danger of Krassu is much lower.
What makes McGee more concerned is that Krassu and the Elf Princess still have a relationship, and they seem to want to accept her as a disciple, but this matter will not be finished, so he should be kind to the Elf Princess.
And Julian’s information is obviously much less. He only said that he is a mysterious magician. He has been driving this magic potion shop in Aden Square for nearly ten years. The business of magic potion shop has been tepid, producing a variety of A kind of low-level magic potion can be supplied in batches, so many adventure teams will enter some basic potions from him, which is usually very low-key.
However, Sherlock finally made a note, and there may be some grievances between Julian and Krassu, but this is just a pass, I don’t know if he knows something is limited, or some taboos.
"If you say this, Krasby is less dangerous than the mysterious Julian." McGonagall frowned, and the information said that Krassu is now looking for a close disciple, inheriting his clothes, already one hundred and two. At eleven years old, life should be coming to an end, so finding an apprentice is more important to him than anything else.
Moreover, knowing that Amy is a half-elf, or wanting to accept her as a disciple, it can be seen that the current apprentice is more important to him than anything else, even if it is a secular questioning and various problems that may arise in the Master Tower.
"If he really wants to accept Amy as a disciple, but don't go to the Master Tower..." McGonth's mind was a little bit alive.
"Father, adults, salty tofu brain is delicious!" Amy's happy voice interrupted Meg's meditation, smiled and put the information back into the paper bag, got up and walked over, Amy's meat folder and salty bean curd brain They have already finished eating, leaning on their small heads, and laughing like a crescent moon.
"What does Amy like most about salty tofu brain?" McGonagall reached out and gently wiped a little tofu from her mouth and asked with a smile.
"But I still want to try that sweet tofu brain, I think it will be super delicious." Amy shook her head and looked at the tofu brain with golden red sugar. When you are almost full, you will have a sweet bean curd like a dessert. This feeling must be great."
"Okay, then you can try it." McGonagall nodded. It would be a bit helpless for the little guy to never miss a kind of food, but what can I do? Even the sweet tofu brain looks so cute. Carefully move the bowl of sweet tofu to her face.
The face of Yabei Mia showed the color of expectation. I thought that Amy felt that the salty tofu brain was delicious and she was not prepared to eat sweet tofu brain. But now it seems that this is not the case. Maybe she will fall in love with the sweet bean curd. It.
Amy took a spoonful of sweet tofu brain and fed it into her mouth. The big blue eyes closed, and the mouth of the bean curd wrapped in sugar juice was instant, and the mouth was full of sweet taste.
Both McGonagall and Mt. Mia are looking forward to watching Amy. Now that the two sides are one to one, Amy’s evaluation will be decisive.