Chapter 1187: I prefer to be a chef.

"Farewell." The knight slammed and slammed on the horseback, and slipped back without looking back.
Although he may not be punished for not completing the task, he chose to sneak up before he stayed here.
What is the background of this restaurant owner, but an ordinary chef can actually let the King’s majesty deliberately give the request, and the Lord of the Grey Temple is personally to protect him.
People who are involved in such a level as the Lord of the Grey Temple are not able to control and participate in this matter. He only needs to send the message back as quickly as possible, and then wait for the above order.
McGonagall looked at the knight who was away and waved to Roland and Sargeras: "Thank you for the help of the Lord and Sa."
"Hey, it’s a shame, the boss is not polite, we just come to eat meat," Sargeras said with a smirk.
The Burning Legion also followed the sneer, and the big, bald heads seemed to have a strong social atmosphere.
"Mr. McGonagall is a resident of the City of Chaos. He has the right to refuse the rude demands of those in power in other countries. The duty of the Grey Temple is to protect your rights." Roland looked at him with a smile, and looked at Sargeras again. McGonagall said: "I don't know if Mr. McGonagall is free to go to the city's main government."
"City of the city?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect Hill's movements to be so fast. He nodded. "There is a request from the Lord, naturally it is going."
"Sa, the restaurant is not open today, I am afraid that everyone can't eat the meat folder, come over tomorrow morning." McGonagall looked at Sargeras again, and Sargeras should have just returned from the north, he originally thought I have to ask him about the situation of the night elf, but Roland personally came to ask him, and he could not put him to the side first, only to delay the handover.
"This way, then let's come back tomorrow." Sargeras scratched his head, saying nothing, leading the Burning Legion to leave.
"Please." Roland said, he was first on the black carriage.
McGonagall locked the door, and got on the carriage. He sat down opposite Roland, the door closed, and the carriage turned around and felt almost no bumps in the car.
Roland didn't talk with his eyes closed, and McGonagall didn't say anything, and he looked at Roland quietly.
The lord of the Grey Temple, which represents the majesty of the law of the city of chaos, is also a ten-level magician. Previously, only the pressure can make the knight squat on the ground, and the strength can be seen.
Roland looks very young, and in his 30s, his long hair is draped, his body is a bit thin, his face looks ordinary, and his eyes are still awe.
From the establishment of the city of chaos, he set up the Grey Temple, the city of chaos has been changed for two times, he is still the owner of the Grey Temple, the face has never changed.
There are rumors that he is a demon.
There are also rumors that he is a dragon.
Far more than the long life of human beings, the eternal face, and the deep dive of the power that has never been tried, let the mysterious gray temple owner put on a veil.
In Alex's memory, McGonagall found a sporadic intersection with the lord. The most profound thing was that the two had once diplomad in the city of chaos.
Alex had a sword, and Roland only released one magic, no matter what the outcome.
In Alex's life resume, there is very little such a thing as a draw. It can be seen that Roland's strength is strong.
As soon as he arrived at the city's main government, Roland suddenly opened his eyes, just to the eyes of Meg, the deep eyes were slightly stunned, and the voice was slightly low: "I am very curious, who are you?"
"I am me, flowers of different colors." McGonagall almost slammed down and looked at Roland's gaze calmly. He smiled and said: "I am probably a chef who loves drums, loves delusion, and does not work."

Roland stared at McGonagall’s eyes for a moment, and the face of the unsmiling smile was a smile.
There are many people in the city of chaos who want to be separated from the past. It looks strange. I am one of them, so you don’t have to worry. We will explore your past, as long as you agree that you are a resident of the city of chaos, this is enough."
"This is probably why I like it here." McGonagall also smiled.
The carriage stopped and Roland put away his smile and got up and got off.
McGonagall followed the carriage, which is already inside the city.
Roland took Meg through a promenade and went to a quiet small courtyard. As soon as he stepped into the yard, he felt a strong array of ways to completely enclose the small courtyard.
Meg's eyes flashed a trace of surprise, it seems that this should be an important meeting point in the city's capital.
"Roland, Mr. McGonagall, you are coming." The only room door in the yard came out, and Michael City looked at the two men with a smile.
"Citymaster, principal." McGonagall followed the entry. In addition to Michael, Novovan also gathered in the chaotic city of the three giants to meet with him, showing their attention to the matter.
This room is not big, only a round table and four stools in the middle of the room will have no other things. It seems that the Big Three should talk about the important things on weekdays.
"Sit down, I invited Mr. McGonaga today because I just came to Miss Hill and talked to us about something. Mr. McGon should know what it is, we are very interested in it, so I want to Mr. McGonagall talked face to face." Michael sat down and looked at McGonagall.
"Okay." McGonagall sat in the last vacancy, the only three giants in the chaotic city. If the quality of the heart is not enough, I am afraid that heart disease will be scared.
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The conversation lasted for more than two hours, and McGonagall also talked about his own plans and actions, disrupting the internalities of the various ethnic groups and letting them take care of themselves, so that they had to give up their plans to expand their ambitions.
Although McGonagall is quite confident about his plan, he has too little information and correctness to verify, so he knows that his plan may have many loopholes or better alternatives.
However, this is what they need to consider. With the strength of the chaotic city, it is not difficult to get more first-hand news. I believe there are also specialized departments that have been doing it.
The three listened to McGonagall and nodded from time to time, sometimes frowning, and when Meg finished speaking, the three looked at Meg's eyes completely differently.
"Mc Boss, do you really think about joining the city government? The position of the chief staff officer, I have already planned to keep it for you." Michael looked at McGonagall.
"In contrast, I prefer to be a chef." Maggie shook his head with a smile.