Chapter 1401: A letter from the Forest of Winds

After getting the confirmation of the system, McGonagall lay down directly, letting the system grind the mouth, and too lazy to look at the pile of durian next to it. Anyway, this skill is useless, and loves it. .
After a while, the durian space disappeared and McGonagall appeared in the kitchen.
"Oh, fight with Dad, you are still a little tender." Meg’s mouth was slightly picked and walked toward the noodle table. Various materials were already prepared, and a golden big durian was placed on the side. I smelled a fragrant and delicate durian scent. Although McGonagall just came out of the durian space, it was still amazing.
McGonagall has eaten the Bobcat King Durian, which is better than the ordinary golden pillow durian in terms of taste and taste, but the fragrance is still a lot worse than the fragrance of this durian.
Washing his hands and changing into the chef's clothes, Meg moved his fingers, grabbed the durian, and used less force. He had opened a small cracked durian and was opened by him.
The rich durian scent suddenly came to the surface, the durian meat was very full, mature just right, people could not help but want to take a bite.
"It's perfect." McGonagall nodded and resisted the urge to eat ingredients. This unprofessional behavior certainly couldn't be seen on such a good chef. She took the durian meat out of the way, and the knife slipped over the durian meat and took it out. The size of the silver coin, the pulp almost occupied all.
The most complicated part of making pizza is kneading. How to make the dough meet the requirements, this is a test of the chef's skills and skills.
Therefore, McGonagall chose the dough mixer.
Pour in the flour, pour the water, dry yeast in proportion... and then start it with one click.
As for the system, let him use his handcuffs and the like, all of them were made by Meg.
The times are advancing, and the machine as a good helper for human beings has the advantage of high efficiency and stability. Although this is an alternative, it is obvious that this scheme is more of a heart of McGonagall.
McGonagall tested it before, using the system's kneading machine to make the face, the effect is close to 99% of the high-level handcuffs.
Although he insisted on handcuffs, he made pizza, and he decided to choose to use the machine to treat the Western dessert with a more western-looking approach.
Bake a delicious durian pizza, which is very particular about the heat, but the oven is used, so you only need to adjust the time and temperature to make a qualified pizza.
McGonagall began to practice pizza in accordance with the steps in his mind, and he had already predicted that it would be a sleepless night of durian.
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Luodu, palace.
Above the tower, Andrei, wearing a Chinese costume, looked southwest and his brow wrinkled.
"Your Majesty, the Devil Islands are in a mess, and there are internal disputes. I am afraid that they have been unable to unite with each other. It is estimated that it is difficult to continue with our alliance. The forest of the wind is rebellious. It is enough to deal with internal chaos to make them feel bad. Do we need Looking for a reliable ally?
An old minister stood behind him, respectfully.
"The non-family has its own heart. The Los Angeles Empire has never had a truly reliable ally, but it is a friend who uses each other." Andrei smiled mockingly. "However, I am a little curious, who is it?" Stirring the situation. Is Alex and Irina? Or the restless guy in the city of chaos?"
"According to the investigation, Alex and Irina did appear on the island of fear, and Alex used the strange lightning magic to kill Bashir. But they should be for the rescue of the elves, those elves Was brought back to the city of chaos. There is no evidence that they are related to the battle between the Devil and the Flames of the Abyss," the minister replied.
"Since they are in the Devil's Islands, with Irina's character, how can they not be mixed? There is no evidence, it is the most suspicious evidence." Andre sneered.
"This..." The minister sighed and said: "Whether we want to tell the Flames and the Abyss and the Abyss and the Devils, if they have a truce, the main battle alliance may be able to reorganize."
"Since there is no evidence, what do you tell them?" Andre turned and looked at the minister and asked with some sarcasm. "And, the two races have already been labeled like that, knowing who is up is meaningless, they Just need to know that their patriarch is in the hands of the other party, that is enough for them to play for a few years."
The minister had some fearful bows.
"Loss Empire does not need allies, as long as the dragon does not go down to Long Island, this world, it will be mine sooner or later." Andrei chilled.
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The Elf is in the Embassy of the City of Chaos.
"This is the letter that the patriarch asked me to hand over to you. Our family is already at the crossroads. I hope that you can make a proper choice." Ingwi handed a letter to Blour, then the spotlight left. .
Broll looked at the familiar handwriting on the envelope, stood at the door for a while, turned to close the door.
There was an oil lamp on the desk of the room, and there was a small bed and two beds in the bedroom. Anna was lying in a small bed and was asleep.
Blour walked softly to the desk, reaching for a little on the envelope, a pale golden light flashed, and a layer of golden light film outside the envelope disappeared.
He opened the envelope and pulled out the pale yellow stationery inside.
"Blooll, I haven’t heard from you for a long time..."
After a quarter of an hour, Blull put down the stationery in his hand, his brow furrowed, and he fell into meditation.
The wind outside the window suddenly opened the window and a cold wind blew in.
Blour waved his hand, the window closed again, and the spread of the letter paper was smashed into a paper ball, and then turned into countless pieces of debris on the table.
A home book, a commission.
The survival of the family was on his shoulders.
Bloor smiled at himself with a self-deprecating smile. When did he start to have such ability, he was the useless son who made his father feel ashamed.
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Elf, the Brewster family territory.
In a castle, Eliot looked at Sally wearing a Chinese costume and standing at the window. His voice was low: "Sally, you should listen to the words of Helena High Priest and cancel the marriage contract with Blour. The Elf Queen is not. If you need a husband, this will make your rights dispersed."
Sally turned and looked at Eliot. "Is it? I remember that this marriage was made by my father. I said that Blour is a very good choice. Marry him, I can. Get happiness."
Eliot’s look was a bit unnatural.
That... it’s because the family’s situation was difficult, and it’s only time for you to marry Blour. He’s just a weak and useless guy. How can he deserve you? Tomorrow we will go to the Bebili family to retire this marriage contract. Before you officially enshrine the princess, you must draw a line with them. If they dare to resist, the high priest will help us to destroy their family. They are on the list. Above."
"No, I will not dismiss this marriage contract. I think that Blur is a brave elf. I am willing to marry him." Sally looked at Eliot and calmed her face.
Eliot’s face was faint, and the voice was aggravated:
Sally, for the benefit of the family, you must lift the marriage contract with Blour. He and you are not a world elf at all.

"My business, you don't need to be the master." Sally's voice also became cold.
"You!" Elliott raised his hand.
Sally looked at him coldly, not flashing, cold channel: "Three days later, I am an elf princess, father, remember your identity, this marriage contract, I will not lift."
Eliot trembled in the air and finally let it go.
Sally walked by him and disappeared at the door.