Chapter 1442: Burn the heresy!

"Mother, this is the owner of the Mimi restaurant. I just met the bad guy on the road. They saved me." Kelly explained quickly.
"You, this child, sneak out and sneak out, your brother should eat sugar, and buy it tomorrow." The middle-aged woman looked at Kelly's red face, red eyes, and looked distressed: " If you have something wrong, what can I do with your father?"
The man turned and went in and took the kitchen knife out. He looked at Kelly with a red face: "Where is the bastard, dare to bully my daughter, I am going to fight with him!"
"The bad guy is dead," Amy said.
The man and the woman glanced at each other and looked at Meg. Their eyes were a little different.
"Thank you very much for saving Kelly. Please come in and sit for a while." The woman quickly looked at Meg and they bowed deeply and gratefully.
"I... I am going to buy some wine back." The man took the kitchen knife behind him and scratched his head.
"No, we just met when we passed by, did something to do." Meg smiled and shook his head, then said: "The guy deserves to be deserved, you don't have to be afraid, but since the dead, the Grey Temple and the City House There will definitely be an investigation there. If you find them, let them go directly to the Meme restaurant and look for me."
McGonagall refused the warm invitation of the Kelly family. After Kelly entered the room and changed clothes, she took back her coat and left with Amy and Connie.
"Are you going out to practice the drill?" McGonagall looked at Connie in a black night dress and asked curiously.
Connie nodded proudly. "Yes, Master said, it is not meaningful to continue to practice sneak in the Bastig prison. So let me come to the north of the city to find some dregs for practical training. Count this today, I Ten slags have been killed for girls."
"It turns out that." McGonagall is a bit strange about Rex's training methods, but training can also kill the people, but it is also a good way.
"Sister Connie, you are so great." Amy erected a thumb, and then some eager to try: "Can you bring me next time? Fight bad guys, I am super fierce!"
"This..." Connie was a little hesitant and looked at Amy. "Although I want to bring Xiaomi, I am running on the wall, I am afraid you can't keep up."
"It doesn't matter, you run on the wall, I can fly." Amy opened her hands, a pair of translucent wings appeared from behind her, and the wings flew gently, and the body flew up, very smart. Turning around Connie, he smiled and said: "You see, is it super convenient?"
"Wow, is Xiaomi a little flower fairy? This wing is awesome." Connie was surprised and envious of Amy, who hovered in the air by her wings, and nodded: "If that's the case, then There is no problem at all."
"Millet, come down." McGonagall waved to Amy.
Amy put away her wings and just fell into the arms of McGonagall and was hugged by him.
"The wings can't be used casually." McGonagall whispered, and some vigilantly looked around. Amy's wings came from the Pope's gift, although the current sect's influence in the Los Angeles Empire is not too big, but this supernatural The gift is more like coming from another level, so he does not want Amy to show his presence in front of others.
"Oh." Amy shrugged her shoulders, a little lost, but soon looked at Connie again: "But I still have a hot wheel, although I looked at it a bit at night, but keep up with Connie's sister. Speed ​​is also completely ok."
"Okay, then we will act together tomorrow." Connie nodded with a smile.
McGonagall looked helplessly at the two people who had beaten the bad guys. With such a positive energy agreement, he was too embarrassed to stop. He went to the big street and looked at Connie. "Are you going back with us or continue to try?"

"It's too early, I'm not at all sleepy, and this time is just the peak period of those haunts, I plan to guard this area for a while, boss, you go back first." Connie shake Shaking his head, jumped a little on the high wall, and waved at Meg, they quickly disappeared into the night.
"I..." Amy's eyes chased Connie away and opened her mouth to talk.
"You want to go back to sleep, and you have to go to class tomorrow." McGonagall held Amy and continued to move forward.
Soon after, Meg stopped a bright carriage and took the carriage back to the restaurant, just meeting Irina who came back from the outside.
"Mother's adult." Amy loosened Meg's hand and threw herself into Irina's arms.
Irina picked up Amy and then looked at McGonagall and said, "Hungry."
"I am also hungry." Amy raised her hand.
"Well, I am going to make a nightingale for you." Maggie smiled and opened the restaurant door. After two cups of warm water were given to them, they entered the kitchen and began to get busy.
Amy Yiyi was in the arms of Irina, and she went to Jessica’s birthday tonight, and said that she had met the bad guys.
"Oh, there are so many bad guys in the city of chaos, it’s interesting." I heard the words of Amy, and Irina was also bright.
"Mother, then, do we have to team up to fight bad guys?" Amy was eager to try.
Irina nodded. "Well, it's better to go to the bad guys when we call everyone in the restaurant. It's an early exercise."
"This is a good proposal." McGonagall explored his head from the kitchen, so he did not think of it in a constructive way. After thinking about it, he said: "If this is the case, are we not? Need uniform clothing and a name for the team that pulls the wind?"
"Isn't it a bad guy, do you need to be so exaggerated?" Irina smiled a little, then said: "Is it better to call a heresy trial?"
"Fff group?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows. "So, do we still need to prepare black robes and death sickles?"
Irina imagined and nodded. "It sounds like a good look."
"What about the slogan?"
"Burning the heresy!" Amy raised the torch.
"Hey? This sounds like a pretty good look." Irina’s eyes lit up. "So, should we grab all the and burn it?"
"So they don't dare to hurt the innocent young lady." Amy nodded.
Meg's mouth smiled, returned to the kitchen to continue cooking, armed shock, is the greatest deterrent to the slag, when necessary, it should give them a little color.
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Early the next morning, the people of the Grey Temple came.
"Mr. McGonagall, an orc died yesterday in the north of the city. According to our investigation, you and your staff may be involved. I hope that you can cooperate with our investigation." A young gray temple inspection team member looked at the door. Said McGonagall.