Chapter 1619: Is this the feeling of the same kind?

"Ok?!!"
Angela stared at Meg, and she didn't think of the words she wanted to hear. So simple, she said it from Meg's mouth.
"A...shellshell?" Angela tried to restrain her emotions and stared at Meg's eyes and asked, "When did you go?"
"Forgot, my person is not very good at remembering." McGonagall shook his head slightly, the contract had already arrived, the confidentiality agreement had been signed, and now the initiative is in his hands, even if Angela knows something, it also needs to be contracted. Bondage, can't just say it.
"What do you do to go to the shell island? I heard that it was a very messy island and there was nothing special about it." Angela pretended to be curious.
"This is it." McGonagall looked at Angela and smiled. "It's a secret."
"Ah! This guy!" Angela looked at Meg's face with a bad smile, annoyed to take a chair on his face, feeling the answer was coming out, but he was Stuck.

I used to stay in Capitol for a while, there was a restaurant called Ai Crayfish, and the owner was Hades. The crayfish and stuffed beer he made was exactly the same as I had at the Mimi restaurant. I want to ask, do you know?" Angela was too lazy to bend around and looked at McGonagall.
"Hades? He is my apprentice." McGonagall nodded.
"apprentice?"
"Yes, there was a young lobster geek who came across the ocean and asked me... Hey, he was a teacher, and he was sincere, so I accepted him as a disciple, taught him three crayfish practices, and brewed beer. The law, but it is everywhere to show off cooking, I see that it is difficult to teach, drive it out of the division, and order him to not mention the teacher, this has been for many years." McGonagall said with a look .
"But, I think his age seems to be bigger than you?" Angela asked with some uncertainty and asked McGonagall.

If cooking is related to age, is the dragon family not a chef?
McGonagall asked.
"No... I mean, boy?"
"He grows fast and grows old." McGonagall coughed.
Angela looked at McGonagall and was dubious. She always felt that something seemed a little bit wrong, but she couldn’t say where it was wrong.
"Speaking, I haven't heard from him for many years. I don't know how he is now? Can you still sell shrimp?" McGonagall asked, a singer who cares about the apprentice.
"I want to ask you." Angela rolled her eyes and shook her head. "He was overthrown in the restaurant in the shell island, and people were missing."
"Oh, it seems that we have two men and women, I am afraid there is no chance to see you again." McGonagall sighed and was hurt.
"Is he really the master of Hades's boss?" Angela looked at McGreg, who looked a little stunned, and began to accept this somewhat strange setting. She even felt that she had mentioned the past that she should not mention, and that McGonagall was somewhat frustrated. Shrugged: "Sorry, I don't seem to mention this person."
"It doesn't matter. If you don't mention it, I forgot that I still have an apprentice. Anyway, the past will pass. Apprentices will always have it." McGonagall regained the smile of the sun, not thinking. Waving his hand.
"Ha?" Angela blinked, a little bit not coming back.
"Do you have any plans to come to the city of chaos? Any expectations for this job?" McGonagall turned a topic, and some curiously asked Angela.
When she suddenly left the shell island, she took away all the succubus on the shell island, wondering if she had the idea of ​​the succubus in the city of chaos.
"I think the city of chaos is a very interesting and special city, so I plan to live here for a while." Angela nodded and thought a little bit, saying: "As for work, at least one year will be maintained."
"Well, it's good." McGonagall nodded. He didn't want to hire another day trip employee. After getting Angela's promise, he got up and said: "You are free, I will go to nap for a while."
"Is it over?" Angela stood up and there was no point in returning.
"Well, you are a qualified interviewer. When you meet me, you will naturally become simple." McGonagall said with a smile and turned to the floor.
"It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with it." Angela regained her seat and took a cup of warm water to suppress her pressure. From today, she is also a boss.
Before entering the bedroom, Meg went to the study and looked at Hanna, who was still drawing carefully. Some of the messy and greasy hair was hung with a pencil, Hannah, a pair of slippers on her feet, and a bite in her mouth. The pencil is being carefully thought out.
Turning a top winemaker into a first-line drawing dog, McGonagall suddenly had a bit of conscience.
What a beautiful and beautiful youth, why should you learn to draw pictures?
Hannah, who heard the sound, looked up and saw Meg, standing at the door, brighten her eyes and waved: "Boss, come over and help me see if this picture is a problem?"
McGonagall went over and solved Hannah's problem in a simple and straightforward way. By the way, she pointed out several obvious mistakes in the design, and then left with the gaze of Hannah's worship.
"Too good, the boss solved the problem that I have been unable to understand for the past two days. Now I only need to complete the overall planning, then I can start to try to build a prototype." Hannah picked up a cup of soaking mug. One bite, once again, enthusiasm and high investment into the work.
In the evening, Mia came to the restaurant one after another and saw Angela sitting in the restaurant, all showing a bit of surprise.
"To introduce to you, this is Angela, the new staff of the restaurant." McGonagall got up and introduced.
"Hello everyone, I am Angela. I am working in the restaurant from today. I hope everyone can take care of it." Angela looked at the crowd with a smile and said, the girls who were on the scene, the eyes were getting brighter, my God? This is what the fairy restaurant, the waiter Miss sisters have grown so beautiful! I was too concerned about crayfish, but I didn't notice it.
"Why is this fascinating succubus, a smell that makes me feel familiar? Could it be, she is also..." Camilla looked at Angela, her eyes slightly picked up, revealing an unusual feeling.
"She..." Angela's gaze fell on Camilla's body, and it also revealed a trace of doubt. The other party seemed to be a vampire demon, elegant and beautiful, but the gas field she radiated, but other Miss Sister is totally different, "Is this the feeling of the same kind?"
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