Chapter 1722: Who can bear it!

City main house, secret room.
"The peace conference of various races is about to be held. In the near future, the situation on the mainland of Nolan has undergone tremendous changes due to the disruption of Irina and Alex. The demon and orc races who had been in the main battle have fallen into chaos, and the neutral elves are taking care of themselves At present, only the Los Empire has preserved its full strength. This is undoubtedly good news for us. "Roland gently tapped the map on the table in front of his finger.
"I just received a letter from the Dragons today. They asked our city of chaos to preside over a race of various races before the peace conference, and exchanged in advance, hoping to reach a new peace agreement on the peace agreement." Michael pushed a letter with the mark of the golden dragon claws in the direction of Roland.
"The Dragons have always been neutral, why did they make such a request?" Roland showed a hint of surprise, and picked up the letter on the table and opened it.
At half a moment, Roland put down the letter in his hand and looked a little dignified: "It seems that the dragons already know the existence of the devil."
Michael's expression was not easy, and he shook his head slightly: "It's unclear how much they know about it. Instead of being a devil, I think that Alex's title of" old ruler "is more accurate. These The terrible guys who have survived from ancient times once dominated our world, and now they are still trying to break free of the seal and re-dominate our world. "
"If those guys knew the horrors of the old dominators, maybe they wouldn't want to start a racial war again because of a little bit of territory."
"You want them to see the guy in person?" Michael's eyes lightened, and hesitated again.
Roland nodded: "We can hold a secret meeting of various ethnic groups in advance at the request of the Dragons. Only after experiencing real fear, they may know the preciousness of peace, and what we the ethnic groups of the Nolan continent are going to face. Terrible enemy. "
Michael thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay, I'll draw up an invitation letter now and invite representatives from all ethnic groups to come to the closed meeting."
"This time, do it with Boss Mai?" Roland asked.
"I think he will agree." Michael smiled.
...
McGee coaxed Amy to sleep, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out of the window, her face anxious.
Irina's journey to the Forest of the Wind was tantamount to stepping into a tiger's lair in Longtan. Although Azi was with her, he was still reassured.
But with her temper, he couldn't stop it.
"Worried about me?"
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
McGondon froze slightly and turned to look at Irina, who appeared in the room, and nodded honestly.
"Well, am I so weak? Do I need to worry about going home?" Irina pouted.
"It seems that my worries are indeed superfluous." McGonagall smiled, and Irina should have no direct confrontation with Helena, no injuries on her body, and said, "Are there any gains?"
"No goddess of life was found, and Xiaoshushu didn't know how to find her." Irina shook her head slightly. "However, I had a brief exchange with the queen, and she provided me with some news about the gods, and she said After the war with the devil, the gods fell into a deep sleep. When the devil awakens, he must wake them up to save the world. "
"Sleeping? Wake up?" McGonagall frowned.
"Yes, she said that the goddess of life slept in the tears of the moon."
"Tears of the moon?" McGonagall frowned deeper.
"I haven't heard of this place, but I may get some information from the city's main government." Irina waved a hand, and there was a pile of ancient books on the ground. "These are the ones I brought out of the elven library. Some of the ancient books are related to matrix formations. I'm not interested in this and I don't know if it can help repair the matrix formations. "
"You can send them over, and it will be good to have a little effect." McGonagall nodded.
"Then I'll go." Irina nodded and waved her hands. The ancient books on the ground were a dozen missing, and her figure disappeared with a golden light.
"It's really popular." McGonagall shrugged and took a hot bath with confidence.
When he came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, Irina was standing by the window with a glass of wine.
"You said, is it a tiring thing to carry the rise and fall of a race on your body?" Irina said lightly, without turning back.
"Maybe." McGonagall looked at Irina and nodded slightly. "That's a heavy responsibility."
"It's annoying, but I tried everything to get rid of this responsibility." Irina smiled with a little self-deprecation, and suddenly looked at McGonagall. "But now, it seems like I want to pick it up again?"
"You've picked it up since you decided to form the night elves." McGonagall looked at her with a smile, "This time, I'll carry it with you."
"How to carry it?" Irina took a step closer, her red lips like wine in a glass, exhaling a warm breath, with a slight aroma of wine.
Meg took a deep breath, reached out to pick up an ancient book from behind her, and said earnestly: "I'll stay up all night to see the ancient books, and maybe I can find some information about the moon's tears and the sleeping of the gods from inside."
"Damn!" Irina watched as she entered the study room with the book, closed the door by the way and locked McGonagall, stomping angrily.
"Who can handle this!" McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief against the door, whispering slightly slightly proudly: "I almost hit the road. Fortunately, I stay awake. If there is a second child at this time, then It's really over. "
...
Early the next morning, McGonagall was welcoming Michael as he was still preparing for the opening.
"The city owner came early to visit, I don't know what to do?" McGonagall looked at Michael with a bit of surprise.
"Mr. Mai, this is the case. I want to have an important meeting with your Maimi restaurant in three days. Maybe?" Michael said with a smile while watching McGonagall.
"Important meeting?" McGonagall wondered that the various ethnic peace conferences should be fifteen days later, and that conference of that specification could not be held in Maimi Restaurant. What is this important meeting of Michael?
"Yes, our city's main government intends to hold a closed-door meeting of various ethnic groups in advance to discuss peace negotiations in advance." Michael lowered his voice slightly, and quietly put a secret letter into his In the pocket.
McGonagall glanced at Michael, apparently this was the important news that Dicks had notified him. After a moment's thinking, he smiled and nodded: "Okay, in this case, the vacation date of Maimi Restaurant will be the city owner after three days Reserved. "
(End of this chapter)