Chapter 1825: I was that

"Don't go." McGonagall shook her head. Although she didn't know where Irina got the news, she explained: "Andre just wanted to win me over, let me stand on his side again, and then started unbridled. Push the Nolan continent and build an unprecedented empire. "
McGonagall is a pacifist. Although he stands on the standpoint of mankind, this is just to return the pain of those years to the races that once oppressed humanity.
But once the war starts, there is no winner. Ordinary people and the soldiers rushing to the front are the victims.
Irina nodded slightly, seeming to anticipate McGonagall's answer, "Helena wanted to talk to me too."
This made McGonagall a little surprised. With Helena's character, it was not a person who would bow her head casually. Unexpectedly, she took the initiative to find Irina, "Are you going to go?"
"Yes." Irina nodded. "I will not agree to any of her conditions unless she abolishes the elven clan's family system and returns the elven clan to its own state, which is also a condition that she cannot promise."
"What else to talk about?"
"I just wanted to see her anxiously ruined and couldn't kill me." Irina smiled.
"I go with you?"
"That's not necessary, if you go, she won't dare to come." Irina shook her head.
"If they lay traps again and lead you into the urn."
"After you attracted the thunder and fried the octopus that day, I think no one should dare to do anything to me in a short time, otherwise Andrea would not lower his posture and want to see you in person. What is the situation of the elves today? Helena knows better than anyone else. "Irina smiled.
McGonagall nodded, and he knew how smart Irina was and would not let herself easily fall into danger.
"I only learned today that quite a few girls like you." Irina looked at McGonagall with a smile.
"It's not something I can control. It's like those men can't look away as soon as they see you." McGonagall shrugged helplessly and couldn't blame him for being too good.
"Jealous?"
"No, I'm ridiculous."
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Irina left after drinking a glass of water. In the past two days, the number of elves sent to the city of chaos has surged. Some things need to be handled by her personally.
McGonagall also followed the door and went to the blacksmith next door to take a look at Hannah and Mo Bai's progress.
"Boss, please come and see, are there any problems with these parts?" Hannah, whose face was full of charcoal like a little cat, saw McGonagall's eyes brighten as she came in and pulled him forward to the forging station before.
After frying the pan once, she has completely lost her confidence in her design, and now she just wants to be a salted fish with big boss's instructions.
Mo Bai also stopped the hammer in his hand and looked at McGonagall with anticipation.
McGonagall took a few simple parts of the forging table and carefully looked at it for a while, then measured it again with a ruler and nodded. "The process is rigorous, the size and material are no problem, these parts are qualified."
"It's great, we've been up all night!" Hannah jumped happily.
Mo Bai smiled and said: "Hey, Boss Mai, your design picture is really good, you can understand it at a glance."
"However, it's easy to draw, I like it, I like it too much." McGonagall's polite archer took the rainbow fart with pleasure.
After confirming that Mo Bai was able to make parts in accordance with the drawings, McGonagall didn't want to continue to stay in the sultry forging workshop, and left directly.
The stir-fried octopus whiskers and octopus are highly praised. Naturally, he and the system's old-time dominator sales plan must naturally pay close attention to the layout.
First of all, he needed a suitable shop as the first stall for octopus whiskers.
Secondly, he will also open up a chain of octopus fishing, transportation and sales from the endless sea to the chaotic city.
The octopus whiskers provided by the system can be directly delivered to the store, but once the business is opened, it will naturally attract others' attention. How to explain the source of the ingredients will become a hidden danger.
Faced with doubt, it was useless to just shout, "My Alex is not open!"
This is a business with a daily output of 100 tons. Even if a catty of octopus has to sell 50 copper coins, the running water of that day will also take 5 million copper coins.
"Selling vegetables is more profitable than cooking ..." McGonagall thought about it and pouted.
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Moulton Manor, Chamber.
Jeffrey took a sip of the tea cup and listened expressionlessly to Mrs. Denise's tearful tears. The Cyrillic family stood beside each other, with the same sad and sad face, as if they had suffered a great deal of wronged .
"Master, don't you know, as soon as she left the city of chaos, Geloria really regarded herself as the owner, and she gave us a commanding look along the way, even my grandmother, she didn't pay attention to it, you said ... How do you say I have suffered such grievances?
Even me is like this, our poor son, Cyril and his family have been miserably treated. Although she obeyed Gollia all the way, she never gave them a good look. She ate worse than the animals and almost drove them out of the mansion ...
You said ... you said that she is just an heir now, and she is already so merciless. If she really became the head of the family, this family, and where can we stay? Sir, you have to judge us. "Dannis said while wiping her tears.
"Grandfather, you have to judge us." Hetty and Herni cried, crying red eyes with chili.
Aviva also wiped tears aside, sobbing from time to time, pulling a little sense of presence.
Cyril didn't speak with his eyes closed, and the light in the corner of his eyes secretly observed the change in Jeffrey's complexion. He secretly admired his old lady's acting skills, and was able to talk about such out of nothing things in tears. .
"Finished?" Jeffrey, who said nothing from beginning to end, glanced at Denise, who was still wiping her tears, and asked coldly.
Denise was stunned, feeling that his mind was completely seen by Jeffrey, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and his voice was a little lower, "Master, I think you should think about the previous decision carefully, Cyril used to not Okay, but he already knows his mistakes now, and he will definitely correct them in the future. After all, he is your own son. Only men can support a family. "
"Did Goliath come back?" Jeffrey said towards the door.
"Master, Miss Goliath has just returned to the manor, and it should be back to Bieyuan for a rest." Manard stood at the door, respectfully.
"Let her come here," Jeffrey nodded slightly.
"Yes." Manard turned away.
"You have said so much, and you should ask Goliath to talk about it and see if it's really what you said." Jeffrey looked at everyone whose expression changed slightly, and smiled coldly.