Chapter 2008: Are you teaching me to do things?

The two children ate side dishes with warm milk and swayed from side to side under the warm yellow light, and laughed like silver bells from time to time.
McGonagall sat aside, throwing a peanut into his mouth from time to time, with a glass of beer on hand, and the old father's smile appeared on his face.
On the first day of opening, a guest was received.
At nine o'clock, McGonagall opened the door and walked out. A cold wind blew him, making him shocked.
There are only a few scattered pubs on the street that are still open. Among them, the Titan Pub diagonally opposite has the best business. At this time, you can still hear the noise faintly, while the other pubs and Saipan pubs The situation is similar, it is estimated that there are more staff than customers.
There was not even a ghost in the dark street, only the cold wind howled.
With such a flow of people, McGonagall couldn't help but admire the stores that were still sticking to it. This was really lonely.
"Business is over." McGonagall flipped the wooden sign hanging on the door and turned off the sign light by the way. The business ended on the first day.
Although only one order was opened, the turnover reached 2030 copper coins, which should surpass many of its peers on Romo Street.
And just as McGonagall thought, opening a tavern here can indeed meet some officials of the Lowes Empire, and perhaps they can learn some useful information from them.
"Okay, it's getting late. The two little princesses should go upstairs to wash and sleep." McGonagall locked the door and smiled and said to the two little guys who were playing the rope flipping game.
"Okay." Amy put the wool that she had untied into a knot on the table and jumped off the chair. She has almost no talent for turning the rope.
Annie also stood up, reached out her hand to pick up the messy wool, flipped her fingers quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the messy knot was untied and turned into a wool again, and she was wound around it a few times. Wrap it around your wrist.
McGonagall told the two little guys a bedtime story, and when they all fell asleep, they quietly pushed out the room and closed the door.
Just as he was about to go to wash and sleep by himself, there was a sudden knock on the door downstairs.
Nine shallows and one deep, ah yeah, nine light and one heavy, are familiar rhythms.
McGonagall went downstairs to open the door, and saw Noah holding Merant with a nervous look, and quickly turned sideways to let them in.
Going out to clean up the blood around the tavern, McGonagall returned to the tavern, closed the door, and looked at the pale Melant and Noah who were sitting on the chair, and frowned slightly: "What? Happening?"
"Blame me, I'm a fool. Grandpa was seriously injured to save me. I'm useless!" Noah slapped himself, angry and annoyed.
"I...I'm okay..." Merant reached out and held Noah's hand with a little breath.
"Grandpa, don't move." Noah quickly supported him and looked at McGonagall and pleaded: "Boss Mai, please save my grandpa."
"Don't worry, I'll call in the medic." McGonagall reassure Noah a little, and turned upstairs.
Melante is seriously injured, and since he can only post Bundy's medical skills, I am afraid he can only be sent on the road.
Fortunately, there is a super medical soldier upstairs, but he is drunk now, he is not sure whether he can wake her up.
McGonagall opened the door and saw that Irina, who was originally lying on the bed, had already lay on the ground at some point, lying on her back, with a pillow lying in her arms.
"Sure enough, no matter how beautiful a person is, as long as they are drunk, they will still do some uncontrollable things." McGonagall muttered in his heart, took out the fresh apple juice bought from the system, and stepped forward to help Irina stand up.
"Thirsty...water..." Before McGonagall could say anything, Irina herself said in a daze.
"Here, water." McGonagall handed the apple juice forward quickly.
Irina grabbed the apple juice in one hand and poured it with her head up.
"It's delicious, thank you." Irina squeezed the cup into McGonagall's hand precisely, and was about to go back to sleep.
"Wait a minute, there is a severely wounded person downstairs in urgent need of treatment, or you can give her a treatment first before going to bed." McGonagall quickly supported her to prevent her from falling.
"Wounded?" Irina turned her head to look at McGonagall, much more sober than before.
"Yes, if you don't save it, you'll die." McGonagall nodded, and was determined not to let her drink Moutai next time, at most wine and beer.
"Help... help me up." Irina ordered.
McGonagall picked her up quickly.
"Wait...Wait for me to change my clothes." Irina turned to look at the closet.
"You don't need to change it. That's good. I'll just give you a coat." McGonagall took the down jacket from the side, wrapped it directly on her, and then helped her downstairs.
Downstairs, Noah was already anxious like an ant on a hot pot.
Merant was calmer, putting a few talisman on himself, leaning on the chair without showing the slightest pain on his face, and comforting Noah by the way.
McGonagall came downstairs with Irina, and Noah hurried forward.
"You can't do it?" Irina squinted slightly and looked up and down Noah.
"No... it's not me, it's my grandfather." Noah shook his head quickly and smelled the smell of alcohol on Irina. Seeing her completely drunk, she couldn't help but feel a little worried. Is this really still a spell?
"Here." McGonagall directly helped Irina to come to Melante.
"You throw it away." Irina took away McGonagall's hand and began to look at Melant.
"Boss Mai, can it work?" Noah walked to McGonagall's side and whispered with concern.
"It should be no problem." McGonagall didn't know.
Merant's injury was very serious. There was a big hole in the lower abdomen, and the flesh and blood disappeared together, as if it was directly penetrated by some sharp weapon, and he turned around extremely viciously, chewing the flesh and blood and took it away.
In addition, there are several other injuries on his body, including magic and sword injuries.
"Isn't this dead?" Irina looked at it for a while, tilted her head and looked at Merant with surprise.
"Have you asked me that?" Melant, who was still breathing, blushed, almost vomited blood and died on the spot.
"My lord, please help my grandpa," Noah pleaded.
"All right." Irina reached out and a folding chair appeared in her hand.
"Ok?"
Everyone in the tavern stared.
"Oh, I got it wrong." Irina threw the folding chair aside, and then took out the wizard staff.
"Holy light, cleanse all the dirt and darkness." Irina raised the mage staff and hid.
The dazzling light fell on Melant's body.
"what"
Merant let out a painful roar, and all the charms on her body burned.
"Using the wrong magic?! How can I use the Holy Light to heal the wounds?! Healing should be used!" Noah was surprised, wanting to stop him.
"Are you teaching me to do things?" Irina looked sideways at him.