Chapter 2070: You are very wrong

"That's a very special tavern. The somewhat wretched-looking human male cooked a food called'drunkard peanuts' with an amazing flavor!
I can't describe the taste because I have never tasted it before.
It is so charming and so hard to resist.
Sorry, observers shouldn't describe it this way, but I really haven't found a suitable adjective now.
In addition, there is the wine called'Moutai' with an unpredictable name, but the taste is very mellow, the taste is smooth, the taste is sweet and sweet, and the alcohol content is very high, reaching 58%, which has a certain The hallucinogenic effect can also be called: drunkenness.
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Observer: Xi...Code: 9527
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[Discover the existence of advanced civilization on the Nolan continent, gender: unknown, race: unknown, strength: unknown.
Appearance resembles a human female, wearing a battle suit made of unknown metal.
It can eat human food normally and has good resistance to alcohol.
This higher civilization level exceeds 2050 on Earth. It is an unexplored race on the Nolan continent, with no reference information, or is related to the battle of the Fallen.
The host's strength is too low to capture it.
The system authority level is too low to be able to capture it.
It has been marked and will continue to be followed. 】
The God of Kitchen Development System reports.
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McGonagall looked at her with the alcoholic peanuts, drank a whole bottle of Moutai, and then opened the bottle of whiskey calmly.
"Has the drinking capacity of higher civilizations evolved along with it?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows, feeling a little misguided.
"Perhaps their bodies already have the ability to quickly break down alcohol." The system replied.
He poured a glass of whiskey, took a sip, frowned, glanced at the wine in the glass with some confusion, and then at McGonagall.
"The faint smoky taste is the characteristic of whiskey, not the quality of the wine. When you accept this setting, you will find that the wine is also fascinating." McGonagall explained with a smile.
It doesn't matter if the amount of alcohol is good. Drinking Moutai whiskey with it is infinitely powerful.
Xi thoughtfully, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.
Squinting his eyes slightly, I can feel the faint burnt aroma and smoky smell, like a wild horse running in the heart, it does have a different feeling and drinking experience from the previous bottle.
"Whiskey, good." Xi nodded slightly, put down the glass, and looked up at McGonagall.
McGonagall stared at her also calmly.
"Excuse me, did you activate any high-level machinery in the room 23 meters away from the tavern yesterday?" Xi asked, his voice like a cold electric current.
"Is it a machine? What is a machine?" McGonagall looked puzzled, showing the level of cognition that a foreigner should have.
Xi stared at McGonagall’s eyes for a while, confirmed that he was not lying, frowned slightly, and could only explain:
Machinery is a tool that can help people reduce the difficulty of work or save effort. It should be a large steel structure. Machinery, according to the surrounding residents’ reports, did you not feel the ground movement yesterday?"
"Of course I can feel the ground movement. The house vibrates obviously, and there are officials coming to inquire." McGonagall nodded and said with a frank expression: "But you are talking about the house next door to our house? That is indeed me. But it’s always vacant. If the girl wants to see, I can open the door for you."
"No, I've already read it." Xi shook his head slightly, but he was a little bit confused, and hesitated about whether he needed to search the human memory.
The polygraph showed that he did not lie, indicating that he did not know anything about the ‘nuclear’ powered machinery, and an ordinary human could not fool the polygraph.
"You're very welcome." McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly, and the subconscious contempt of the higher civilizations was fully exposed.
But she was attracted by the nuclear-powered printing press, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, McGonagall kept a hand and let the system transfer the printing press to the City of Chaos.
Then Xi stopped talking, and quietly finished the bottle of whiskey and three servings.
Although her expression remained high and cold, McGonagall could see from the frequency of her picking dishes that even the existence of advanced civilizations could not resist the temptation of food.
Hiccup~
Xi, who was about to check out, burped, which surprised her a bit.
As an extremely self-disciplined person, overeating has not happened to her for many years, and she did not expect to eat in a human tavern.
"Check out, please pack me a drunkard peanut." Xi took out the gold coin and put it on the table, looking at McGonagall.
"Okay." McGonagall found change, and packed him a peanut drinker by the way.
The other party drank two bottles of high-quality wine, and then everyone carried the packaged drunkard peanuts and prepared to leave.
McGonagall didn't ask a word.
He is not 100% sure to leave her behind, and he is not even sure that she will not send information back in real time during the battle.
Xi carried the alcoholic peanuts wrapped in kraft paper bags and walked towards the door.
There was a sudden sound of footsteps on the stairs.
McGonagall tilted his head and looked at Annie who appeared at the top of the stairs. His heart suddenly felt bad.
Xi stopped and turned around suddenly, her light green eyes staring sharply at the girl holding a picture album in her arms at the entrance of the stairs.
Annie also noticed Xi, and when she saw her staring at her, she gave a polite smile.
"This is my daughter Annie. She doesn't speak, but she likes to draw and she is cute, right." McGonagall smiled and introduced, walking to her side naturally, slightly to the side, making sure that she could be there. Respond to Xi's behavior as soon as possible.
"You are very wrong." Xi's gaze fell on McGonagall again, and a black heavy sniper full of technological sense appeared on his empty right hand.
McGonagall's eyelids jumped wildly, it was a more exaggerated sniper than Barrett, with tough lines, like a dark luster that could absorb light.
Without a stand, this thin woman was just holding it in one hand.
A woman in a white tight-fitting armor, holding a bag of alcoholic peanuts in one hand, and a black heavy sniper in the other.
This picture seems a bit funny, but McGonagall feels extremely strong danger.
He couldn't determine whether his sword was faster or her gun was faster.
Annie was beside him, Amy was still upstairs, and he couldn't get out.
"I'm just a wine seller, and I don't understand what you are talking about." McGonagall said as calmly as possible.
"No, you have seen Cthulhu, you are already dirty." Xi shook his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Annie, frowning: "And she also has the breath of Cthulhu, and it is extremely rich."