Chapter 2121: Are you a god?

The Titan Tavern was brutally robbed by mobs, and the owner Effie was taken away and experienced a night of fright. The news still spread in the tavern circle.
Fortunately, after the Titan Pub closed for a day, it immediately resumed business, and the owner's complexion also looked good, which was a relief to the drinkers.
"Miss Effie is fine. I heard the news the day before yesterday. I didn't sleep all night, for fear of something accidental." Marcus looked at Effie with some relief.
"Worry the president." Effie smiled and poured wine on several fine wine association organizers.
Fergus said with a look of indignation: "Boris is a real scumbag. We still think that he is promoting the development of winemaking, and awarded him the silver award."
The faces of the people at the same table are similar.
When the news that the murderer was Boris first came out, everyone didn't believe it.
It wasn't until Boris's several pubs were closed, and the news of Boris's suicide was confirmed, and the matter spread in the circle.
Effie's life experience is pitiful enough, and his parents died in a robbery.
And Boris actually did the same thing to Effie at the expense of hiring a murderer in order to seize the formula of the Titan, and let the nightmare repeat itself.
Fortunately, the Efiji people's destiny turned out to be good, and the murderer was punished.
Effie smiled and drank a glass of wine with everyone, and then went hurriedly.
She knew in her heart that it was not because of a lucky person, but because she happened to meet Mr. Hades.
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At the end of business hours, McGonagall cleared the last few guests and was about to close the door. He saw Xi who was standing outside the door at some unknown time.
McGonagall looked at her for a moment and said, "Want to come in for a drink?"
"it is good."
Xi's answer was still cold and simple, and he passed by McGonagall and walked into the tavern.
Irina had already done the cleaning work for the tavern with magic, Amy fell asleep on the chair in the counter holding the ugly duckling, and Annie had just taken out the brush and picture book from under the counter, ready to start the evening work.
"She wants to drink some wine." McGonagall and Irina explained.
"What to drink?" Irina looked at Xi and asked, entertaining guests like a lady boss.
"Moutai." Xi said.
Irina took a bottle of Maotai from the wine cabinet, waved gently, and landed on the table in front of Xi.
"Thank you." Xi took a seat directly and said, but his eyes fell on Annie.
Annie subconsciously hugged the picture album in her arms, instinctively afraid.
"Annie, you can go upstairs to paint first, but you have to go to bed early tonight." McGonagall stepped forward, just blocking Xi's eyes, and said to Annie with a smile.
Annie nodded obediently, and ran upstairs holding the picture book and paintbrush.
"What do you want to order?" McGonagall asked with a smile, turning around to look at Xi.
He knew that Xi had no malice towards Annie, otherwise he would not give him the ring.
At present, the ancients have not come to the door to take Annie away, which makes his favorability for Xi stay at the stage of ‘guest’.
And last time on the ice sheet, Xi was a life-saving grace for them, so he should do a few snacks.
Xi glanced at the menu on the wall, then calmly said: "I want it all."
"This is really an adult's willful words." McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't refuse Effie's request, preparing to enter the kitchen to cook.
"That..." Xi's voice sounded again.
McGonagall stopped, a little surprised by the calm tone, for the first time there was a strange fluctuation.
Xi Xi still said with an indifferent expression, "Broiled pork, would you do it?"
"Broiled pork? I will." McGonagall nodded, looking at Xi strangely.
It seems that Annie's comics are so powerful that she can even let Xi take the initiative to bring up the braised pork.
There was a hint of surprise in Xi's eyes, but she was soon hidden by her, and he thought a little: "Then add another braised pork."
"Broiled pork, that would have to wait a while," McGonagall said.
Braised pork is not difficult to make, but it takes time to stew slowly. It is not a dish that can be served casually.
"It's okay, I have time." Xihao said in his spare time.
"But I want to sleep." McGonagall frowned.
Xi was taken aback for a moment and looked at McGonagall. Does this guy actually want to reject himself?
"Let's do that, or you can take a battleship and exchange me for a braised pork." McGonagall said in a negotiated tone.
"Impossible." Xi said coldly without thinking.
This human being is simply wishful thinking, trying to use a portion of food in exchange for the most advanced battleship of the ancients.
"It's okay to change to a main ship gun, the one that retreated Cthulhu." McGonagall lowered his request.
Xi just looked at him quietly, and didn't even bother to speak.
"Don't use electromagnetic guns, even ordinary main guns will do." McGonagall didn't want to give up, after all, this was a reward that the system couldn't give him.
The technological level of the ancients far surpasses the Nolan Continent, and is also far above the earth. Just get a main gun to deal with the undead army is also a direct combat power.
"You are a human knight, she is a magician, you get the main gun, and it can't be used." Xi said.
"Then you look down on me a little bit, don't you just shoot a gun? Look down on who." McGonagall curled his lips.
Irina gave her a white look, her cheeks flushed, and she didn't know what she thought of.
"I said that the existence of the ancients must be hidden from others. Do you think it is reasonable for the ship-based main gun to appear in this world?" Xi said while looking at McGonagall.
McGonagall said with a serious look: "Any powerful attack from the strong is reasonable. In the big deal, I will carry it on my shoulder as a personal weapon, which is very reasonable."
Xi's brows frowned slightly, it seemed a bit hard to imagine that scene.
"The Legion of the Undead is a lifeless existence. They will neither fear nor fear death.
But even if the various races of Nora Continent formed a coalition, the warriors who went to the north to stop the undead army from going south would be followed by families. If they died on the battlefield, it would not be a simple number, but a broken family. .
If I can, I want to add some strength to the coalition. Even if it just kills more undead, maybe the coalition can kill fewer warriors. "Meg said seriously.
Xi looked at McGonagall's gaze, showing some respect for the first time, but still coldly said: "I want to taste it first to see if the braised pork is worth a main gun."
"Okay, please wait a moment." McGonagall's eyes lit up and he turned and walked into the kitchen.
When she nodded, he knew that the main gun was on the scene tonight.
He wants a powerful individual combat weapon, but also an alluring bait.
"I was moved by him?" Xi frowned slightly, feeling as if he had stepped into some trap.
"Are you a god?"
Irina sat down in front of her, looked into her eyes and asked.