Chapter 2133: she is mine

"System, can you analyze the language that the leader just sang?" McGonagall asked in his heart while sitting on the carriage that was stopped.
While Vicky's previous singing was amazing, McGonagall became more and more curious about her identity.
The system gave him language packs of various races in the Nolan Continent, allowing him to understand dialects of all races unimpeded.
But he could not understand the lyrics sung by Vicky.
Of course, it is normal for some words to be unintelligible.
Like... The Yordle?
After listening, you can only exclaim: Damn it!
However, Vicky's previous chants are no longer in this sequence. The tone is low and emotionally sad. There must be content.
"This language is not in the range of the language database of this system, and cannot be queried or literally translated. It is not a language used by common races in the Norland continent." The system quickly replied.
McGonagall groaned: "Then you say he is a traverser, or a hidden race? Or is he running out of the ground like Xi?"
"50% of the hidden race, 30% of the traversers, 10% of the underground world, 10% of unknown existence." The system gave an analysis report.
"50% of the traversers, 10% of the hidden races, 30 from the underground world, 10% of unknown existence." This is my inference.
Judging from her awareness of copyright, McGonagall believes that she is definitely not an invisible race like Noah and others, and that she should have lived in a place with a higher degree of copyright protection.
The ancients have a very high level of technology, and they must have a matching copyright protection system.
And if she is a transgressive, language problem, and opera level beyond the level of Nolan mainland, it can also make sense.
Of course, it should not come from the earth.
"This girl, it's definitely not easy." McGonagall thought in his heart, which building to turn into an opera house.
In the current situation of the Black Cat Opera Troupe, it is difficult to even eat, let alone pay the rent of 50,000 copper coins.
Adhering to the concept of value investment, McGonagall has decided that if Vicky comes to him, he will build an opera house for them, but at the same time he will get part of the opera company's income in exchange.
In terms of Vicky's strength and the completion of Miss Black Cat's opera, he is confident that this opera troupe will be popular and profitable.
...
"Mr. Bobby, I am sorry to inform you that the Black Cat Opera Company still rejected our invitation to merge, and that woman tore my face." Pascal held his blood-stained face with a look anger.
The young man standing in front of him shook his head and said, "I sympathize with you, but Vicky is a gentle girl. You should not frame her like this."
"I..." Pascal was aggrieved. "You didn't see her crazy appearance! It was a lioness..."
Bobby took out a bag of silver coins and handed it to Pascal, and said indifferently: "This is your reward. You send part of it to the Black Cat Opera Troupe. They are very difficult now, but they have a lot of excellent actors, you know, this way. There are not many opportunities."
Pascal took the money bag, opened it, and his eyes lit up, and his expression immediately became more respectful. He nodded and smiled flatteringly: "I know, I will go to the Black Cat Opera Company again soon. , Let most of them become members of our Marca Opera Company."
"Remember, you can plunge the Black Cat Opera into a deeper quagmire, but you must never hurt Miss Vicky, she is mine." Bobby looked at Pascal with a hint of warning.
"I understand, I understand." Pascal put away the money, watched Bobby get into the car and left respectfully, and muttered: "Heh, I don't know what is good about that woman. She wants to be out of shape and has a bad temper. Spend so much money for her."
...
In the afternoon, McGonagall teaches Mara how to cook, drunkard peanuts.
This is a relatively simple dish, but it is still quite a challenge for Mara.
McGonagall demonstrates and teaches step by step, and finally uses a golden finger to point the maze. In the end, it takes an afternoon for Mara to master the practice of drunkard peanuts.
"Next is the time to master your proficiency. After going home, take time to practice more and master this dish as soon as possible." McGonagall grabbed a few slightly charred peanuts in a bowl and threw one in his mouth. The fire is still not good enough to control, it's a bit of that smell.
"Yeah." Mara nodded hard, her small face full of excitement.
This is the first dish she learned from Master. Although the cooking is not perfect, she feels that she has learned a lot.
"But Master, is this really peanuts made by a drunkard?" Mara couldn't help but asked the question she had hidden in her heart for an afternoon.
She doesn't think Master looks like an alcoholic? Why did it take such a strange name.
"No, this is the peanut that makes people eaten as a drunkard." McGonagall smiled and shook his head. "Because it's a drink."
"Oh... so it was." Mara suddenly felt a little different from what she had imagined.
"By the way, Mara, we have to go out tomorrow, maybe a few days, if a girl in a black dress comes to me, you can give me this thing to her, and then take her to house 101 ." McGonagall took a kraft paper bag and handed it to Mara.
"What's her name?" Mara took the paper bag.
"She's Vicky."
"Okay, I remember, I will stare here." Mara nodded seriously.
McGonagall didn't leave Mara for dinner, after all, there was an Effie waiting to be fed in her family waiting for her to go back to make dinner.
"If we are going back tomorrow, shouldn't we bring some gifts for my sisters?" Amy held the ugly duckling to McGonagall and asked with her head up.
"Yes, if Xiaomi didn't mention it, I would have forgotten it." McGonagall smiled and nodded, saying that it has been two weeks since their trip, and they should bring some gifts back to the girls.
In the evening, four new employees arrived early.
McGonagall arranged a job for them. Jones, who has experience in cash registering, will be responsible for the most important cashier's work, while the other three girls will be responsible for ordering, serving drinks and tidying the table.
The joining of new employees has made McGonagall's work much easier.
However, at the end of the evening, Jones looked at his tired colleague and couldn't help but whisper to McGonagall: "Boss...maybe we need more colleagues..."
The business of Saipan Tavern far exceeded their expectations, and it was not comparable to the tavern they had worked in before.
It is too difficult for the four waiters to revitalize such a tavern. Even if they are experienced, they often make mistakes on the job.
"Yes, I will continue to look for some candidates." McGonagall nodded, he also found the problem.
His mentality is still a little bit out of the Maimi restaurant model, always thinking that one employee can accomplish many tasks.
This is too much for the average waiter.