Chapter 2217: It's hard not to be tempted

  The delicious grilled chicken brought a great impact to Vicky and even made her a little bit out of control.
  The chicken swallowed, and she closed her legs suddenly, and two blushes rose on her face.
This……
  Too shame!
  As a young lady who has been educated by celebrities and has a very high level of education, she actually reacted like this in front of other men.
   "It's delicious?" Effie looked at her with a smile, and the first time she tasted Hades's dishes, her reaction was not much better than that of Vicky.
  The delicacies seem to have some kind of magical power. No matter what kind of self-control you have, you still can’t control yourself when you encounter it for the first time.
   "It's delicious." Vicky nodded, this is an undeniable fact.
   "Mr. Hades's cooking skills are really amazing. It's amazing." Vicky looked at McGonagall and said seriously: "If you open a restaurant anytime, please be sure to let me know."
   "Okay." McGonagall smiled and nodded.
  After eating grilled chicken and grilled fish, Vicky feels like a fickle woman, because her preferences seem to change at any time, and this change is only because of the taste of the next dish.
  Perhaps because the food is too delicious, the atmosphere of everyone’s dining is very harmonious, talking and laughing, the relationship has also become much closer.
   "Vicky, besides Miss Black Cat, does your opera company have any other operas?" Irina looked at Vicky and asked curiously.
   "Yes, I have prepared about five operas." Vicky nodded and shrugged a little helplessly, "But now because of the loss of opera actors, only Miss Black Cat can perform."
   "Did it be poached by the fat captain this afternoon?" McGonagall interrupted.
"Actually, I was not too angry about this. After all, they were starving to death with me. They went to him and at least had a bite to eat." Vicky smiled and said freely and easily: "Human, always Don’t let people starve to death for your dreams."
   McGonagall nodded, which is one of the reasons why he admires Vicky very much.
   "Speaking of the new script, I recently plan to write a script on the theme of this war." When it comes to opera, Vicky's eyes seem to flicker.
  "This war? What can be written? Harvest peach trees or glutinous rice?" Effie tilted his head.
   "The scene of everyone cutting down the peach trees and piled on the street is indeed a bit shocking, but next year, will we have no peaches to eat?" Mara also followed, but it was peaches that were regrettable.
  Meg and Irina smiled knowingly. For ordinary people, the most impressive thing in this war was naturally the vigorous seizure of peach trees and glutinous rice.
  Although it has been two days since the end of the war, the soldiers on the front lines may not have returned to their hometowns, and detailed news has only circulated among certain classes.
  However, the legend about Alex saving the market again has begun to circulate in major teahouses and restaurants. The arrangement is so good that even McGonagall couldn’t help but want to say: Good fellow!
  As a literary and artistic creator, Vicky probably heard some related news, and then developed the idea of ​​writing a script.
  "No, no, harvesting peach trees and glutinous rice is only part of the war. It can only be regarded as a small logistics scene. What is really exciting is the war on the polar ice sheet.
  You may not be able to imagine the scene of the army of millions of skeletons rushing, the dragons dropped a lot of explosives, and hundreds of thousands of human archers fired a rain of millions of arrows...The scenes were magnificent and beyond description!
Of course, the most shocking scene is that Alex slashes the bone dragon with a sword, then draws the devil into the formation with his body, and then cleverly uses the long-arranged teleportation formation to get out, successfully sealing the devil and ending the event Picture of war.
  Alex is so handsome! There is no second such man in the world! "
  Vickey was quite excited, and finally showed a bit of a fanciful look.
   "This Nizi, how can you know what's happening on the front line?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Vicky in surprise.
  The details are not bad, even the coalition soldiers on the front line, I am afraid that only a few know what he did.
  This is why the rumors in those teahouses are so outrageous.
  "Moved to him?" Irina looked at Vicky with a smile.
   "It's hard not to be tempted." Vicky nodded.
  Meg took a careful look at Irina, feeling a touch of danger.
Vicky quickly said again: "But of course it's impossible. Princess Irina is also super beautiful. You are on par with your sister. I am afraid that only a beautiful and powerful woman like her, and Alex It's a perfect match."
   McGonagall secretly relieved for this Nizi.
   "Really." Irina showed a smile on her face, and she pulled out half of the knife and put it back.
  Isn't it, she is the only one who can compare her beauty in this world.
   "Head, why do you know so much? You were absent two days ago. Didn't you go to the front line?" Mara asked with curiosity.
   Vicky's expression was slightly stiff, and she felt a little bit reckless. She said so many things that shouldn't be said. It would be a little troublesome if she wanted to come back.
   McGonagall and Irina exchanged glances, and their eyes showed a bit of playfulness.
"Ah...how is it possible, I can't even hold the sword, how can I run to the front to be cannon fodder." Vicky smiled awkwardly, and said: "I went home to visit relatives two days ago. , I just ran into an elder who went to the front line and came back and listened to him."
   "She is lying." Both McGonagall and Irina saw it.
  A person’s micro-expression will reveal many things.
  According to time, Vicky may indeed have appeared on the battlefield on the front line of the ice field, but I don’t know what identity she appeared in.
  But if she is a rich lady, why should she go to the front? This is not a joke, even the tenth-level strong may lose their lives.
   "So you plan to write a script related to Alex?" McGonagall asked with a smile, without going to reveal Vicky's words.
"I just think about it... After all, it is difficult to find someone who can play him, and the scene is too huge. You don't know how terrifying the devil is. I really can't reproduce it on stage." Shook his head.
   "Then if someone asks you to write a script, would you help write it?" Irina asked.
  "So far, not yet. After all, there are only two opera companies in Luodu. Of course, if there are interesting ideas and stories, I might try it out." Vicky smiled.
  Irina nodded slightly, probably knowing it in her heart.
  After dinner is over, Effie and Vicky leave. The Titan Tavern and the Black Cat Opera House will be open at night.