Chapter 2271: She still wants to continue prostitution!

   "You...Have you really heard of the Black Cat Opera Troupe? And... he gave such a high evaluation!"
  It was Vicky's turn to froze and looked at McGonagall in disbelief.
  Although the Black Cat Opera Troupe has always been her pride, it is also a work that has been struggling for a long time.
   But from a rational point of view, before moving to Romo Street, the Black Cat Opera Troupe had no reputation at all. Even now, the situation is gradually opening up, and it is still a very small group of people.
  Can McGonagall even said that their Black Cat Opera Company is the best opera company on the Nolan continent? !
  This praise moved her! excitement! A bit ashamed...
  It’s just like the thing she cherishes the most. She has been questioned and ridiculed all the time, but she has been praised and appreciated by someone. This feeling of encountering a close friend has made her love McGonagall soaring.
   "Yes, I've heard that some people say that is the future of Nolan Continental Opera. Seeing you, I think what he said makes sense." McGonagall nodded with a Chen Ken.
  There may be only two opera troupes in Nolan Continent. Compared with the professional hypnotic opera troupe, the professionalism of the Black Cat Opera troupe is indeed out of its peers.
  Vickey looked at McGonagall and was so touched that she almost agreed.
  In her opinion, with McGonagall’s identity and status, she doesn’t need to lie or deceive her at all, so what he said is the truth.
  Since founding the Black Cat Opera Troupe, she has encountered many difficulties, heard countless rumors and frustrations, and suffered countless blows.
  At this moment, the person in front of her, the number one powerhouse in Nolan Continent, said that the Black Cat Opera Troupe was the future of Nolan Continent's opera, she believed.
   "It's hard to find a soulmate, this one, I toast you." Vicky held up the glass.
   McGonagall raised his glass and touched her.
  Vickie drank it quite boldly.
  Mag also drank all the wine in his glass, then took a few skewers of roast beef and put them in front of Vicky, "Don’t just drink, eat more barbecue..."
   Before McGonagall finished speaking, Vicky was already lying on the table.
  Meg: "..."
  The mood is almost brewing, and the wine is in place, and she is about to start talking, she is drunk?
   McGonagall suddenly felt like being baited.
  Xin glanced at Vicky, and then at McGonagall, who was frozen in her movements. The upturned corners of her mouth showed her mood, but the action of eating kebabs did not stop.
   McGonagall sighed inwardly, but still went to fetch a blanket and put it on Vicky.
  Facts have proved that some girls seem to be cheating on the surface, but in fact they are not so cheating.
  Of course, if you lie to other things, say another thing.
  Mag fills Xi with a glass of red wine, sits down again, and drinks while drinking.
  Xi did not intend to persuade him. This kind of boiled red wine has almost negligible alcohol content, and it should be no different from drinking plain water for Xi.
  If you really want to drink it, he might lose.
   "Why do you pretend not to know her?" Xi put down a bamboo stick that he had eaten in his hand, looked at McGonagall and asked, "You helped her at the beginning, did you know her identity?"
  Xin had sharp eyes and looked at McGonagall seriously.
"To be honest, before today, I thought you would bring a strong man over, so I specially prepared two boxes of Moutai." McGonagall smiled and glanced at Vicky lying on the table, "I I really took a fancy to her talent for helping her. Moreover, her help was also an investment. The money I paid was to think that she could give me a higher return. She has this ability."
   "It seems to be a coincidence." Xi looked back, and the polygraph told her that he was not lying.
   "It may also be fate." McGonagall shrugged.
  Xi picked up a bunch of meat skewers again, and said: "She also signed the confidentiality code. It is impossible for you to get the news from her to the dungeon."
  "Is there a rule in your code that you can't make friends with people from Nolan mainland?" McGonagall asked with a smile.
   "Yes." Xi nodded.
  Meg: "..."
   McGonagall knew that this was the rule the dungeon wanted to keep hidden, but still felt a little uncomfortable.
  However, the dungeon has more powerful strength and more advanced technology, but it has not enslaved the Nolan Continent, which is considered to be quite moral.
  After all, in science fiction movies, this kind of level gap is huge, but the two connected worlds often have some kind of master-servant relationship.
  The moral level of the ancient man makes him admire the earth.
"Actually, I have no malice. At least the impression of the dungeon is pretty good, and I don't want the various races of the Nolan Continent to accept the impact of civilization from the dungeon at this moment." McGonagall looked at Xi, and said calmly: " As an observer, you should be very clear about the living standards of Nolan Continent at this moment. It is not a good thing to let them know the existence of another world, even a few people."
   "I know you won't spread the news on purpose." Xi took a sip of wine, "So the underground city is not going to take other actions against you."
  "In the dungeon, the existence of Nolan Continent is a secret?" McGonagall asked again.
  "The secret of a few people." Xi nodded.
   McGonagall nodded thoughtfully. For the dungeon, Nolan Continent is like a novice village. Although there will be some bosses in the puppet, but relying on the powerful technology, it is enough to make them pretend.
  But people in the dungeon crossed borders did not happen frequently. Even aristocratic ladies like Vicky had to sneak into the Nolan Continent, and they were so miserable that they could not even afford to eat.
  The upper layer of the dungeon should have a certain tacit agreement with Nolan mainland’s policy, or be restricted by certain terms.
  Curious returns to curiosity. McGonagall has always restrained the idea of ​​allowing the two worlds to communicate.
  Lantist fell to the city by accident, and the dungeon was able to receive them but he did not expect it.
  The technological gap of tens of thousands of years has brought more than just a generation gap, and the continent of Nolan may fall into disorderly chaos.
  In contrast, letting the people of Nolan Mainland get on the Mercedes-Benz train first, let them watch the colorful picture books, and go to the cinema to watch a movie with food advertisements in their spare time, which is more practical.
  After eating this barbecue for more than an hour, McGonagall finally fry a steak for Xi, which is the end of the supper.
   "The barbecue is delicious, thank you for your hospitality." Xi wiped his mouth and looked at McGonagall.
   "You're welcome, have you thought about another free dish for life?" McGonagall asked with a smile.
  Xin thought for a while and shook his head, "I will think about it again."
When she only ate braised pork, she thought braised pork was the most delicious food in the world, and today she ate roast beef skewers and mutton skewers and thought they were also very delicious, and the final black pepper steak was even more tender. delicious.
  There are many, many dishes on the menu. She thinks it is a fertile land, it is worth spending time to cultivate and taste slowly, and then make a choice.
   "She still wants to continue to prostitute!" McGonagall made a judgment.