Chapter 488: Selling food, first come to a Jay Chou music package

The carriage stopped in front of the Elves Embassy, ​​and Ingway and Blour had just got off the carriage. A middle-aged elf stepped forward and handed a letter to Ingway, whispering: "Adult The secret letter from the family, the fast eagle sent to the rush, should be something important."
The middle-aged elf looked at Blool with some curiosity. This beautiful girl has never seen it. How can she get off the carriage with the Ingwi adults?
The envelope with the magic seal was untied in the hands of Ingway. Ingwi took out the stationery for a while, and changed his face when he looked at it. He looked at Brewer: "Three... Miss Shelly, come over with me, I There is something to tell you."
"Okay." Blull nodded slightly, and some curiously followed Ingway to go inside.
"What happened in the family?" Into the room, Bloor asked curiously.
"Look at it yourself." Ingwi handed the letter paper directly in his hand.
"Irina Princess has gone out of the hole! And I am in the city of chaos! Good heartache, I actually missed such an important thing!" Blour took the letter and looked at it, suddenly squinting at his heart. Said.
"Isn't this a key point at all? The Hubert family of the Kroll family was killed, the Queen's Majesty changed the Elf Code, and abandoned slavery. These are huge impacts on the elves' families, and may even shake us. The foundation, the three young masters, these are the things that a qualified successor should first see." Ingwi said that some of the hateful irons were not steel, and said that Blour said.
"Is it? I think you have misplaced the key points. The family of the Elf family began to appear slowly after the end of the race war. Then, after several reforms by Helena, it became the current family of divided elves. The situation, what is your so-called foundation is the foundation accumulated in these decades? I think that Helena and the major families have completely subverted the most original foundation of the elves. For thousands of years of free and comfortable life, it is the real life of the elves. "The roots." Blull looked at Ingwei and smiled and shook his head. He continued: "Do you know why Princess Irina has so many followers and supporters in the elves? Not because of her strength. How powerful, but we saw in her body what the elf should look like, noble and elegant, free and easy, free and unconstrained."
Ingwei looked at the slightly ridiculous smile on Bluer's face and fell into silence. After a while, he said: "This is the trend of the times. All the races are doing the same. Let the elves become stronger and stronger. Protect the more elves from slavery when the disaster strikes."

When you enslave them, tell them that this is to protect them from slavery? Then they will be sent to the front line in wartime to defend those who enslave them from harm. This is not the big family. Big idea?
Blour looked at Ingway’s eyes and said seriously:
Ingeway, you have experienced the baptism of a long time and have been baptized by ethnic wars. I want to ask you, now the forest of the wind. Are the elves in the family really happy? Even the lazy people in the big families are used to being served elves. Are they really happy?"
Ingwi was once again in silence, and Blour did not speak any more, but his eyes were still staring at Ingway, waiting for his answer.
"Perhaps, you really are not suitable for the successor of the Bebeli family." Ingwell looked at Blour and smiled on his face: "But you are suitable to be a thinker, the Babili family needs one like you. Thinkers, elves may also need, so I will not say these words to the third person, including the patriarch. But I hope that you should not easily say to others, at least before you sit in the position that can change this. These words are best placed only in your heart."
"Some words, I only said to the right person." Blull’s face also showed a smile, and the clenched hand slowly released.
"Recalling my nearly eight hundred years of life, the elf is the most deadly. It is not the race of the wind. The forest of the wind was almost occupied by demons and orcs. Even at that time, the melodious songs in the forest of the wind never stopped. The future and life are full of hope and embarrassment. Now the forest of the wind has not heard the songs that make people feel the light, the picking of wild fruits has become a job, and the days of sitting on the treetops are no longer there. Without the war, they are living more unhappy. This is indeed a very sad thing." Ingway's look is a bit lonely.

This is also the reason why I have been staying in the city of chaos. Compared to the forest of the wind, the city looks vibrant and the soil of freedom is becoming more and more fertile. I believe that one day I will grow different here. The flowers, just don't know if I still have a chance to see. This is a comfortable city, just like the forest of the wind." Ingwi's face showed a smile and looked at Blull's eyes. I ignited hope and smiled. "If you want to help the Elf Princess, you must be strong enough. The major families have already divided the entire Elf, and even the Queen’s Majesty can only abolish the Elf Code. One or two rules."
"At this time, I need to use my magnificent beauty to influence them." Blour sighed, then looked at Ingram's expression and nodded seriously: "In this case, please, for the forest of the wind One day I can ring the song of freedom again."
"In my lifetime, I only want to hear it again." Ingwi also nodded with a smile.
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"The system rejected your request and turned a blank eye to you."
A line of words drifted from Meg's mind, and then passed a white-eyed expression.
"System, you are very happy with this skin?" McGonagall couldn't help but roll his eyes. It seems that for the tea, the system is still tempered.
In this regard, McGonagall's mood is not fluctuating, let alone smashing, making money, if there is not much pit system, where to make a lot of money.
"Okay, it seems that you are not planning to make this money. In this case, then I have to use Amy’s music box. Is there not a dozen or twenty songs inside, even though the style is mixed? But it's okay." McGonagall decided to get up and get the music box.
"Host, a high-end restaurant with style, how can you put the music of bliss when the guests dine? If you are shaking your legs while eating, can this meal be delicious? This is a Disaster." The sound of the system sounded, with a bit of pain and grief.
"What's the relationship that fully demonstrates the chicness of our restaurant is a completely different experience for the guests." McGonagall doesn't matter.
The system is strict: "The kitchen restaurant must pay attention to every detail. The right music can greatly enhance the style of the restaurant. Different styles of restaurants have different music combinations. This kind of matching needs to be based on..."
"Okay, sell vegetables, first come to a Jay Chou music package, how much?" McGonagall directly interrupted the system.
"Sorry for the host, Jay Chou's music has been temporarily removed for copyright reasons. Currently, it is actively communicating and recovering as soon as possible." The weak voice of the system sounded.