Chapter 592: Drunk, killing is not good

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, falling on the floor-to-ceiling glass window, making a creaking sound, and sputtering beautiful water splash under the light.
The two men sat opposite each other, with a large beer in front of them, and then they looked at each other silently.
"Speaking out, I am afraid that no one in the entire Nolan continent will believe that Alex has become a chef and made the best mooncakes under the sun." Louis couldn't help but laugh.
"Like that year, no one would believe that the solitary wolf Louis XIII, who was scared by the orcs, would become a businessman?" McGonagall asked with a smile.
"No way, if you smash one foot, you can't stay on the battlefield and drag the brothers, but you don't die. At least you have to find something interesting to do. Only when you can take me back from the orc. This life." Louis nodded with a smile.
"Yeah, if you are alive, you should find something interesting. I feel that cooking is very interesting now, so I became a chef. I am too reluctant to take the risk of being killed. I am going from Lodul to here. This life is down." McGonagall nodded.
"However, after doing business for so many years, I still think that killing is more interesting and more good at it." Louis touched the handle of the long knife hanging from his waist, and some cloth wrapped around the handle. Obsolete, you can see that the places where the fingers are held are much more worn than the ones that wear them.
"I now think cooking is more interesting than killing." McGonagall shook his head.
Louis glimpsed, looking at McGonagall's eyes, the feelings of his eyes seemed to be a little different from that of the past, with a little more sharpness and a little more tenderness.
"The little girl is very cute, not like you at all." Louis said with a smile, the topic turned quickly.
"What is not like me, you have never seen it when I am cute, Amy and I are carved out in a mold!" McGonton was a little anxious, crossed his hands to the chest, and was annoyed. Looking at Louis's eyes is a smile.
Louis, alias thirteen, was born into a great family. When he was young, he was also a prodigal son. Before Louis was born, he gave him twelve brothers, so Louis ranked thirteen, and there was the alias of Louis XIII.
Although he was a big merchant family, before the age of 26, Louis did not have any interest in doing business. Instead, he was more interested in practicing knives. At the age of fifteen, he fled to the southwestern border and became a border soldier. He met. Meg Alex, who was also just enlisted.
This is the memory of Meg Alex, who thought that he could use these memories as information for an outsider, analyze it and use it to deal with the situation before him, but when Louis sat across from him, he looked at him. When I looked at Louis in the same silence, my heart was hard to suppress and I felt like I was looking at my old friend.
What is an old friend?
That's the kind of you can't contact for three years, but when you sit back on the same table and look at each other, you can tell yourself in your heart that the person opposite is the one you can trust and trust. .
Now, McGonagall looks at Louis, and he has this feeling in his heart.
This feeling makes him faintly uneasy, but more is a desire.
He somewhat understands the true meaning of the so-called memory fusion. The memories that McGee Alex left in his mind, after being merged by him, are not just information, but the emotions contained in those memories are also to some extent. Affects McGonagall.
For example, when I first met Amy, the kind of strong desire to care for her was not because of his sudden fatherly love, but also because Amy was so cute, and more importantly, Meg · Alex's strong and deep fatherly love merged with him, and the strong emotions that made him become Amy's father without any sense of disobedience, and wanted to protect her forever.
McGonagall does not resist this fusion, because it will make it easier for him to integrate into the world, and McGee Alex will only leave some emotional tendencies that will not affect his sense of independence, even he can Rejecting this tendency, the initiative is entirely in his hands.
However, now Meg chooses to accept this sentimental tendency, because the man in front of him has risked his life to take Maggie Alex and Amy out of Lodul, find someone to heal and face him, and then bring them to The city of chaos settled.
McGonagall also had three or two old friends. Now, he is willing to have one more. The relationship between men and men is no more reassuring than this.
Louis looked at McGonagall and suddenly laughed.
"You look more and more terrible." McGonagall raised his eyebrows.
"I remembered that when we first joined the army, you were screamed by the captain for a hundred screams because of the coolness of the game. The whole three camps ran around and looked back. Now, in retrospect, that look can really be called It’s cute.
Louis laughed and tears came out.
McGonton looked at the black line, although it was not done by himself, but it still sounded shame.
Old friends are together, the most fear is the sudden expo, but fortunately Amy has fallen asleep.
Louis laughed, and picked up the big glass on the table and sighed and sipped the beer in the cup. The cup was replayed on the table, making a soft bang, hitting a wine cellar and rushing to McGregor. I got a thumbs up: "Good wine."

Are there another cup?
McGonagall asked with a smile.
"No, drunk, killing is not happy." Louis shook his head, holding a knife and stood up, watching Meg smiled: "The wine is reserved for me, if you can't come back, you will help me drink."

"You said that children like to eat moon cakes, I have left two boxes, you bring him back." McGonagall looked at Louis.
"Nothing, the child has his mother, there are twelve uncles, not hungry, no one can bully him." Louis shook his head, his tone relaxed and free, watching Meg Dao: "The child is still on the floor." Falling asleep, it may be thundering, you go upstairs to accompany her, she is behind you only."
"Although I have a leg, I am a lone wolf, just a few mice." Louis smiled and turned and walked out.
McGonagall was silent, and the hand on the table slowly gripped, watching the back of the limping walk toward the restaurant door. His footsteps were very light, his shoulders were heavy, and the door was opened. The rain fell on his face, and he stepped into the storm.
The door slowly closed, and the sound of the rain fell suddenly. The outside world seemed to be isolated at once.
McGonagall looked at the empty glass on the opposite side. Suddenly, he laughed at himself with a self-deprecating smile. He took the wine glass from the front and drank it. He got up and took an umbrella and a sword from the counter and pushed the door out.