Chapter 636: Are these guys coming to grab my little cookies?

"Wow! Cute little girl!"
"Her clothes look good, and the style is curious, like clothes, and like a skirt, I have never seen such a dress!"
"Yeah, the feeling of wearing it is very elegant, and the person who is lining is very slender, I don't know which tailor is doing it, I want to do it!"
"What is in her arms? Is it an orange kitten? A new breed? I have never seen it before."
The aunts in the crowd broke out all of a sudden, and Amy, who was staring at the highest level, showed great interest.
This dress is not only good-looking, but also unique in style. If such clothes are worn out, it will become the focus of the audience.
Of course, some of the old aunts are still self-aware.
"Mike Restaurant!" Gudini, who was holding a glass of wine and talking to people, suddenly turned back, and her eyes fell on McGonagall. She couldn’t help but clench her fists and took a deep breath. She sneered and said: "Semi-elf Is it a semi-racial? When will it start, will the party of the Aden Chamber of Commerce also let the semi-racial enter?"
"Yeah, I have heard of the Mimi restaurant. It seems to be quite hot in Aden Square recently, but this restaurant does not seem to join our Chamber of Commerce?" The fat businessman next to him was also puzzled.
"There was no joining, this boss said in front of me, it is impossible to join us in this life is the Chamber of Commerce, but also look at our Chamber of Commerce closed down." Goodinia sarcastically.
"So how did he get the invitation? Could it be that he did not ask for it?" Some people questioned.
The small commotion spread in the crowd.
"This is the McGonagall who has broken my good times twice?" Cyril also frowned and looked back at McGonagall. Dvor was still in the prison of Basti, because he is now out of his control. And all this is because of this guy.
McGonagall touched Amy's hair, and the little guy's eyes only had to eat.
Looking down, McGon looked at the crowd under the black pressure, picked up an eyebrow, and took Amy's little hand and walked down.
It seems that he still understands the wrong trend of the world banquet. The average man wears a luxurious gown, like a cylinder, regardless of his body, some look like a walking cylinder. As a distinction, it is a variety of colorful colors.
However, he did not know what party he had in previous lives. This scene is naturally held.
As for those who looked at their father and daughter with some bad eyes, he did not care.
Before he came, he was psychologically prepared. One of the rules of the Aden Chamber of Commerce was aimed at semi-racial. Many of them had no goodwill for the semi-racial.
It now appears that this inference is completely correct.
He came here today, in addition to seeing Hill, the more important thing is to prepare to collide with this big guy who is stubborn.
McGonagall took Amy's hand and walked to the banquet hall. Cyril came forward and glanced at Amy. He looked at McGonagall with some contempt. "Are you the owner of the Mimi restaurant?"
"Wow! Father, I want to eat that little cookie!" Amy shook McGonagall's hand and pointed to the small biscuit next to a waiter's plate.
"Hey!" Hearing the ugly duckling, he was followed by some excitement.
"Okay, I will take it for you." McGonagall smiled, ignoring Cyril, and screaming at the waiter: "The waiter, give me that one."
"Do you dare to ignore me?" Cyril's voice was a bit cold. In the city of chaos, few people dared to ignore him directly.
"You dare to fierce my father, you count... which small biscuit?" Amy said with a pair of hands on her hips, watching Cyril look serious.
The people around him suddenly caused a sneer, people are trying to control the laugh on their faces. The voice of this little girl is so interesting, but I don’t want to offend Cyril. Many people’s faces are blushing. It is.
Cyril’s face was dark, and she looked at Amy. She was very angry and laughed.
Oh, you half this...

"Look at your age is not small, children have to eat a small biscuit to grab it?" McGonagall took the small biscuits from the waiter's hand and handed it to Amy, interrupting Cyril's words.
"I..." Cyril paused.
"If you want to say it, if you don't say it, how can the waiter know what you want, but if you want to grab it from the kids, I don't think it's so good?" McGonagall said.
"Break the big bad guys of small cookies, don't come over!" Amy took the biscuits behind her, and looked at Cyril with her arms, as if she was really guarding him for grabbing small cookies.
The laughter in the crowd is getting louder and louder, and the people who are still laughing are unable to hold back.
Cyril listened to those laughter, his face was ugly, just like eating a fly, looking at McGonagall, sneer: "Will the Aden Chamber of Commerce party, when is it allowed to bring pets and half-elves in? And, your restaurant is If you didn’t join the Aden Chamber of Commerce, it’s not a good development target. How come you are here? Your invitation is fake?

The laughter in the crowd gradually stopped and people began to whisper.
Although the mid-year party of the Aden Chamber of Commerce is not a particularly serious party, in general, only members of the Chamber of Commerce and their families, as well as some merchants who will develop into members of the Chamber of Commerce, will be invited.
As Cyril said, it is indeed impossible to be invited by the conditions of McGonagall.
If his invitation is false, then their father and daughter may have to be blasted out of the venue, becoming the biggest laughing stock of today.
Cyril had a smile on his face and looked at Meg Dao with a sneer: "I don't know what you are trying, maybe you want to take this opportunity to enter the class you look up, but hold a fake. You are not worthy of standing here, the guards, throwing me out of the two guys who are eating!"
Several tall orc guards came up from all sides and prepared to start.
"Father, are these guys coming to grab my little cookies?" Amy hangs the ugly duckling on the skirt, and one hand has already held the magic wand.
"The guy like this should give him a profound lesson. After the province is saved, everyone wants to mix in and eat and drink." Gudonia smiled and said that the fat face was trembled and felt a bad breath.
"Mr. McGonagall was invited by me, and the invitation was handwritten by me." Just then, a voice rang from behind, the crowd separated, and Hill in a red dress came forward and watched Cyril smile. Road: "You don't know that the four big families are eligible to invite others to the party? Oh, yes, you may not be qualified yet."