Chapter 68: This is the old grandfather who sells matches.

"Hey, is this?" Aden Square outside the restaurant, a white hair, wearing a pure white Master's gown, the old man sitting under a big tree suddenly looked up in the direction of the restaurant. The deep eyes picked up slightly, and some strangely said: "Is this magical fluctuation, is it the elves? It is not right, it should be human. It is not right, weird, what is it? Curious special magic fluctuations."
Krassu Io hesitated for a moment, picked up a tall man's staff, and got up and walked slowly toward the restaurant. He had been wandering in the city of chaos for many days and had nothing to gain. Perhaps he could have a surprise here.
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In the restaurant, Sargeras looked at the menu on the table, gave him the encouragement of Amy, and Meg, who had no slight meaning on his face, and some helpless sighs, the world, the money is still very important.
Although I feel that McGonagall is a little inhuman, but thinking of the delicious and magical meat folder, Sargeras feels that he can make such a meat-clawed boss, a little rules and temper is still understandable.
And even this little girl will be such a terrible fireball, McGonagall is probably a powerful magician, but he looks so young, there is no decoration of the slightest magician, it is easy to ignore.
When he was in the Empire State of Los Angeles, he saw a white-haired human magician old man. A fireball repelled a dragon, and his strength was terrible. Later he heard that it was the royal sacrifice, the most powerful magic of the Los Angeles Empire. One of the divisions, he did not remember the specific name.
"Well, then I will not destroy the rules of the restaurant, I am Sargeras, will come again." Sargeras extended his hand to McGonagall.
"Sa... Sargeras?" McGonton was a little messy, although he was not a game fan of the year, but Warcraft must have played, hesitated, and asked: "What about your Burning Legion?"
"Well?" Sargeras looked at McGonagall.
"It seems to be just the same name." Maggie sighed and looked at Sargeras's big hand of magma. He shook his head a little embarrassedly: "Nothing, in the next Meg, welcome to come next time, but if you shake hands, I I still have to work for a while, not very suitable for dressing."
"Okay, Mai boss, I will meet again." Sargeras snorted and looked down at his own hands, only to remember that even if they were human magicians, they were still humans in the final analysis. They retracted their hands and turned their bodies. The temperature returned to normal, and at least the door handle was not melted when the door was opened.
"The Burning Legion? This name is not bad..." Out of the restaurant door, Sargeras nodded thoughtfully and walked quickly toward the exit of Aden Square.
"Father, isn't Xiaomi very powerful?" Amy looked up at McGonagall, a little inviting.
"Yeah, Xiaomi is very powerful, and it helps a lot." McGonagall touched Amy's head with a smile, feeling that he was pulling a big tiger skin against Amy, there was no backstage and hard. Strength, can only temporarily rely on this tiger skin to support the facade, for the time being is not a bad thing, but improving physical fitness is a very urgent thing.
Amy smiled happily, and her face was full of satisfaction.
"Mae boss, here are two new products." At this time, the guests who had not yet ordered the meal, carefully raised their hands and said that the tone was quite polite.
"I have two copies, it's okay, you can just go up." The guest next to him was also a good-smiling smile.
"Okay, please wait." Meg smiled and nodded, let Amy and the ugly duckling play first, and he walked quickly toward the kitchen.
"It seems that the magical fluctuations just came from this little guy?" Krassu stopped at the floor-to-ceiling glass window and looked at Amy, who was holding the orange-white beast in her arms. Some were surprised and full. The face shook his head unfortunately and sighed: "Unfortunately, it should have been a talented genius. The conflict between the two blood vessels ruined a genius. Otherwise, the purpose of this trip was reached. This man is simply doing something. How good a piece of jade, you only need a little carving, you can become a big device."
Krassu was so angry that he hesitated to think, and stared at Amy and moved a little, so he stood in front of the glass window.
"Ugly duckling, you said that this white-bearded grandfather stood there motionless. Is it because there is no money, so he dare not come in? Like a little girl who sells matches, if he also sells matches, should we Would it be better to buy him a piece?
Amy also noticed the Krassu standing outside the window, holding the ugly duckling closer, whispered, glaring up and down and scanning Krassu, wanting to see him. There is no small basket filled with matches inside the robes.
"喵~" The ugly duckling should have a voice, but also followed up and down, although it does not know what is fire.
"This little guy is very spiritual. Although it is a half-elf, it may be a material that can be made. Maybe you can touch it." Krassu looked at two small scorpions, with blue eyes and transparent crystals. Looking at his Amy, his spirit is full, and very cute, his heart is secret, but he took a look at the busy restaurant, and the timetable hanging on the door, no rushing into the door, just across the transparent crystal and Amy. There are ugly ducklings with big eyes and small eyes for half an hour.
When McGonagall served, he noticed that standing outside the glass window, a white wizard's gown, Krassu, looks like a cold, sleek Julian, who is wearing white long hair and white. The long beard, dressed in a white mage robes, with a light gray wizard's magician in his hand, is more in line with his imagination and aesthetics of the magician.
Amy stood for a while, sitting directly in the window holding the ugly duckling, and continued to squint at him with his big eyes. No one blinked, it was right, except when collecting money, the eyes will look up. Do not move.
At nine o'clock, the guests in the restaurant gradually disappeared, and the 64 meat clips prepared for sale were sold out at 8:30. Many guests who did not eat begged Meg to do more next time.
McGregor is also somewhat helpless. Of course, he also wants to do more and sell more money. It seems that he still needs to improve efficiency as much as possible tomorrow.
When he saw only three guests left in the restaurant, Krassu looked away from Amy and walked in front of the door to push in the door.
"Welcome." McGonagall said with a smile, this is the first magician guest to come to the door.
"Father, this is the old grandfather who sells matches." Amy glanced at Krassu and looked back at McGonagall.