Chapter 69： Do you want to learn?

"Grandpa who sells matches?" McGonagall stunned and looked at Amy's pitiful gaze. She suddenly remembered the story of the little girl who sold her to the match. It seems that she waited for a long time outside the window. Krassu, as a poor person who has no money to eat.

However, this magician does not seem to be a person who has no money. From the perspective of his temperament, he is not a high-ranking person, but he is still in a high position. He does not show any surprise to the various furnishings in the restaurant. It’s not unusual in the eyes. The so-called vision and heritage are often seen in small details.

"Yeah, you see how pitiful he is, waiting outside the window for so long, no one bought him a match, or would we buy him one?" Amy looked at McGonagall and nodded again. I looked at Krassu with pity and comforted: "Grandpa, don't worry, even if we buy a match, you will starve to death, but it is better than the little girl who has not sold a match." A little bit, you should be able to die without regrets."

Krassu listened to Amy’s words, a bit stunned. The little girl seemed to understand what was wrong. She smiled and shook her head: "Little girl, I am not actually selling..."

"I know that you must be cold and hungry, want to eat roast goose?" Amy interrupted Krassu's words, holding the ugly duckling back and shrinking, some vigilance and it is: "But the ugly duckling is still a baby. Ah, you can't eat it, you have to raise it."

"Hey!" The ugly duckling turned his head and looked up at Amy, his eyes rolling round and found that things didn't seem so simple.

"..." Krassu was not able to know how to pick up the words for a while. He didn't even say that he hadn't said anything yet. He was put up with a strange identity by this little girl and turned into a stumbling, no money to eat. Also want to eat the bad old man of roast goose? The key is what is the relationship between the little beast like a cat?

McGonagall looked at Amy, who was full of vigilance. He almost couldn't resist the laughter. Seeing Krassu's face, he smiled and said: "Sorry, Amy listened to me before telling a little story. The little girl took it seriously. You have to eat something, the menu is on the table, you can refer to it yourself, the meat sauce folder is sold out."

"Good." Krassu didn't think too much. He sat down directly opposite Amy's table, leaning a high-powered magic wand against the glass window behind him, and smiled at Amy's kindness. He reached for the table. On the menu.

The purpose of his entrance to the restaurant was to test whether Amy had the talent to learn magic and explore the meaning of the restaurant owner, but it was a bit too abrupt to ask this question when he sat down.

Of course, he did not worry that some people would refuse his request for the apprenticeship. As long as he showed his identity, those who wanted to worship him as a teacher on the Nolan continent could go all the way from the Imperial Palace to the outside of the Imperial City.

Receiving a half-elf as an apprentice will put him under some outside pressure, but after he was one hundred and twenty years old, he had completely ignored it. Now he only wants to find a suitable apprentice and learn all his life. Teach it.

As for human beings or elves, even the half-elf Krassu does not matter. Anyone else wants to say something, they will follow them. It’s hard to know who else dares to teach him that this old man can’t.

This restaurant is the most comfortable restaurant he has visited in the city of chaos these days. Of course, it is also limited to comfort. Compared with the palace of the Los Angeles Empire, luxury is far from being called.

The restaurant was very lively in the past. There are so many guests in the restaurant in this corner. I think it should be a full-flavoured dish. As a result, I opened the menu and saw that there were only two dishes on the top. The folder has been sold out, meaning that only the top of the 'Yangzhou fried rice' is available.

"Boss, what is this Yangzhou fried rice?" Krassu looked up and asked McGonagall. He lived in his 120s and had never heard of this food. The price of 600 copper coins is not cheap. Enough for a three-day meal for a family of three.

"It's super delicious! Super delicious rainbow fried rice." Amy replied replied, and looked at Krassu a little worried: "Although I know that you really want to eat, but we don't accept the match." , only receive cash, if you don't give money, I will set you on fire."

"Actually, I have money." Krassuwen smiled and smiled. The loose Master's gown stretched out an old, thin, palm-sized hand and spread it on the table. There were two dragon coins in the palm of his hand.

"Hey? Then you don't sell matches?" Amy looked at the dragon coin in Krassu's palm, and the little face was a bit puzzled.

"I don't sell matches, but if you want, I can give you a match." Krassu put a finger on the table and a matchstick thumbtack appeared on his fingertips. Matches.

McGonagall looked at this scene with some surprises. This is a more advanced magic than magic. It is a powerful tool.

Compared to Amy's fireball technique, it can only cause destruction. Krassu's lightly colored match is more like a technical life. It is a feeling of integrating magic into life. He is pinching his hand and thinking about it, this should be awesome. The magician.

"Wow! Can you magic?" Amy looked at the match in Krassu's hand and her eyes were completely lit.

Krassu smiled and nodded. "I am a magician. Of course, it will be magic. This can only be a little trick. Really powerful magic can repel the dragon and block the troll. Do you want to learn?"

"Hey?" McGon had thought that Krassu had a meal. He didn't expect him to turn his head, and he began to flick Amy to learn magic, which made him a little vigilant.

Although Amy also wants to learn magic, their identity is somewhat special and can't be exposed now.

When Meg took Amy and sneaked away from the emperor to the city of chaos, he did not want to sneak in the eyes of those people.

Those people gave him a life on that night, in order to see his jokes, but later he forged a suicide scene, changed his face and came to settle here, and it has been four years since the blink of an eye.

Most people should think that they are dead, but it is a matter of concern for the safety of their father and daughter, and they are not too cautious, and Amy’s magical talent is likely to inherit from her mother. If it is the unique talent of the Elf royal family, then Just find a trusted magician as a teacher.

"I don't want to." Amy almost shook her head without much thought, pointing to Maggie quite proudly saying: "My father is also a super magician, he has become a beautiful big restaurant, and will do A variety of delicious things, will you?"

Krassu snorted and cooked, he really wouldn't.

But looking up at McGonagall, Krassu did not feel the slightest magical fluctuations on his body, and the restaurant was decorated with normal materials.

Although the materials used are much better than the average restaurant, they have nothing to do with magic. It seems that the boss has made some lies in order to create a tall image in the mind of his daughter.

"Boss, I want a Yangzhou fried rice." Krassu looked at Meg and smiled. Since the little girl couldn't make it, she had to start from the boss.