At the end of the business at noon, McGonagall glanced far away at the entrance of the gastronomy conference and saw the long line photographed at the door of the small seafood shop.

Open this morning and at noon, many customers asked about the octopus mustard.

McGonagall told them clearly that it was a limited edition of the food conference. You can learn to do it yourself or wait for next year's food conference.

Very chicken thief, but effective means of transformation.

And the octopus mustard series, except for the octopus balls, the other three dishes are very simple and quick. From the perspective of the growing number of believers, it should not be long before they will become a home cooking on the common people's table in the city of chaos.

Spend dozens of copper coins at home to buy ingredients, you can eat the delicious food that can be tasted by hundreds of copper coins in the restaurant, and the taste will not be much different, it is almost bloody!

Of course, you may make money, and McGonagall, who sells octopus whiskers, will never lose money.

When McGonagall returned to the restaurant, he was dragged away by the excited Hannah.

"I refuse ..." Without waiting for McGonagall to call out her position clearly, Hannah had already pulled out a thick metal tube, and looked at McGonagall with some excitement: "Boss, we succeeded, high-quality closed pipes , Can withstand high-pressure steam, this time it will definitely not explode. "

"Well, that's good." McGonagall looked at the tube carefully, nodded, and looked at the various parts placed all over the place, laughing and saying, "Almost done?"

"Well, the machine can be installed tomorrow. The boss Mo Bai found me a special craftsman and asked him to help me pack it to ensure that there will be no problems." Hannah nodded happily, although hanging two Dark circles, a few charcoal marks on her face, but did not affect her beautiful mood at all.

"I will go there tomorrow," McGonagall said. He was a little worried. Hannah provided the drawings this time. As long as the craftsmanship and dimensions are correct, it should be okay. Go look at it.

"That's better." Hannah smiled and showed two neat rows of teeth. When she thought of reproducing her own winery in the city of chaos, and it was still a larger and more advanced winery, she couldn't hide her excitement. .

"Working hard, Mo Bai boss, Lulu." McGonagall greeted the two who were beating fiercely in the forging workshop.

"Hey, Yangzhou fried rice made by Mr. Mai is not hard to eat." Mo Bai wiped his sweat and smiled.

These days they are on schedule, Mo Bai's meals are brought by Hannah, which saves him time in line.

"When the work is done, let's get together and have two drinks." McGonagall liked this honest man, and didn't bother them much at work, so he went back to the restaurant.

In the study, there is information about Lanster obtained from the Ash Temple. This was once considered to be the enemy of Alex, the son of the frost dragon family, and there are many legendary stories in his body.

Therefore, there is a lot of information about him in the intelligence office of the Grey Temple.

The old rulers broke the seal, leaving no clues and traces.

Lancaster became the only breakthrough.

It was just that he disappeared into the eyes of everyone three years ago, and he could only try to find some relevant information from these materials.

This is more than an hour.

McGonagall did not find any relevant information about the old dominators, but learned about Lanxter's life.

This is indeed a ruthless person. As an illegitimate child who is not seen by the Golden Dragon and the Frost Dragon, it is considered to be a talented low-level hybrid dragon. In the end, his hands were stained with countless blood, and he set foot on the frost throne.

If he is the protagonist, he can write a wonderful story of the **** dragon king.

Moreover, Lancaster had lived in the city of chaos for a period of ten years ago, but there is no detailed record in the data. At that time, he should have hidden his identity.

This one is actually very interesting. Lancaster was already the patriarch of the Frost Dragon Clan more than ten years ago, and he is a real real power controller, not a puppet of the Presbyterian Church.

Can his identity, why hide his identity and come to the city of chaos?

"Is it dead, or where is it trapped? Or is it controlled?" McGonagall put all the information back into the box, frowning.

With Lanxter's character, there is basically no possibility of him hiding somewhere.

"Unless ... he is now in the same situation as I was? Is he seriously injured?" McGonagall suddenly thought of a possibility.

Lancaster walked along the road, and there were countless enemies, more than Alex had, and even many people in the Frost Dragon Clan wished to kill later.

There are too many people in this world who want him to die, even if they are weak, they are not allowed.

His wife and children need his unwilling will to protect him.

So even if he had been missing for three years, no news came out, the Frost Throne was still empty, and no one dared to target Elizabeth directly.

"It's really balding." McGonagall got up and scratched his head, still unable to find his thoughts.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host, the number of believers has exceeded 10,000! Successfully advanced to the realm of chef!"

At this moment, the sound of the system suddenly sounded in McGonagall's mind.

McGonagall's movements suddenly stiffened, and he felt a magical power suddenly flow from the top of his head. At this moment, his spirit seemed to be sublimated.

"Is this the master chef's strength?" McGonagall clenched his fists slowly, and after a while, rolled his eyes and said: "Why don't you feel anything ?!"

Although there is a feeling of empowerment, McGonagall feels that his strength has not been substantially improved.

"The host, please feel attentively that the power of the chef is not a mere increase in strength, but is expressed in all aspects." The voice of the system sounded again.

"Is it faster to dump the pot?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow, not quite convinced by the system.

"Upgrade reward has been issued: affinity +1!" The sound of the system sounded again.

McGonagall felt a cold head this time, and the slightly uplifted Yang Yang hair was inexplicably suppressed a little, and still had no feeling.

"this one?"

McGonagall's eyebrows tightened even more, and he felt cheated.

"Affinity is a temperament, and the host body is also moist and silent, and it will not cause some obvious changes in the length of the host body," the system explained.

"It might as well make the longer place a little longer." McGonagall pouted, anyway, he felt cheated.

"If the host does not believe, he can go out and take two steps."

"Take two steps and two steps. It's no big deal." McGonagall pedaled downstairs and opened the door. He faced a young lady who was standing in front of the restaurant and seemed to be watching the restaurant announcement. The door brought a gust of wind and a piece of skirt ... the skirt.