Chapter 2111： You still don't understand women

This fish-flavored eggplant satisfies all Effie's imagination of fish-flavored eggplant.

Do not!

It should be said that it is far beyond her imagination, that is already another level of existence.

Even the words are far from describing the feeling.

The tongue went through a lot of madness, but still not satisfied.

Effie opened his eyes, blushed, and glanced at McGonagall. There was an inexplicable affection.

She bowed her head and took a bite of rice, chewed on the sweet rice, and took another eggplant into her mouth.

If she used to admire McGonagall's level of winemaking and appreciate his life-saving grace, now she has a different feeling because of the two meals.

Just talk about these two meals.

Want to marry is true.

Who doesn't want to wake up every morning to eat delicious soup dumplings and preserved egg lean meat porridge, who doesn't want to eat fish-flavored eggplant every day, who doesn't want to sleep with that beautiful flesh every night...

Oh, she really wasn't greedy for his body.

Just...

I feel very secure, understand?

"This fish-flavored eggplant is so delicious! I'm going to cry again..."

Mara had tears in her eyes because she loved so much.

As a chef, McGonagall enjoys the praise from guests.

During this period of time, the pub has been open for a long time, and he even almost forgets this feeling. Sure enough, he still likes to be a chef.

Effie was sweating profusely during this meal, very refreshing...

belch……

Effie covered her mouth and smiled embarrassedly.

And very, very full.

She almost ate the food of the usual day at noon today.

But the feeling of guilt at this time was not worth the satisfaction in my heart.

This is a very dangerous signal.

Usually this time... it's time to get fat.

"Mr. Hades, I think opening a tavern may be a waste of your talent." Effie looked at McGonagall and said sincerely: "Your cooking skills are not weaker than wine making skills. It is amazing. People are impressed."

"There is no way, people's energy is limited, sometimes we have to make trade-offs."

McGonagall sighed.

You can only open a pub for a while, and a restaurant for a while.

"That's really a shame." Effie also sighed, regretting that others couldn't taste McGonagall's cooking skills.

"There should be no embarrassment on the Yamen side, right?" McGonagall put down the bowl and asked.

"Well, all the procedures are very smooth, because the murderer has already committed suicide on the spot, and it is said that the man behind the scenes committed suicide by poisoning the other street." Effie nodded, with some lingering fears: "It's Boris, the owner of the Reese Tavern. I thought it turned out to be him."

That was the real boss in the tavern world of Luodu City, with a pivotal existence, and he didn't expect to attack her.

However, the fact that he committed suicide by poisoning and the incident of Boris's house being stolen later made her think of Mr. Hades's family.

But she has no evidence.

Of course, she would never say half a word about this to anyone.

Mr. Hades's family saved her and Mara at great risk, she just had to remember these.

And such kindness, even if she spends her entire life to repay it, it is not enough.

"Then we will leave first. The workers are still repairing the damaged site. I have to go and see."

Effie and Mara helped clean up the table, and then left.

"Why take her money?"

McGonagall closed the door and looked at Irina a little curiously.

"It's a fool to have money and not make money." Irina laughed.

McGonagall didn't believe it, but still looked at her.

"You still don't understand women. This million is a life-buying money, and it is regarded as a favor to us. If you don't collect this money, she will not be comfortable in front of us in the future. This is a woman." Irina Said with a smile.

"So..."

McGonagall nodded thoughtfully.

He really doesn't know women well, but he has always been in the circle of women's preferences.

In the last life it was because of money.

This life is rich and talented, but also **** strong.

No money, not enough talent, to understand women.

And no matter how you understand a woman, it may be just a spare tire.

The matter was resolved and the money was in hand. McGonagall closed the store door, went upstairs to take a nap, and then went to fetch the bamboo tube buried under the locust tree at the end of the street.

There was good news from Michael. Under the pressure of the old rulers and McGonagall’s threats, the demons in the endless sea finally reached a consensus, decided to join the Peace Alliance, and agreed to sign a new peace treaty.

The Loth Empire bowed its head, the demons compromised, and the orcs were no longer in the climate. The trolls riding on the wall immediately stated their position and joined the peace alliance.

This is the way of survival of the troll clan, obviously not a weak clan, but always likes to be a wall.

The various races have agreed to send representatives in the Chaos City three days later, sign a new peace treaty in the Chaos City, and unite into an alliance to resist the undead.

Specific matters will be discussed on the spot, including sending coalition forces northward, blocking the undead army from going south, and eliminating the old ruler Cthulhu.

"We seem to have done something enough to be recorded in history."

McGonagall handed the letter to Irina and said with a smile.

Irina looked at the letter with a smile on her face. She looked at McGonagall and said, "If the Nolan Continent can survive this catastrophe, it might be different."

McGonagall nodded with a smile, it was hard for him to disagree with Irina's statement.

Once the alliance is formed, for this war, all races will inevitably need to cooperate more deeply.

For example, if the coalition forces of various races enter the territory of the Loth Empire, the dwarves need to provide weapons for the coalition forces, the goblins may shoulder the task of logistical support, and the dragons are responsible for air strikes...

This scene of multi-ethnic joint operations, McGonagall felt enthusiastic just thinking about it.

"What's the situation on the elven side?"

McGonagall suddenly remembered that he hadn't cared about the situation of the elves and night elves for a long time, and the letter did not indicate the attitude of the elves.

"I copied Eliot's nest yesterday, released all the serfs and slaves, and brought them back to the Chaos City." Irina said.

"You killed him?" McGonagall asked.

"No, his life belongs to Shiryl, I won't kill him." Irina shook her head.

McGonagall nodded. Elliott was Sally's father, but he killed Shiryl's father. This hatred cannot be resolved.

"The elves are in chaos now. I don't understand what Helena is thinking. With her character, it is impossible to let the situation deteriorate like this and get out of control." Irina frowned and said in a puzzled manner.

"Perhaps she is planning some conspiracy, or maybe she feels that the situation is over and she doesn't want to struggle anymore?" McGonagall touched his chin, also unable to understand the current situation of the Wind Forest.