Chapter 2134： Only you can!

At the end of the business, McGonagall took the two children and took the flying restaurant overnight to return to the chaotic city.

The flying restaurant shrunk and stopped on the balcony of the Maimi restaurant. The spiral staircase was lowered. McGonagall walked down holding Amy, who was already asleep, while Anne followed her with her picture album.

Recently, the little guy is obsessed with creation and refuses to sleep until 11 or 12 o'clock.

"Why did you come back overnight?" Irina walked out of the room, looking at McGonagall with some surprise.

"You are not sleeping well," McGonagall said with a smile.

"Heh." Irina gave him a blank look, and he came, and it was really unsettling to sleep tonight.

"Annie, I went to bed after drawing this page." McGonagall stared at Annie and settled the two children.

"Let's take a shower first, covered with oily smoke and alcohol." Irina raised her hand and stopped McGonagall's body.

"together?"

"No."

McGonagall took a hot shower, and after some exercise, he lay on the big round bed and stretched out comfortably.

Speaking of it, it is indeed the most comfortable living in Maimi restaurant.

"Is there anything wrong with the night elves?" McGonagall asked, looking down at Irina, who was nestling on his chest.

"No...nothing..." Irina gasped slightly, "I talked with Michael and plan to participate in tomorrow's meeting under the name of the night elves."

"I'm afraid that old witch Helena will have an attack." McGonagall smiled, already able to imagine Helena's expression.

"This is no longer something she can dominate. At least I haven't represented the elves." Irina said indifferently.

"However, since we want to form an alliance and form a coalition together, we must elect a leader to command the coalition. What do you think of this matter?" Irina looked up at McGonagall, her expression became quite rather serious. serious.

McGonagall thought about it for a while and shook his head: "At present, it seems that there is no person who can convince the crowd. Even the Dragon Clan cannot choose a leader, let alone the coalition forces of the major races."

"If this is the case, I am afraid that even if the coalition is formed, it will still be a mess." Irina said with some worry.

McGonagall also nodded with a solemn expression. They were facing Cthulhu and an undead army that was not afraid of death and resolutely executed orders.

If they are a coalition of scattered sand and fighting each other, there will be no chance of victory in this war.

There are conflicts of interest between the various races, and there are even hard-to-solve feuds. It has been all righteousness not to stabbing a knife in the back.

At this time, if there are no strict rules for all races to fight together, and there is no strong commander who can convince the crowd, this battle might have been lost from the beginning.

"I think the whole candidate can only be you." Irina looked at McGonagall, her eyes burning.

"I?"

"Yes, now there is no more suitable candidate than you." Irina nodded, "Whether it is the battle of Cthulhu with thunder and lightning outside the city of chaos, or the identity of a free man after the break with the Loth Empire, and sufficient personal strength And charm, you are the most suitable person."

"Is it as good as you said?" McGonagall touched his chin, and really thought about it seriously.

"This is actually something that Michael and I mentioned today. If the coalition forces are scattered, then this war will definitely be a disaster." Irina looked at McGonagall's eyes and nodded firmly: "Now, Nolan Continent needs you. ."

McGonagall was really lost in thought...

It's not that he is afraid, but he is worried that his ability is not enough to lead such a large-scale war, not to mention such a complicated situation.

Even the experience that Alex left him was limited to the small-scale local wars with the orcs on the border.

But looking at Irina's encouraging and expectant gaze, as well as the current stalemate before him, he really couldn't say anything to refuse.

They really have no choice.

"Okay, I will stand up."

McGonagall nodded.

Irina smiled, and red lips were printed on his lips again.

"Again?"

...

Early the next morning, McGonagall asked Amy to go to the dormitory and call Yabeimiya and the others to eat.

I prepared a large table of breakfast early in the morning.

"Boss, you are finally back!" Yabeimia walked in with Amy in her arms and said with a surprised look at McGonagall who was still busy in the kitchen.

"Familiar taste, life with delicious breakfast, is it going to start again?" Angela followed in the door and said quite excitedly.

"Boss, Annie." Jane greeted with a smile.

"Boss, my wine can leave the factory. Would you like to taste it?" Hannah came in with a bottle of wine and said, shaking the bottle in her hand at McGonagall.

"In the early morning, stop drinking." McGonagall came out of the kitchen with a row of steamers, took the wine in Hannah's hand, and placed it on the side counter.

He had no doubt about Hannah's winemaking skills, since she believed that the wine that could be delivered must be good wine.

It seems that the wine market will usher in a new barbarian, a barbarian who can ship in large quantities and maintain high quality.

"What's this? It's round and cute. Is it your new breakfast, the boss?" Yabeimia asked curiously, looking at the soup dumpling in the steamer.

Everyone was also attracted by the stack of steamers.

"This is a soup dumpling, my father recently made a new breakfast, which is super delicious." Amy climbed onto her own high stool, took a plate, and reached out to pinch a soup full of soup. Bao, "I'll teach you how to eat."

McGonagall put a steamer and three soup dumplings in front of everyone as the core of the breakfast.

Everyone watched Amy pinch the soup dumpling and put it in his own dish swayingly, letting down the hanging heart.

Then I saw her biting a small bite on the upper side, sucking the soup sips, and finally eating the stuffed buns and the belt.

This seemed to be a ritualistic process, and everyone was stunned.

"Have you learned you?" Amy licked the oil on her sweet lips and asked when she looked at everyone.

"I really can't do anything with you, then I'll demonstrate it again." Before everyone answered, the little guy had already picked up the second soup dumpling skillfully and continued to teach seriously.

Everyone smiled, and they also followed Amy's way. They carefully picked up a soup dumpling and put it on their plate, and then took advantage of the heat, and ate it.

"This soup dumpling is too delicious! You can drink soup, eat meat, and eat noodles. It's perfect!" Yabeimia couldn't help but exclaim after eating a steamed bun.

"But... the soup is so hot... I feel like my tongue has lost consciousness..." Hannah stuck out her tongue with a sad look on her face.

"This is the tongue of a million winemakers, cherish it." On the side, Angela had just finished a bun elegantly, and looked at Hannah.

"I can give you some ice." Amy smiled and stretched out her hand, a cloud of cold flames slowly rising.

"I'm fine!" Hannah immediately retracted her tongue and shook her head to refuse.