Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

Seeing Hill's carriage leave, McGonagall poured himself another cup of tea, watched the heat slowly rise in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and squinted at a big tree not far away.

A figure leaned against the tree, peeping in this direction.

The man had been around for a while, and McGonagall soon noticed him with his unprofessional gaze.

In broad daylight, he wore a complete set of black clothes and a hat, and almost wrote "I'm a spy" on his forehead to show his identity.

"The enemy's coming? Or are you looking at me to make a profit? " McGonagall's eyebrow picking, from the perspective of induction, should be a human with strength of level 6 or so, obviously aiming at him.

There was so little information that Meg couldn't infer anything.

The man in black stood behind the tree for a long time, lowered his hat and turned away.

MEG thought about it and didn't choose to keep up.

The strength of level 6 can't even break the automatic defense of the restaurant. What threat does it pose.

Since he comes to the site during the day, he will act in the evening. Let's wait until the evening to see what he wants to do.

……

In a deserted alley, three men in black with black hats gathered together, a tall and thin man, a short and fat man, and a strong man.

"Boss, have you really stepped better? We're going to make a big deal this time. As long as we succeed, the three of us won't have to worry about anything. " The thin man whispered.

"Bullshit, I'm going out. When did something go wrong. As long as the fat man's news is correct, there is really a super delicious fish roasting artifact in the shop. We will surely succeed tonight. " Cowbill said with a confident smile.

"It must be true. I watched with my own eyes that the boss took out delicious grilled fish from the black artifact!" The fat man nodded his head firmly and said with a smile of nostalgia: "it's really delicious. One of them will sell 2500 copper coins, and there are many people ordering it. As long as we can get this artifact, we just need to lie down and collect money every day, and we can eat delicious roast fish every day."

"Eat, eat, all fat into a ball, but also only know how to eat." Cobil patted the fat man on the head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "When I have money, I will drink the strongest wine and ride the wildest woman!"

……

"One, two, three..."

At the end of business at noon, MEG looked at Gina, who was happily counting the mud shells in the corner, and still couldn't help asking, "Gina, what do you do with so many mud shells? I can't eat that much even if it's a supper, can I? "

Gina stared at MEG for a while before she understood what he meant. She pointed to the mud shell, pointed to her mouth and waved her hand to show that it was not for her to eat. She also depicted the fishtail and said, "I, the people, they, eat."

MEG spent a lot of time to understand what Gina meant. It turns out that these mud shells Gina are for fish people like her. It seems that they want to have the ability to breathe on land.

But Gina can't even tell where she came from, and she doesn't know where her home is. No matter how much mud she hoards, she probably can't give it to her compatriots.

What makes MEG more curious is that it's not good for Fishman to live in the sea?

There are no territorial disputes, free, and endless fish. Why go to the mainland to compete with all ethnic groups for living space.

"Sister Jina can't speak and write, but she can draw. Why don't you let her communicate with us by drawing?"

Amy came over with the duckling in her arms and asked curiously.

"Yes, that's a good idea." McGonagall's eyes brightened. He didn't expect that the children could find the most simple and effective way.

"Gina, if you have anything to say to me, just use the picture." MEG took the pen and paper and handed it to Gina, then gesticulated.

Simple daily communication can be carried out with body language, but a slightly more complex dialogue can not be carried out with body language between races with completely different world views.

Gina's eyes brightened as she looked at the pen and paper. She awkwardly picked up the pen. Under McGonagall's instruction, she quickly learned how to control her power to draw lines on the paper without directly breaking the pen and puncturing the paper.

Gina sat at the table, and everyone in the restaurant gathered around curiously.

People are quite curious about Gina's life experience, but in view of the inability to communicate with each other, they still haven't figured out where Gina came from and why.

Gina thought for a moment and began to draw.

In her works, a fishman with a personal fishtail appears quickly. They are surrounded by a round platform like an altar. In the center of the altar, there is an elderly Fishman in a long robe, who seems to be conducting some solemn and mysterious ceremony.

Although it was the first time to draw on paper with a pen, Gina's painting was surprisingly good. Although some details were reduced for the sake of speed, the simple outline still made people feel the dense Mermaid and the solemnity of the scene.

"Many mermaids, what are they doing? Pray for pie in the sky? " Amy knelt down on another chair, looking at the picture and asked curiously.

"It seems to be a very large Mermaid group." McGonagall thought that although there were only a dozen mermaids on the paper, more of them represented by wavy lines should be dense mermaids.

Gina did not explain, but quickly began to draw a second picture.

A beam of light appeared above the altar, and then the projection of images began to appear in the sky, and the faces of the mermaids were surprised.

"Is it the apocalypse?"

Elizabeth whispered, with a certain strangeness on her face.

"Apocalypse?" Everyone looked at Elizabeth curiously.

"What is that? Sister Elizabeth Amy asked.

"It is said that on the continent of Nolan, there is the Supreme God. Among them, the elves worship the God of life, the forest trolls worship the God of power, and the Orc tribes worship their totem gods. No one has ever seen God, but occasionally there will be a God, so there are still many people who firmly believe in the existence of God. " Elena explained.

Gina didn't understand the conversation and didn't explain. Instead, she began to draw the next picture.

The picture of Shenqi's confusion is frozen. A restaurant appears on the picture. In front of the restaurant stands a young man.

"Isn't that your father? And our restaurant! " Amy whispered.

Everyone was shocked and looked at the painting, full of incredible color.

……

"Why don't you just show me a slide, make a fuss."

The system murmured.