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

"Well?" McGonagall put down the rougamo in his hand, got up and went to the door to open the door. There stood a tall and thin man in a black robe, wearing a black hat that almost covered his eyes. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked at McGonagall and lowered his voice a little nervously: "can I come in and talk?"

McGonagall looked at the familiar face, nodded, turned to let him in, and closed the door behind him. This is the boss of the private detective agency he went to the day before yesterday. He entrusted him to check the details of Krasu and Julian. The boss's name is Shylock, which is why he chose the detective agency. Unexpectedly, he came only two days later.

"Mr. Mai, this is the information you want. I don't know what you want to do, but I suggest you don't provoke these two people." Shylock took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to MEG. He took a look at abelmia and Amy in the dining room. His voice lowered a bit. "The information of Krasu's offering is not difficult to get, and it's very detailed. It's worth your price. But the information about the magician next door is very limited. When I entered the magic potion shop last night, I was burned half of my hair. I'm a very powerful magician. "

Mai took a look at the charred short hair on the edge of Shylock's hat. He remembered that when he saw him the day before yesterday, he had long flowing curly hair, a mustache, a bohemian smile on his face, and today's cautious and slightly white appearance. They didn't know what they had experienced last night.

"Yes, thank you." McGonagall nodded and pinched the paper bag in his hand. It seems that there is still a lot of information. It should be enough for him to judge the danger of Krasu and Julian. Shylock, who has long flowing hair, has done his best.

"I'll leave then." Shylock obviously didn't want to stay long, and nodded to leave, but her eyes fell on Amy who was holding a rougamo, and she couldn't help stopping for a moment.

The little girl had seen her two days ago. She was delicate and lovely. Now she was holding a kind of strange cake in her hand. From time to time, she scooped up a spoonful of crystal white and tender food from the bowl. It was delicious. The smell of stewed meat and beans wafted in the air. He couldn't help swallowing. In the morning, he was anxious to deliver the food to MEG before the magic potion shop opened, so he didn't have breakfast, Smell this attractive fragrance, stomach unconsciously purr up.

"Boss Mai, can the restaurant start selling breakfast now?" Shylock asked, looking at MEG.

"There is still half an hour to go before leaving the business. Breakfast is not available." McGonagall shook his head, but there was a strange smile on his mouth. He paid Shylock ten gold coins as a commission. If he took the money to eat in the restaurant, it would not be enough for him to have two bowls of Yangzhou fried rice. I don't know what he would think about his long flowing hair.

"Well, it seems that we can only come again next time. Goodbye." Shylock nodded, looked at the rougamo in Amy's hand, opened the door and went out.

McGonagall locked the door, sat down directly at the table at the door, took out the information in the paper bag, quickly scanned it, frowned, slowly eased, and finally became a little hesitant.

The information of Kelasu is really very detailed. From his youth until he left Luodu some time ago, he went all the way south to the city of chaos. Now there are records of where he lives.

But after all, the other side is a magician worshipped by the imperial family. Shylock can get the information, which shows that the source of the information is very powerful and professional.

Judging from this information, we can basically rule out the relationship between Krasu and that incident, which makes him feel relieved. As long as he is not of that faction, Krasu's risk has been greatly reduced.

McGonagall was more concerned that Krasu had a relationship with the fairy princess. He seemed to want to take her as an apprentice, but the matter was not settled later, so he should be kind to the fairy princess.

However, Julian's information is obviously much less. He only says that he is a mysterious magician. He has been running this magic potion shop in Aden square for nearly ten years. The business of the magic potion shop has been lukewarm, producing a variety of low-level magic potions, which can be supplied in bulk. Therefore, many adventure teams will buy some basic potions from him, which is usually very low-key.

However, Shylock finally mentioned that there may be some grudges between Julian and Krasu, but this is just a brush. I don't know if he has limited knowledge or some fear.

"In this way, Krasu is less dangerous than the mysterious Julian." McGonagall frowned and thought. According to the information, Krasu now wants to find a close disciple to inherit his legacy. He is 121 years old, and his life should be coming to an end. Therefore, finding an apprentice is more important to him than anything else.

And knowing that Amy is a half elf or wants to take her as an apprentice, it can be seen that taking her as an apprentice is more important to him now than all other things, even the secular doubts and various problems that may appear in the wizard tower.

"If he really wants to take Amy as an apprentice, and don't go to the wizard tower..." McGonagall's mind is a little active.

"My father, salted bean curd is delicious!" Amy's happy voice interrupts McGonagall's meditation. She smiles and puts the information back into the paper bag. She gets up and walks over. Amy's rougamo and salted bean curd are finished. She looks up at her head and smiles like a crescent moon.

"Is Amy's favorite food salted bean curd?" McGonagall reached out and gently wiped a little tofu from the corner of her mouth. She asked with a smile.

"But I also want to try the sweet bean curd. I think it will be delicious." Amy shakes her head and looks at the bean curd with golden red sugar juice. "When you're almost full, it must be great to have a sweet bean curd like a dessert."

"Well, try it." MEG nodded. He was still a little helpless about the little guy's attitude that he would never miss any kind of delicious food. But what can he do? Even if he wanted to eat sweet bean curd, he was so cute. He carefully moved the bowl of sweet bean curd in front of her.

Abelmia's face was full of expectation. She thought Amy didn't want to eat sweet bean curd because she thought salty bean curd was delicious, but now it doesn't look like this. Maybe she will fall in love with the taste of sweet bean curd.

Amy scoops a spoonful of sweet bean curd into her mouth. Her big blue eyes close. The bean curd wrapped in sugar melts in her mouth. Her mouth is full of sweet taste.

MEG and abemia are looking forward to Amy. Now they are tied one by one. Amy's evaluation will be decisive.