Everyone left, and Amy took Anne out to play with the ugly duckling.

MEG closed the door, turned to look at Elena in the dining room, and said with a smile, "do you have a lot of question marks?"

"I know you just didn't tell them the truth, so what's going on?" Irina nodded and looked at MEG curiously.

"What do you see?" MEG didn't rush to answer.

"A holy light, the real holy light, runs through the universe."

"Have you learned?"

"Not yet, but as long as you watch enough, you will learn sooner or later." Irina shook her head slightly. "So, what's going on? Why is this dish so wonderful? Does it have anything to do with the octopus monster? "

McGonagall looked at Elena, pondered for a while, and said: "I'm not sure about the specific situation at present. It's said that when the cooking skill reaches a certain level, it will have some wonderful effects on the dishes. For example, the bean curd that can nourish beauty, the Buddha that can make people bald and hairy jump over the wall, and the effect of stir fried Octopus whiskers and octopus balls may be just like this. "

Irina stared at MEG for a while, with a slightly strange expression, and said, "in other words, your cooking skills have been able to stew the laws of heaven?"

"It's not exaggeration. Maybe it just opens up an opportunity for you. People who understand the law of heaven naturally understand it. People who can't understand it, even if they see it, it's useless." McGonagall shook his head. He didn't mean to hide it from Elena. It's just that the system is hard to explain. It's too much to say. Telling her that she ate octopus meat would make her spit out on the spot, so he had to blame all this on the wonderful cooking.

Anyway, it can't be copied.

Of course, the more important point is that Elena obviously has a great interest in the law of light, and intends to continue to use this opportunity to observe the real light.

It's probably like when you eat chicken gizzards and fat intestines, the boss won't tell you which part it is and what its main function in the host is to do.

Irina looked at MEG incredulously. "Is it really nothing to do with that octopus monster?"

"Do you think if I make octopus balls out of that octopus monster, I'll sell them for 40 coppers?" MEG shrugged.

"That's right. You have to sell 80 coppers for one fried dough stick." Irina nodded and took the octopus's tentacles, which was fatal. It was impossible to sell only 40 copper coins.

"That's determined by the market value, not the high I set." McGonagall's face was calm without blushing.

You know, this is a kind of fried dough sticks made by a demigod knight, who gets up early every day, rubs slowly, twists and wipes repeatedly, and makes them by himself. Not to mention 80 copper coins, even 800 copper coins are not too much, OK.

"You look good today." MEG looked at Irina and said with a smile.

"Do you like it?" Elena gave a shy smile.

"Well, I like it." MEG nodded.

The coquettish color on Elena's face disappeared instantly. Looking at MEG, she said with a smile: "so you like beast ear Niang? Come on, is there anything between you and Connie? "

McGonagall glanced at the little whip that appeared in her hand. Her smile gradually disappeared. What he mewed was fishing law enforcement?!

And if you think about it, it's still a suicide problem.

You say you like it, she said it's not her, little whip.

You don't like it

What's possible is the folding chair.

"I mean, I like everything you look like." MEG tried to keep his brain cold and sober, and his brain was running fast, and began to turn the earth's love in his head.

"And if I become Gloria, do you like it?" Irina asked with a smile.

McGonagall: "and

"System, can you send me a help post? I'm really in a hurry now! " Meg's little heart was pounding, and I didn't know what Irina had just said to Gloria at dinner. It was really sad and painful.

"Netizen reply: can pretend dizzy." The system replied quickly.

MEG rolled his eyes and fell to the ground and fainted.

Looking at MEG lying on the ground, unconscious, it's Irina's turn to be silly.

"Are you serious?" Elena quickly bent over and grabbed Meg's wrist. Her heart beat a little fast, but still in the normal range.

"It's a fake?" Irina's eyes narrowed, her mouth curved, and her whip slapped beside MEG.

McGonagall's eyelashes quivered, but he managed to control his stress response.

"Come on, don't pretend. Skip the question." Irina put away the whip and gave MEG a slight kick in the foot with her toe.

MEG opened one eye, glanced at Elena, who had put away the whip. He was relieved. Then he opened his eyes vaguely, sat up and asked, "what happened to me just now?"

"Tut, I've learned how to play dead." Elena takes out the folding chair hidden behind her with a smile.

MEG: ヽ (*). Д) o゜

He was terrified.

Fortunately, Elena didn't really do it.

Otherwise, he doesn't know whether to win or lose.

"That girl is lovely." Irina put away her little stool and sat down in a chair.

MEG knew that she was talking about Gloria, and could not help but pick her eyebrows. Did she want to find a small one for herself?

But he soon gave up this idea, this may be a clever Fishing law enforcement, put away the bench, may become double back.

Men, must be stable, too fast is often bad.

"Did you say Annie? It's lovely, but I can't talk. " MEG poured her a glass of water, sat down opposite her and nodded.

Irina takes a look at MEG. She doesn't know if he really doesn't know who she's talking about or pretends to be.

"By the way, Crassus just said that he would take Amy to attend the magic meeting in lodu in a few days." MEG pretended not to see Elena's face and changed the subject.

He doesn't like to dance on the point of a knife. If he falls down carelessly, he will lose either his life or his life.

"It's a boring game. It's just a group of guys below level eight, but it's a chance for Amy to experience." Irina nodded slightly.

"Amy is only four years old now. Is it too early to be famous?" MEG was a little worried.

"I became a high-level magician when I was ten. You know that when you are twenty-three, you become famous early. This is the tradition of our family." Irina's face is natural.

When he thought about it, there was no flaw in it.

"I heard that Andre wanted to talk to you in person. The person who came to invite you should be on his way." Irina suddenly stopped smiling. "Are you going?"

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