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

The familiar and strange feeling coincides with the soul of McGonagall and Alex. Sometimes McGonagall can't tell whose memory it is. However, he doesn't bother to tangle and takes it as his own. Anyway, there is no way to separate those things, and it's like he has really experienced them, rather than standing in the barracks, Knights below level 3 are generally called rookies by veterans. They have kept the tradition for more than 100 years, and more importantly, they encourage and urge recruits and young knights.

There are several standards for first-class knights. First of all, the Knights' law should be tested. The Knights' guild will issue and set the questions uniformly. Those who fail to pass the exam can not take the following exam.

The next test is strength. The requirement is to be able to lift 150kg stone for 10 seconds.

Finally, the examination of fencing requires mastering basic fencing skills, being able to use it skillfully in actual combat, and having actual combat ability.

The three steps give MEG the same feeling as taking a driver's license test. Once the subject is finished, don't even think about taking the test. The second division can close the door and practice by itself. The third division will be on the road. It's a donkey or a horse. Take it out for a walk.

McGonagall vowed to do his own research in those years. As a result, he hung up three times when backing into the garage. Later, he bought the license directly. Later, he received a bunch of tickets for breaking the parking regulations every year, but he couldn't stop anyway.

Although McGonagall is back to his normal body now, it should be a little difficult to lift a 150kg stone for 10 seconds, but the sword skills in his mind and countless combat experience are enough to fill the gap in strength.

In actual combat, strength can't decide the outcome. Flexibility and swordsmanship can change the outcome.

After trying the weight, McGonagall didn't stay on the weapon. Instead, he looked at habang and said, "hasn't HAGA come back yet?"

"The news just came last night that the tribal war was over. Our tribe won a complete victory under my brother's leadership, annihilated and captured all the enemies, and regained the control of the gold mine. My brother is not in any serious trouble. He is injured in his hand and will come back to the chaotic City in a few days." Ha Bang said with a smile, looking in a good mood.

"That's good." MEG nodded with a smile. He had a good impression of HAGA's silent big man. He was a little worried about his safety. When he heard that he was ok, he was relieved. Amy talked about it once two days ago.

"You're talking. I'm going to meet a friend." Ha Bang said and went straight to the door.

"Does boss Mai like swords?" Mo Bai came forward, looked at McGonagall and said with a smile. McGonagall just said that the sword was too heavy, but he thought that the sword was just right, which made him a little strange.

"Men should have a dream to be knights. Before I picked up the kitchen knife, I had one too." Meg said with a smile.

Walking forward, his eyes swept over the weapons on the weapon rack, but finally fell on a messy sketch on the innermost small table.

There is a spherical object on the top. It is a sectional view. It is filled with various things. Besides, sulfur, charcoal and saltpeter are marked in scribble.

"What's this?" McGonagall's eyebrows are very good.

"Boss Mai, this is the thing that I told you last time that can generate huge energy, but so far I haven't worked out how to make the most of it." Mo Bai came forward and said with a bitter smile.

"It's safe to use. It's not for fun to blow up." McGonagall swallowed his saliva. It felt like one day he suddenly found that your uncle next door was studying bombs at home every day, and he was thinking about making some big news. This carelessness was going to be taken to heaven.

"Yes, it's not enough. I always feel that the power of the dragon is worse. The skin of the dragon is rough and the flesh is thick. It's not so easy to kill. Moreover, how to get this thing next to the dragon is also the problem I want to solve most now." Mo Bai brow deeply wrinkled, the whole person seems to be suddenly a lot older, lost in meditation.

"Take your time. I'll go back and prepare the ingredients first." McGonagall left immediately. He didn't know where Mo Bai got the powder formula, and he didn't think it was powerful enough.

Although he sympathized with Mobai's father being killed by the dragon, McGonagall didn't want to replace the world into the era of hot weapons so soon.

"System, how much is a sword of that weight?" Out of the armory, MEG asked in his heart.

"One thousand gold coins, quality guarantee! The old and the young are not deceived The system sounds.

"Don't you say it's cheaper than children's toys?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows.