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

Wark looked at McGonagall with wide eyes. His eyes were full of disbelief. His sword fell to the ground with a jingle. He fell back on his back, opened his mouth and spat two mouthfuls of blood. He stared at McGonagall until he could not close his eyes.

Blood slowly overflowed from behind him, dyed the black gravel ground red, dyed the small puddle red.

The smell of blood made MEG frown and his hand tremble. After all, killing is not an easy thing to do.

But McGonagall didn't regret killing walker.

It's because he's a damned man, and it's because he's touching McGonagall's bottom line.

When he showed greed for Amy, he was already a dead man.

He wants to tell him in the way of a father that little Lori is used to spoil him. If he has an idea that he shouldn't have, he can die.

"My father is so powerful!" Amy closed her eyes, but clapped her little hand.

"Great! The bad guys are dead! Mother, we are saved Jessica took Rebecca's hand and cried out happily.

Rebecca opened her eyes in surprise, looked at Walker lying in the pool of blood, and MEG still standing in the same place, holding Jessica and crying with joy.

"The old... The old is dead!"

The doglegs looked at wark, who was lying motionless in the pool of blood with a peach tree branch in his heart. The man who had been put on his face by MEG gave a scream like a pig, and struggled to get up.

"Run! Kill

The other dog legs also had the same look. Regardless of the pain, they struggled to get up and run away.

In their mind, the powerful and invincible Walker was killed by someone, and he used a peach tree branch, which was incredibly fast.

They didn't even see wark resist. He died without fighting back. He killed a second level knight with only one sword. What kind of terrible strength does this guy have?

Their hearts have collapsed, just want to escape here, the farther away from this terrible guy, the better.

"Did I let you go?" McGonagall asked coldly, looking at the dogs who were about to run away.

The body shape on the faces of all the doglegs suddenly stagnated, and the legs just stepped out abruptly stopped.

Even wark didn't have any power to fight back in his hands. How dare they run in front of him? How could they run!

"My Lord, please let us go! We are all forced. We are all good people. It's valckabee who did bad things for us

"Yes, please let us go. We will never dare to be a good man again."

The dog, who had turned into a pig's face, went straight down on his knees with a puff, kowtowing and crying.

The others fell to their knees and began to cry about how helpless they were. They were forced by wark to do something against their conscience.

"You are forced, I can believe it, but to say you are good people, I'm sorry, I'm not a fool." MEG looked sarcastically at the people kneeling and kowtowing.

He won't kill them because it's against the law. It's different from duel. It's hard to get rid of them after entanglement, but he will never let them go because they have done enough to make them die many times. It's obviously a good choice to let the grey temple or the city Lord's office deal with this matter.

……

"Lord brandley, there seems to be something wrong over there. Shall we go and have a look?" In an alley not far from the mining area, a member of the grey Temple reported to brandley, who was bending over to observe a large charred pit.

"What's the matter?" Brandley straightened up, looked at the man and asked, they received a report this morning that there was an unusual magic wave here, that a house had been burned down, so he brought people here early in the morning.

It's an explosive skill released by level 5 magician, but there are no casualties on the scene. It's just an abandoned house, and there are no more damaged places. It's not a big threat. It can be classified as a level 1 event.

"It's like a duel between the two knights. Originally, there was nothing, but it was strange that there was a duel. There lived the families of the miners who had died these years." Said the man hastily.

"The families of the miners who died?" Brandley pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "let's go and have a look."

……

"Is Walker dead?" A look of disbelief burst into the eyes of the distant onlookers.

A little old man picked up a stone from the ground and walked towards it with a bent body. His wrinkled face was black and red, and the black mineral powder seemed to have been integrated into his skin. Looking at the dead body of Walker lying on the ground, there was only hatred in his eyes.

A person came out from the door of the black bungalows and came to this side.

Most of them are old people and women, and even some children. Because of their long-term and swollen faces, they have the same dull expression and the same hatred look in their eyes.

They are holding the stone from the ground tightly in their hands, and they are as hard as the stone, coming silently.

McGonagall looked at the people who were walking with the stones. He was a little surprised. He hesitated and returned to the bike.

"Father, you are very good, but what are they doing with stones in their hands?" Amy looked at the people from both sides and asked strangely.

"Revenge." McGonagall reached behind and covered Amy's ears and eyes. He looked at the old people, women and children who passed by and walked towards Walker and the dogs.

"Mother?" Jessica also looked up at Rebecca in a confused way.

"Don't look at Jessica, you are different from them. You are the girl who wants to be the best tailor in the city of chaos. You still have a dream." Rebecca held Jessica tightly in her arms, put her hands over her ears, and closed her eyes.

"Poof!"

Stone hit on the body with blood, accompanied by a shrill scream sounded.

The stones of different sizes were soon stained with blood.

There are dead and living.

The numb faces, stained with blood, seem to become a little vivid, with a trace of relief, and a trace of hope to live again.

"Somani, my poor daughter, I've avenged you! I have avenged you The rickety old man bit an ear in his mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it directly, and was squeezed out of the crowd. With a puff, he knelt down on the ground and cried.

The cry seemed to be contagious, and soon spread, accompanied by a cry of despair and complaint, with stones and blood to vent their inner hatred and despair.

"What are you doing! Get out of here! Lord Woodrow is here! Do you all want to be arrested! "

At this time, a high voice sounded, accompanied by a sound of knife drawing.