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

Woodrow's eyes flickered. The sudden appearance of brandley completely disrupted his plan. What's worse is that this guy still knows him. It's obviously impossible to cut the mess quickly, but this guy must die, whether it's revenge for wark or covering up the tail that may be caught by the grey temple.

"Lord brandley, although I don't know what kind of friendship you have with this murderer, the human and material evidence of his killing is gathered together, and it's the people of my patrol house who killed him. So now I have to arrest him and take him back with these mobs for strict examination. This is a case of our city Lord's house. I believe the grey Temple won't interfere in it?" Woodrow stood up straight and looked at brandley with some strength.

Brandley looks at Woodrow and frowns slightly. From his reaction, we can conclude that there must be something fishy in it. But he uses the city Lord's mansion to suppress him, deliberately putting the two on the opposite side, which really makes him a bit embarrassed.

Both the grey temple and the city Lord's office have the right to deal with such incidents, especially when it comes to the internal casualties of a certain party.

"You are lying! Grandpa Balabala, he's a bad guy Amy was a little angry and said, "that villain bullied Jessica and her mother just now. He had to kill his father before he could do it. Besides, he bullied a lot of people."

"Shut up, you're a little kid. What's the right to talk nonsense here!" Woodrow stares at Amy and barks.

"My father, he is fierce." Amy drew back into Meg's arms, a little scared.

"Good, don't be afraid. I'm here." McGonagall gently stroked Amy's back, looked at Woodrow and said, "don't let an innocent child tell the truth. Can you just let me talk nonsense? I said, is it because you have a big face that the whole world has to let you? Your fat body is scraped off from them bit by bit, so your conscience won't hurt? "

"You Woodrow pointed at McGonagall, his fat body trembling with anger. No one had ever dared to speak to him or insult him like this.

Blandley looked at McGonagall with a look of surprise on his face. Boss McGonagall, who is usually kind to people, is really an enhanced version of boss McGonagall.

Hesitated for a moment, but did not rush to speak, now the cause of the matter is not clear, gray temple is suitable for intervention, need to further judge.

However, no matter what Woodrow said, it's absolutely impossible for him to let boss Mai and Amy get hurt. The anger of the two magicians is hard to bear. He whispered a few words to one of the players around him. The man nodded and left quickly.

"A group of mobs who are so hungry that they can't even afford a stone because of your pension deduction; A mob of people over 60, women and children under 14; A group of mobs who lost their heart and soul in the mine disaster but suffered from daily humiliation; Women's chastity has become something you can use at will. Even five or six-year-old girls can't escape from the clutches of the devil. They lie on the ground and linger, but they have to be humiliated by people. This is what you call a mob. " McGonagall's smile grew colder and colder. He glanced over Woodrow's face and the guards of the house and asked, "shouldn't they be angry? Should they live with all this? How can the miners who keep their lives under the mines forever for the construction of the chaotic city close their eyes

The guards slowly lowered their heads, and unconsciously put down their swords. They pointed to the ground and lowered their eyes. They did not dare to look directly at MEG.

There was a sob in the crowd.

The young man who had calmly told him how to carry his younger sister up from the river and bury her, dropped his broken finger on the ground, and tears fell from his young face.

An old woman held the head of a little girl with a missing hand and held her tightly in her arms. She suppressed her voice and cried, like an old-fashioned exhaust fan. She could only hear heavy breathing.

A woman with two ugly scars on her face was staring at MEG with tears streaming down her face.

A quiet, can only hear a voice of suppressed sobs.

"This..." brandley looked at the scene and felt that his heart was suddenly seized. If what McGonagall said was true, what kind of torture and suffering were the families of the miners who sacrificed a lot for the chaotic city in this corner that few people paid attention to?

Every month, the city Lord's government will give the family members of the miners a pension, at least to ensure their lives, not hungry. But now they look like they are not able to fill their stomachs. Where is the pension?

There is no hatred for no reason. Ordinary women, children and old people are even less likely to kill people because of someone's words.

Blandley clenched his fist slowly, and his anger burned in his heart.

"Nonsense! talk nonsense! Come on, get him! Get all these people for me Woodrow, with a look of panic on his face, waved and cried fiercely.

The guards looked at each other with hesitation.

"I'm the patrol commander, your officer! Do you dare not listen to my orders? Do you want to rebel? " Cried Woodrow, kicking the guard beside him.

The guards looked a little evasive, but when they heard this, they slowly picked up the long knife in their hands and hesitated to walk towards MEG and the miners' families.

Looking at this scene, the people in the grey temple also had their own judgment and guess. They spontaneously stood on both sides of McGonagall, holding the sword and magic wand.

"Governor, what are you feeling guilty about?" McGonagall's heart became more and more heavy after listening to the suppressed cry. He looked at Woodrow with a sarcastic smile and said, "in fact, you don't have to use the city Lord's house to oppress me, because I've seen the city Lord. Tonight, the city Lord's house will hold a meeting between the dragon and the devil in my restaurant. If you have a lot of dissatisfaction, you can slowly tell the city Lord this evening, I'm sure he'll be interested in that. "

"But now, listen to their voices. Over the years, you have done some things that are not allowed by heaven! What kind of unforgivable crimes have you committed against your son's nephew McGonagall looked at the miners' families and said in a gentle and firm voice, "I know that every time you say something, it's a cruel thing for you. But now, I hope you can tell the truth. Lord brandley and the grey temple will do justice for you and let all the scum accept their due trial."

"Kill him for me!" Woodrow yelled, pointing to MEG.

"Stop it! I'm elder duchasi of the grey temple, level 7 magician brandley. Now it's time to define this event as level 4 event, which will be officially taken over by the grey temple. No one else, step back! " Just then, blandley, who had been silent for a long time, stepped forward, holding a gray black token in his hand.