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

Looking at the token in brandley's hand, Woodrow turned pale and staggered back two steps with a look of fear in his eyes.

The guards stopped and looked at brandley and his token with awe in their eyes.

Level seven magicians, this kind of strength is enough to easily destroy all the people here.

What scares them even more is the token in his hand and the level-4 event he said. The level-4 event is already a high-level event in the event level of the grey temple. Once it is determined, even the city Lord's house can't interfere, let alone the patrol house.

They have lost the qualification to participate and all they can do is wait for trial.

The miners' families looked at brandley with hopeful eyes.

McGonagall looked at blandley with a smile on his face, which was worth his effort.

"Lord Bradley, you can't do this. It's not in line with the rules. You're at the level of violation ruling!" Woodrow was not willing to cry. Once this incident is classified as a level 4 incident by the grey temple, it will be thoroughly investigated. At that time, he will have no chance to turn over.

"Woodrow, please don't tell us how to handle the case in the grey temple. How to determine the level of the incident is determined according to the rules of the grey temple. Now please step down the guards of the house. Because you may be involved in a level 4 incident, you are restricted in your behavior and activity area. Please stand in place to cooperate with the investigation." Brandley looked at Woodrow with a serious expression and talked. Two patrol guards of the grey temple came forward and stood beside Woodrow.

"I'm an official of the city Lord's mansion. I'm a patrolling envoy. You have no right to restrict my freedom. I'm going to the city Lord's mansion! I'm going to see the Lord of the city! " Woodrow turned and wanted to go.

"Please cooperate with the investigation, otherwise we will take compulsory measures against you according to the regulations." The two patrol guards pressed their hands on his shoulders and said solemnly.

"You are framing! I don't agree! I'm going to see the Lord! I want to... "Woodrow struggled to break away from the two patrol guards.

"You don't have to go to the Lord of the city. The Lord of the city has an order. It's up to the ash temple to investigate the matter. The governor's office will cooperate with the investigation. You can't neglect or tolerate the family members of the miners who died." At this moment, the sound of horse hooves accompanied by a majestic voice sounded. Dix rode in from outside the crowd, looked at Woodrow from a high position and said, "Woodrow, the Lord of the city is very disappointed with you."

When Woodrow heard this, he immediately sat down on the ground, sweating down his face, shaking his head and shaking his lips, and said, "it's not like this, Lord DIX. It's not like this. Please help me talk to the Lord. I'm his most loyal dog. I'm only loyal to him..."

"Lord of the city never keeps dogs." Dix directly interrupted him, turned over and dismounted, looked at brandley and said, "Lord brandley, I'm here at the order of the city Lord to assist the grey temple in handling the case."

"Well, thank you for understanding." Brandley nodded and looked at Woodrow, who was sitting on the ground. He turned to the miners' families and said, "the gray Temple handles the case fairly. Now we have to make a record of your inquiry. Every word you say will become evidence in court, so you must be responsible for what you say. We will never wronged any good man or let go of a bad man. Please believe us. "

The miners' families looked at brandley with some hesitation on their faces.

"I'm Ebenezer. I'm 13 years old. Four years ago, my father and mother died in a mine accident at the same time, leaving me and my two-year-old sister..." the boy was the first to stand up and look at brandley.

The scene was very quiet. Only the young boy's voice was interrupted several times by choking.

The expression on people's faces began to become angry, looking at the young man's eyes full of pity, and the eyes fell on the people standing behind him, but there was a trace of intolerance and fear.

"I think she is still looking at me, let me take her to catch butterflies..." the boy looked up, looked at a small butterfly flying on his head, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand.

The butterfly danced around him for several times, stopped at his fingertips for a while, then flapped away and flew to the sky, flying all the time, flying all the time

"Don't worry, child, your sister won't die in vain." Brandley clenched his fist, tried to calm his voice, nodded slightly and said, "next."

"I'm Harold, 65, my son four years ago..." an old man came out and began to tell his story.

One by one people lament the anger of the story from their mouth, like a heavy punch hit on the hearts of people, people blocked breathless.

"They're lying! They're... "Woodrow's face grew paler and paler, struggling to get up.

"Shut up Blandley cheered coldly and said solemnly, "take him and all the guards of the guard house back to Basti prison, deal with the scene, properly settle the miners' families, and then summon them one by one to review all the criminal records and give them justice!"

"Yes

All the people in the gray Temple answered in unison, took out the rope and tied up Woodrow directly, and the soldiers in the patrol house were also seized weapons and huddled together with their heads down.

"What a jerk Dix also clenched his fist in anger.

"He killed my nephew, and he killed a lot of people. Don't you mean that you will not let any bad people go? Then arrest him, too! " Woodrow, too tied to move, roared as he watched McGonagall.

"Whether Mr. McGonagall killed your nephew remains to be investigated. However, in the face of such a ferocious villain, if he really died in the hands of Mr. McGonagall, he is a hero who fights against the evil and does good deeds for a just cause. What he deserves is praise and applause, just like sending you to prison." Brandley looked at Woodrow seriously.

"Mr. McGonagall, why are you here?" Dix noticed MEG, surprised.

"Lord Dix, I didn't expect to see you again so soon." McGonagall was also a little surprised, a little helpless, said: "originally with Amy to invite her little friends to the party, just met the bully bullying them, and tried to seize the little girl, and then there is now this thing."

"For this matter, the city Lord's office expresses its regret and thanks Mr. McGonagall for protecting the safety of civilians and uncovering the darkness. We will thoroughly investigate it and never let go of any bad people." Dix looked at MEG and said solemnly.

"I hope so. The city Lord's office should reflect that if the law is given to an individual, his existence will be meaningless." McGonagall looked into Dix's eyes, just as seriously.

"I'll pass that on to the Lord of the city." Dix nodded.

"It's... How can it be... Isn't he just a restaurant owner?" Woodrow was paralyzed in the hands of two gray Temple guards, and then he was carried away.