Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Watching Hill's carriage leave, Mag poured himself another cup of tea, watched the heat rise slowly in front of his eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and squinted at a big tree not far away.

A figure leaned against the big tree, peeping in this direction vaguely.

This person has been around for a while, and McGonagall quickly noticed him with his unprofessional stalking.

In broad daylight, he was wearing a complete set of black clothes and a hat, and he almost wrote the four characters "I am a spy" on his forehead to show his identity.

"The enemy came to the door? Or are you eyeing me to make a fortune?" Mag raised his eyebrows. Judging from the sensing situation, it should be a human being with a strength of around six levels, obviously coming for him.

There is too little information, and Mag can't deduce anything.

The man in black stood behind the tree for a while, lowered the brim of his hat, turned and left.

Mag thought for a while, but didn't choose to follow.

The strength of the sixth level can't even break the automatic defense of the restaurant, so it poses no threat.

Since he came to check in during the day, he would probably act at night, so let's wait until night to see what he wants to do.

In an empty alley, three men in black wearing black hats gathered together, a tall and thin man, a short and fat man, and a strong man.

"Boss, have you really stepped on it? We are going to make a big fortune this time. As long as we succeed, the three of us don't have to worry about anything." The thin man whispered.

"Nonsense, I'm going out, when did something go wrong. As long as the fat man's news is correct, then there is really an artifact in the shop that can make super delicious grilled fish by itself, and we will definitely succeed tonight." Cobir looked confident laughed.

"It's definitely true. I watched the boss take out delicious grilled fish from the black magic weapon!" The fat man nodded firmly, and said with a nostalgic smile on his face: "The taste It’s really delicious, and one piece costs 2,500 copper coins, and there are so many people who order it. As long as we can get this artifact, we only need to lie down and collect money every day, and we can also eat delicious grilled fish every day. "

"Eat, eat, eat, I'm so fat that I only know how to eat." Cobiel patted the fat man's head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "When I have money, I will drink the strongest wine and ride the wildest woman!"

"One, two, three"

Close at noon,

Mag looked at Gina who was happily counting the mud shells in the corner, and couldn't help asking: "Gina, what do you do with so many mud shells? You can't eat so many even as a supper, right?"

Gina stared at Mag for a while before she understood what he meant. She pointed to the mud shell, then pointed to her own mouth, waved her hand, indicating that it was not for her to eat, and gestured to the fish's tail again: "I, the clansmen, they, eat."

It took Mag quite a while to understand what Gina meant. It turned out that these mud shells were prepared for murlocs like her, and it seemed that they wanted them to have the ability to breathe on land.

But Gina couldn't even tell where she came from, and she didn't know where her home was. No matter how many mud shells she hoarded, she probably wouldn't be able to give them to her compatriots.

Moreover, what makes Mag more curious is, isn't it good for murlocs to live in the sea?

There are no territorial disputes, people are free, and all kinds of fish are inexhaustible, so why go to the mainland to compete for living space with other ethnic groups.

"Sister Gina can't speak or write, but she can draw. Why not let her use drawing to communicate with us?"

Amy walked over with the ugly duckling in her arms and asked curiously.

"That's right, that's a good way." Mag's eyes lit up. With such a simple way, he didn't expect that the kid would find the simplest and most effective way.

"Gina, if you have anything to say to me, just draw it with a picture." Mag handed a pen and paper to Gina, and then said gesturing.

Simple daily communication can be carried out with body language, but slightly more complex conversations, between races with completely different worldviews, obviously cannot be carried out with body language.

Gina's eyes lit up when she looked at the pen and paper, and she picked up the pen clumsily. Under Mag's teaching, she quickly learned how to control her strength to draw lines on the paper without directly breaking the pen or puncturing the paper.

Gina sat at the table, and everyone in the restaurant surrounded her curiously.

Everyone was quite curious about Gina's life experience, but since they couldn't communicate in words, after many days, they still haven't figured out where Gina came from and why.

Gina thought for a while and began to draw pictures.

A murloc with a mermaid body quickly appeared in her writing, and they surrounded a round altar-like high platform. In the center of the altar, there was an old murloc in a long robe, who seemed to be presiding over the altar. What a solemn and mysterious ceremony.

Although it is the first time to draw with a pen on paper, Gina's drawing is surprisingly good. Although some details have been reduced for the sake of speed, the simple lines still make people feel the dense mermaids and the solemnity of the scene feel.

"There are so many mermaids, what are they doing? Are you praying for pie in the sky?" Amy asked curiously as she knelt on another chair and looked at the picture.

"It seems that there is indeed a large group of mermaids." McGonagall was thoughtful. Although there were only a dozen murlocs drawn on the paper, more wavy lines should represent densely packed mermaids.

Gina didn't explain, but quickly began to draw the second picture.

A beam of light appeared above the altar, and then image projections began to appear in the sky, and expressions of surprise appeared on the faces of the mermaids.

"Could it be divine revelation?"

Elizabeth whispered, with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Apocalypse?" Everyone looked at Elizabeth curiously.

"What is that? Sister Elizabeth." Amy asked.

"It is said that on the continent of Nolan, there is a supreme god. Among the various tribes, the elves worship the god of life, the forest troll tribe worships the god of strength, and the orc tribe worships their respective totem gods. No one I have seen gods, but there are occasional revelations from gods, so many people still believe in the existence of gods." Irina explained.

Gina couldn't understand everyone's conversation, and didn't explain, but started to draw the next picture.

The chaotic picture of Shenqi freezes, and a restaurant appears on the picture, and a young man stands in front of the restaurant.

"Isn't this my father? And our restaurant!" Amy whispered.

Everyone also looked at the painting in shock, full of disbelief.

"Why don't you just put on a slideshow and make a fuss."

The system muttered.

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