"What's going on? Why isn't the restaurant open yet? "
"Mr. Mak put up a notice. He said he went out to get ingredients, so the restaurant will be closed for the day!"
"No way! Doesn't that mean I won't be able to eat tofu pudding and Yangzhou fried rice for the whole day? "
"What's wrong with Mr. Mak? Is he too arrogant, or does he think we can't hold a knife anymore? "
"Yeah, why didn't he put up a notice in advance? Not only did I make a wasted trip, but I also have to kneel on the washboard for my wife when I get back. There's no way to explain this!"
A group of customers who had come for breakfast early in the morning had gathered at the entrance of the restaurant. When they heard what the people inside said after seeing the notice, they all sighed and complained.
"Didn't Mr. Mak say he'll be closed for one day every six days? It's only the second day. Why is he suddenly closing for the day? "Harrison asked in confusion.
"Yeah, I told Parmer to wait at home for a while this morning. I was going to bring him breakfast before he went to school. Now it's ruined again." Gjerj also sighed. He was having a headache.
"Didn't you see? Mr. Mak also said he'll be releasing a new dish tomorrow. I think he really went out to get ingredients today. Otherwise, with Mr. Mak's personality, he wouldn't stand us up so easily. " Mobai sighed at the blacksmith's door. He was the first one to see the notice. It was a bit weird that he couldn't eat Yangzhou fried rice this morning, but he still believed in Meg's character.
"That's right. Every new dish that Boss Mag releases brings us unparalleled surprises and delicacies. He even went out of his way to collect ingredients himself. We should be more understanding of such a genius concept and such a serious attitude."
"You're right, but I'll just throw a knife here. I hope Mr. Mak knows what he'll face if he does this often." A young knight took out a small knife from his waist and threw it at the door.
Ding, ding, ding … Suddenly, the door was filled with clinking sounds. Knives, daggers, and blades piled up into a small hill, and the number was still increasing.
"Aren't you open today?" In a luxurious horse-drawn carriage outside, Gloria lifted a corner of the curtain, and murmured to herself in disappointment. Even though she was still wearing her veil, she had changed into a long blue dress today, and her black cloak had also been replaced with a silver one. Her veil had also become a lot thinner, and had been replaced with a light blue one.
The lethargic feeling from before was swept away. Although her appearance was still unclear, the feeling she gave off was completely different. Her graceful figure and slightly curly long hair would definitely attract a lot of attention if she stepped out of the carriage.
"The new dish should be delicious …" She murmured softly, put down the curtain and asked the coachman to go back. Today, Luo Xiya had something to do and did not come.
The three members of the Burning Legion finally squeezed their way to the door. Staring at the pile of blades and the notice on the door, they found it hard to accept.
"Boss, what should we do? If I don't eat roujiamo for the whole day, I'll be exhausted! "Mond said anxiously as he rubbed his big bald head.
"Yeah, I feel like I've suddenly lost my life goal today." Kiel was also dejected.
"Bullsh * t! Look, even a genius like Mr. Mak went out to collect materials so early. Don't you feel embarrassed to be so dispirited? Do you have the right to lose your life goal? " Sargeras knocked on their foreheads, and waved his hand. "Let's go. Today's mission will be doubled. Yesterday, we received news from our clan that the first batch of lava warriors has been assembled, and they will be leaving for Chaos City soon. We should at least treat our brothers from afar with a sumptuous meal of roujiamo, right?"
"For roujiamo!" Kiel and Mond shouted at the same time. Their eyes were filled with fighting spirit!
"Mr. Mak, this guy. I thought something had happened to my precious apprentice when he asked for sick leave, but it seems like he's not sick at all. He just took her out to have fun, right? It's only the second day of school, and he's already skipping class! " Crassus stared at the notice angrily. The sudden rise in temperature made the people around him take a few steps back.
"Then today is also your day. Amy will have to go to class with me the day after tomorrow," Julian said gloatingly.
Crassus suppressed his anger, and pursed his lips at Julian. "Heh, you can only go for two days. After that, Mr. Mak will be on leave again."
"Two days is no big deal. If I teach her, one day is better than three days for some people," Julian said in a hoarse voice. He looked at Julian with a hint of provocation in his eyes.
Krassu's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Urien, and asked, "Seems like you want to compete?"
"If I don't move, I'm going to get old." Julian reached into his sleeve, and a black magic staff appeared in his hand.
"Um … Please calm down, Masters … We're too close to the cafeteria, and there are too many people here …" Brandli braced himself and stood between the two of them. The magic barrier around him had already been fully activated, and he could feel the impact of ice and fire on both sides.
As a 7th-tier magic caster, he was highly respected in the Gray Temple. However, in front of these two living legends of the magic world, he was only a junior. Recently, his job was to keep an eye on the two of them and prevent them from fighting …
This was really a job that required one's life.
…
At the city gate, Meg felt everyone's gazes, including the cold gaze of the Frost Dragon in the sky. He also realized that they seemed to be a little too high profile. He stepped forward and shielded Amy behind him, and looked at the Frost Dragon warily. After all, he was no longer the dragon-slaying warrior he used to be.
"System, can I sell Italian Cannons?" Meg quickly asked in his mind.
"You can't afford them," the system replied calmly.
"If I die, no one will buy them from you in the future," Meg continued.
"No, there's still a lot of demand for these classic cannons," the system retorted.
"You're f * cking selling firearms to other people?" Meg raised an eyebrow.
"Who said that? How could I do something like that? Don't slander me! This is the system's business, so how could I peddle it? "The system immediately became a little anxious.
All of the mercenaries looked at Meg, who immediately stood in front of Amy, and looked at him with admiration. At least this man had some guts.
However, angering a giant dragon wasn't going to be easy. They could only hope that the giant dragon would be a little more forgiving and think that Amy's words were a compliment, not a provocation.
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