McGonagall's eyes lit up, and she looked at the crayfish in the vat, which was larger than the size of ordinary crayfish, and turned over, and her belly was red, which was exactly the kind of shrimp he was looking for.

And it should have just been caught from the sea, and the activity is very good, wielding a pair of large pincers to fight happily.

McGonagall carefully counted 45 of them.

Coupled with the shrimp he has received from fishermen in the past few days, the number of shrimp in his hands has now reached 62, which completely exceeds the number of shrimp breeding tasks that have been halved after bargaining with the system.

"There are forty-five in all, and when I go back in a few days, I will try to prepare five thousand clay shells for you to send as soon as possible." McGonagall looked at Dexter in a good mood and smiled, "The number of shrimp is enough, and I have to pay you for this trip." ”

"It is our pleasure to serve you, and Lantister appreciates your generosity." Dexter said with a smile, although in order to capture this little shrimp, he dispatched almost all the people of Landist who were able to leave the seal, including ten top powerhouses of the tenth level.

But getting 5,000 clay husks is a great deal for Landiste to get 5,000 places and opportunities to leave the seal.

"Would you like to go in and sit down?"

"No, Mr. McGonagall should rest, and I'll visit you in Chaos City in person later." Dexter glanced at McGonagall's pajamas and smiled as he left.

McGonagall was indeed just polite, watching Dexter leave, and then returning to the dining room with the outline.

The shrimp catching schedule in my mind has become 62/50, which means that the capture task has been completed, and the only thing left to successfully promote the practice of crayfish and develop the habit of eating crayfish is the success of the task of eliminating crayfish.

Crayfish eating on Carapace Island is in the limelight, and its influence is expanding rapidly.

Although the cooking skills of the ten apprentices are not the same, the progress is quite gratifying, and after the last study tomorrow, the students who have passed the assessment can start a new stove and open their own crayfish restaurant.

"System, what to do with these shrimps?" McGonagall asked in her mind, looking at the hard-earned shrimp in the vat.

Previously, the system used the opportunity to use the submarine to exchange a seed shrimp from McGonagall, and if the extra twelve seed shrimp could be exchanged for some benefits from the system, it would be better than a barbecue.

"Please treat the host pollution-free." The system replied.

"Huh? You don't want it? McGonagall was a little surprised.

"These crayfish that have left the crayfish farm are no longer pure, and may be infected with some unknown viruses and carry foreign parasites, and the system will not recycle." The system replied.

"If you don't deal with it, you can only eat it." McGonagall sighed, it seemed impossible to knock a stroke from the system.

"At the same time, in order to respond to the call of heaven and cultivate the host's awareness of environmental protection, the system has decided to classify and recycle the garbage generated by the host from today, and the host needs to classify the garbage before putting it in, otherwise the system will not recycle and fine the host."

“？？？” McGonagall was stunned.

After all, having studied abroad for many years, McGonagall is no stranger to garbage classification, but the system has never had such excessive requirements before, and now he suddenly responded to the call, which really caught him off guard.

In a world where plastic bags have not yet appeared, it is really strange to engage in garbage classification.

"System, what kind of garbage are you?"

"This system...... How to know! ”

"Okay, you said you want to do garbage sorting and recycling, then I'll test you." The corners of McGonagall's mouth curled.

"Heh, this system has thoroughly studied the spirit of Heavenly Dao's instructions." The system is full of confidence.

"What are the types of garbage sorting?"

"Recyclable, hazardous, wet and dry waste."

"What kind of garbage is that dried nuts?"

"Dry garbage?"

"No, it's wet garbage."

"Question: What kind of garbage is glue?"

"This must be wet garbage!" The system is determined.

"Wrong again, it's dry garbage."

"Question: What kind of garbage are jerky, red dates and flour?"

"Dry garbage, dry garbage, dry garbage!"

"No, they're all wet garbage." McGonagall shook her head and smiled a little contemptuously: "Perishable biomass, domestic waste are all wet garbage, system, you are very unprofessional in learning?" At your level, let's still pack and deal with it together, and indiscriminate treatment will easily lead to secondary pollution. ”

"No, this is just a small mistake, and the system must strictly implement the requirements of garbage classification." The system refuses, "You ask again." ”

"Okay, then let me ask you one last question, now I have a plastic bowl filled with leftovers and rat poison from the previous days, and I am ready to throw away after poisoning the rats, please, how should I dispose of and sort them when I put them in?"

"Squeak—"

A murmur of electricity sounded in McGonagall's head, and the system interface in her mind turned blue, and meaningless numbers slid by.

"Although garbage classification is beneficial for a long time, there is still a long way to go in implementation." McGonagall sighed, didn't bother with the crashing system, and poured the remaining crayfish into the water tank in the kitchen, the taste of the shrimp was better than that of ordinary crayfish, so it was better to keep it for herself.

……

The Abyss Demon Clan encountered very stubborn resistance to the landing battle on Flame Island, and thousands of Abyss Knights charged Flame Island, tearing apart the Flame Demon's defense line again and again, but they were all blocked back, leaving a roast pig in the ground.

The dawn sun gradually rose above the sea level, and the abyssal demons, who had fought fiercely all night, finally heard the clarion call to retreat.

The fireballs flying from the Flame Island also thinned out, and the equally exhausted Flame Demon Clan did not chase the Abyss Demon.

It was a sudden war, and neither side was adequately prepared, but last night an extremely tragic offensive and defensive battle was carried out, leaving behind corpses in all the places where the island of Flames could land.

None of the races expected this sudden war to break the peace that had preceded the peace talks, considering that just a few days ago, when they had gathered under the abyss, Alfred and Simmons were still enjoying their drinks.

Of course, they did not expect that they would be so easily involved in this dispute.

Because none of the diplomatic demons they sent to the scene of the war to inspect returned.

It's not big to say, it's not small to say.

But no matter what, it always represents the face of the clan, and the major races can't just pretend that it didn't happen, so they have sent solemn letters of inquiry to the Abyss Demon Clan and the Flame Demon Clan.

……

"It's a nice day again." McGonagall pushed open the window, the sun shining on his face with a gentle smile, stay two days at most, they should go back to the City of Chaos, and I don't know if Mia is okay with them.