"Well, I think so, my father is super handsome!" Amy nodded approvingly.

"Girl, if you praise me so much, I will float." McGonagall smiled and touched the little one's head, took her little hand and walked on.

"Father, what is a daughter? Can you eat it? Amy asked, curious.

"I can't eat it." McGonagall smiled and shook her head.

After walking for a while, the crowd parted, and McGonagall and the others were finally cleared.

The ugly duckling was put to the ground by Amy, and ran after her, which was running after a flower butterfly, and the laughter of silver bells echoed across the plains.

"Sure enough, I still have to take the two little ones out to play often, and I will go out of the city from the north on the next day off." McGonagall looked at Amy and the Ugly Duckling, with a smile on her face, and thought to herself.

"System, give me the sword." McGonagall said in her heart, without squinting, and stretched out her hand to the front with an indifferent face, the posture of the master receiving the sword is generally like this, right?

"Ding!"

A long sword fell from the sky and landed against McGonagall's nose, the cold light almost blinding his eyes, and it was firmly planted on the ground between his legs, the hilt shaking slightly.

McGonagall's form froze completely, and after a moment she moved her throat, and glanced down at the long sword whose hilt was still shaking, if it deviated by a centimeter, her nose and a certain part of the sword would have to say goodbye to him.

"System, you've been a little drifting lately, haven't you?" McGonagall held back her anger.

"I'm sorry host, the signal in the wilderness is not very good, and there is a slight deviation in positioning, but fortunately it was accurately delivered to the host." The system's apologetic voice sounded, and a sonorous slogan was added at the end: "The system is express, the mission must be achieved!" ”

"Da? You're a big-headed ghost! You're murder! McGonagall jumped to her feet, her legs were a little numb and she took two steps back, looking at the long sword that had sunk directly into a black stone on the ground, the bright sword body was glowing with cold light, and she was almost sharpened by such a sharp long sword, and the system was still here to broadcast him an advertisement?

This system, sure enough, is floating.

"Host, you are a baseless slander and an insult to a hard-working front-line employee like me, but as a system with professional ethics, I won't bother with you today." The system replied earnestly.

"Ethics? Oh, as far as your delivery attitude and level are concerned, I want a bad review! Return! I won't buy it again! McGonagall pouted and said coldly.

"Dear, if you have something to say, bad reviews and returns can't solve the problem, if you have any dissatisfaction and needs, please be sure to tell me." The system's voice suddenly became kind, paused, and continued: "Regarding the problem of delivery, there is actually a very simple and effective way, and it can easily solve the host's problem of accurate delivery, and at the same time, it can also provide the host with a holographic map within a radius of fifty kilometers of the City of Chaos!" This eliminates all the costs of future purchases of maps for the host. ”

"Is there such a good way?" McGonagall was a little unconvinced, could this system suddenly be transformed?

"The system can buy a satellite." The system seriously suggested.

"Why don't you go to heaven?" McGonagall couldn't help but laugh, and she pulled up the long sword on the ground, and quickly followed the two little ones who had already run away.

Let him open a restaurant in order to deliver more accurately, he even asked him to buy a satellite, this kind of good way, probably only the system can come up with it.

"The host, the satellite produced by this system, has accurate positioning, extremely high pixels, and is a synchronous satellite, which can lock the chaotic city in real time and provide accurate positioning needs for the host." The system doesn't give up, continued.

"Extremely high pixels? How tall can it be? McGonagall asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You can be as tall as you want." There is a bit of temptation in the system's words.

"Then I want to put one on the elven side, okay?" McGonagall asked, immediately interested.

"Not right now." The system continues: "The system seriously suggests that if the host wants to build a complete satellite navigation system, it will need to be composed of about thirty-five satellites, the first satellite must be over the city of chaos, and then radiate around, forming a network of satellites covering the entire continent, and so ......on."

"Sounds tempting, but I'm sorry to interrupt, how much are you going to sell a satellite?" McGonagall interrupted.

"3,000,000 gold coins, accurately sent into the predetermined orbit!" The system answers seriously.

"System, you suddenly have a great sense of humor today?" McGonagall suddenly laughed, "You're a vegetable seller and you're selling 300 million satellites to a vegetable cook?" I can't help but want to put you on it. ”

The "......" system silently floated through a line of ellipsis.

McGonagall didn't bother to pay attention to this unreliable system, she could pull the satellite to deliver a cargo, and while she was quickly following Amy, she was also looking at the long sword in her hand.

This sword is similar to the one I saw in the ink white shop a few days ago, a bit like a traditional Chinese long sword, the sword is about a meter long, two fingers wide, the hilt is black, with a few simple cross-grinding lines, and the straight sword body is silver and white, without the slightest pattern.

The black and white colors are very simple, which is very much in line with McGonagall's aesthetic.

The long sword is slightly cool in the hand, the thickness of the hilt is just one hand, and it feels just right to hold it in the hand, a little more is too heavy, a little less is too light, the system is tailor-made, and it is really quite reliable, more than McGonagall's one, which makes McGonagall feel fit, as if it should have been his sword.

"Do you want to buy it?" McGonagall suddenly had an idea in her heart, but immediately shook her head, this must be a trap of the system, and sure enough, the user experience is done to the extreme, no advertising is needed, and the user himself will rise to the idea of wanting to buy.

Thinking back to the Shadow Thirteen in her mind, McGonagall casually swung her longsword at a small tree the thickness of an arm.

I thought that the first time I used the sword, the movement would be a little stagnant, but I didn't expect the long sword in his hand to slash through the small tree, so fast that McGonagall herself didn't even see how the sword passed, and the sword move seemed to have been engraved in his body, becoming a natural reaction.

"Click!"

With a soft thud, the small tree the size of a forearm fell towards McGonagall.

"This ...... Become a martial arts master in seconds! McGonagall quickly dodged to the side, staring dumbfounded at the sword in her hand and the smooth cut of the remaining half of the tree.

It seems to be much more powerful than imagined, and if this sword goes down, the first-level knight is afraid that he will be hacked to death.

"Wow-" Amy and the ugly duckling, who were not far away, looked at McGonagall at the same time with their mouths wide open, and muttered, "Father is really amazing!" ”