"The old man who sells matches?" McGonagall paused for a moment, looked at Amy's somewhat pitiful gaze, and suddenly remembered the story she had told her about the little match girl, who seemed to have regarded Crassus, who had been waiting outside the window for a long time, as a poor person who had no money to eat.

However, this magician doesn't look like a person with no money, judging from his demeanor and temperament, he is either a master in the world, or he has been in a high position for a long time, and he does not show the slightest expression of surprise for the various furnishings in the restaurant, which shows that these things are not uncommon in his eyes, and the so-called vision and heritage can often be seen from small details.

"Yes, you see how pitiful he is, after waiting outside the window for so long, no one has bought him a match, why don't we buy one for him?" Amy looked at McGonagall and nodded, looked at Crassus with pity, and comforted: "Grandpa, don't worry, although even if we buy a match, you will starve to death, but it is still a little better than the little girl who didn't even sell a match, and you should be able to die without regrets." ”

Crassus listened to Amy's words, a little stunned, the little girl seemed to understand something, shook her head with a smile and said, "Little girl, I'm not actually selling ......"

"I know you're cold and hungry and want to eat roast goose, right?" Amy interrupted Crassus's words, holding the ugly duckling and shrinking back, a little wary and embarrassed: "But the ugly duckling is still a baby, you can't eat it, you have to raise it." ”

"Meow!" The ugly duckling turned his head to look up at Amy, his eyes widening and realizing that things didn't seem to be so simple.

"......" Crassus didn't know how to answer for a while, and he didn't seem to say anything, so he was put on a strange identity by this little girl, and became a bad old man who had no money to eat and wanted to eat roast goose? The key is, what is the relationship with the little beast that looks like a cat in this level?

McGonagall looked at Amy, who was full of vigilance, and almost couldn't hold back her laughter, seeing Crassus's embarrassed face, she hurriedly smiled and said: "I'm sorry, Amy heard me tell a little story before, the little girl is serious, what do you want to eat, the menu is on the table, you can refer to it yourself, the bacon and meat buns have been sold out." ”

"Okay." Crassus didn't think much of it, sat down directly across from Amy's table, leaned his man-tall magic wand against the glass window behind him, smiled kindly at Amy, and reached out to pick up the menu on the table.

He entered the restaurant to see if Amy had a talent for learning magic and to find out what the restaurateur meant, but it was a bit too abrupt to ask such a question as soon as he sat down.

Of course, he was not worried that someone would refuse his request to accept apprentices, as long as his identity was revealed, people on the Nolan continent who wanted to worship him as a teacher could line up from the Imperial Palace all the way to the gate of the Imperial Capital.

Accepting a half-elf as an apprentice would put him under some external pressure, but after the age of one hundred and twenty, he didn't care about these things at all, and now he just wanted to find a suitable apprentice and pass on what he had learned all his life.

As for whether it is a human or an elf, or even a half-elf Crassus, it doesn't matter, whatever others want to say, they can say it, is it possible that there is really anyone who dares to teach him a lesson.

This restaurant was the most comfortable restaurant he had ever entered in the City of Chaos these days, and of course, it was limited to comfort, and it was still far from luxurious compared to the royal palace of the Los Empire.

The restaurant was very lively before, and there could be so many customers in such a corner, so it should be a complete set of dishes, but when I opened the menu, there were only two dishes written on it, and just now the boss said that the cured meat and steamed buns have been sold out, which means that now only the top dish is provided'Yangzhou fried rice'.

"Boss, what is this Yangzhou fried rice?" Crassus looked up at McGonagall and asked, he had lived for more than a hundred and twenty years, and he had never heard of this kind of food, and the price of 600 copper coins was not cheap, one was enough for ten days of food for an ordinary family of three.

"It's just delicious! Super delicious rainbow fried rice. Amy hurriedly replied, looking at Crassus a little worried, "Although I know you want to eat, but we don't accept matches for money, only cash, if you don't give money for eating, I will set fire to you." ”

"Actually, I have money." Crassus smiled gently, and an old thin palm stretched out from the loose mage robe, spread out on the table, and there were two dragon coins in the palm of the palm.

"Huh? Then you don't sell matches? Amy looked at the dragon coin in Crassus's palm, and her little face was a little puzzled.

"I don't sell matches, but I can conjure you a match if you want." Crassus' hand on the table snapped his fingers, and a match the thickness of a small finger and two fingers long appeared on the fingertip.

McGonagall looked at this scene with some surprise, this is a higher level of magic than magic, creating things out of thin air, this method is really powerful.

Compared to Amy's fireball technique, which can only cause destruction, Crassus's light hand to turn into a match is more like a technical job, a feeling of integrating magic into life, and he secretly thought to himself that this should be a very powerful magician.

"Wow! Do you know magic? Amy's eyes lit up as she looked at the match in Crassus' hand.

Crassus smiled and nodded: "I'm a magician, of course I can do magic, this can only be regarded as a small trick, really powerful magic can drive back dragons and stop trolls, do you want to learn?" ”

"Huh?" McGonagall thought that Crassus had ordered food, but he didn't expect that he would start to trick Amy into learning magic, which made him a little wary.

Although Amy also wants to learn magic, their identities are somewhat special and cannot be revealed yet.

McGonagall secretly left the imperial capital with Amy and came to the City of Chaos, just because she didn't want to survive under the mocking gaze of those people.

They saved him his life that night just to see his jokes, but then he faked a suicide scene and came here in a different guise, and four years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Most people should think that they are dead, but the safety of their father and daughter is not too cautious, and Amy's magical talent is likely to be inherited from her mother, if it is a talent unique to the elven royal family, then it is even more important to find a trustworthy magician as a teacher.

"I don't want to." Amy shook her head without much thought, pointed at McGonagall and said proudly, "My father is also a super magician, he has conjured up a beautiful big restaurant, and he can cook all kinds of delicious things, will you?" ”

Crassulen paused for a moment, cooking, he really can't.

However, looking up at McGonagall, Crassus did not feel the slightest fluctuation of magic on his body, and the dining room was also decorated with normal materials.

Although the ingredients are much better than those of ordinary restaurants, they have nothing to do with magic, and it seems that the boss has told some lies in order to create a tall image in the eyes of his daughter.

"Boss, I want a Yangzhou fried rice." Crassus looked at McGonagall and said with a smile, since the little girl couldn't make sense, she had to start with the boss.