McGonagall felt that she could not take on the responsibility of protecting her family, and he often worried about whether she would be able to be a good father and a husband.

Gina stared at McGonagall blankly, as if she didn't expect him to refuse, and was stunned for a moment before she was a little at a loss and said, "Yes...... Am I doing something wrong? ”

"No, you're not wrong, and neither is Lantiste." McGonagall gently put her hand on Gina's head, calmed her flustered mood, looked at her with a smile and said, "If Lantister doesn't fight with other people, naturally there is no need to worry about other people entering the sea to fight you, so why should you hand over the scepter to me, an outsider, and be subject to others." I'll always be a friend of Lantiste, and if someone needs my help, I'm not going to sit idly by.

Besides, I am just a human being, not a god. I like to cook, I like restaurants, I like this simple life, and the right is nothing more than a floating cloud for me. ”

Gina looked at McGonagall with her mouth slightly open, her body radiating a divine light, like the savior who appeared in the crystal ball that day.

"Simple...... Happy life. Ji Na had a hint of realization in her heart, and nodded vigorously, "I will go back and tell my father and the high priest the truth." ”

"Go ahead." McGonagall withdrew her hand, her eyes full of encouragement.

Looking at Gina who was going out, McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately Irina was not there, otherwise she would have to explain what it meant to follow her for life.

"Hannah's rum distillery should be finished, right?" McGonagall pushed her bike out and prepared to take a walk around the north of town to check on the progress of Hannah's rum, which has been being asked by many customers lately.

Secondly, McGonagall is also preparing to put the mass production of Moutai and whisky on the agenda.

The brewing of beer on his balcony is already the limit, and the brewing of this whisky and Moutai requires a larger site and a longer brewing time, so it is naturally a very good idea to establish a distillery and directly enter the mass production stage.

Alcohol is a very lucrative industry, beer, rum, whiskey, Moutai, holding the king fried McGonagall, is very confident to monopolize the high-end liquor market in the Nolan mainland.

As for the wine, McGonagall saw Hill's face and decided not to replace the name of Warren Buffett's Winery for the time being.

"Host, please don't indulge in making money, exporting food to this world is what you should do as a candidate for the God of Cooking!" The system reminded.

"Money? I've never touched money, I'm not interested in money. I just want to let the good wine people in this world also be able to enjoy the real good wine, so that those bad wine can improve a little bit of the sense of crisis and direction. McGonagall said with a look of subtity.

Riding out, I said hello to Mobai and Lulu, who were resting at the door of the blacksmith shop, and rode away on their bikes with a whistle.

"Boss Mai is really a dashing person." Mo Bai looked at McGonagall's back and smiled.

"He's a good guy." Lu Luhan said with a smile.

……

Before reaching the distillery, McGonagall saw white smoke rising from the towering chimney.

"This Nizi, I really can't wait to start work." McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly, and it looked like Hannah had already started testing the machine.

It can understand Hannah's impatience, after all, this rum distillery, from the machine drawings to the factory layout drawings, all of them were rushed out by her liver day and night, and then she squatted on the construction site every day, guarding two shifts of craftsmen working overtime to build it.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the brainchild of the brainchild.

"Bang-"

McGonagall's bike had just stopped in front of the brewery when an explosion was heard inside.

"What is this?" McGonagall watched as the towering chimney shook in a cloud of black smoke and fell reluctantly.

A group of craftsmen who were perfecting the details of the factory environment ran out in a panic, looking scared.

McGonagall immediately rushed into the billowing black smoke and scooped out Hannah, who looked confused.

Hannah, whose face was blackened and her hair exploded like a golden lion king, was stunned for a moment, blinked her eyes, and then noticed McGonagall, and then showed a shocked expression: "It's ...... It blew up! ”

"Well, I saw it." McGonagall pursed her lips, trying not to laugh.

"It'...... It just blew up! Hannah repeated it again with an innocent look and a somewhat crying voice.

"Well, I see ......" McGonagall turned her head, still unable to help but make a 'Kukuku' sound.

He is professionally trained.

But I couldn't hold back.

"It's okay, the people are still there, everything can start from scratch." McGonagall finished laughing, looked back at Hannah, who was a little distracted, and patted her shoulder in relief.

"Start with drawing?" Hannah rolled her eyelids and fainted into McGonagall's arms.

"This kid ......" McGonagall hugged Hannah, and first instructed the craftsmen present to extinguish the open flames caused by the explosion first, so that they would not be in a hurry to clean up the scene, and send Hannah to the nearest textile factory.

Irina wasn't there, but there were mages who could heal, and there was a specialized hospital, after all, there were 30,000 Night Elves.

The explosion didn't hurt Hannah, who fainted out of exhaustion and despair of rushing to the picture again.

The elven healer cast a calming spell on her, and her brow furrowed, her breathing smoothed, and she fell asleep.

The elf also performed a cleaning spell on her, washing Hannah, who was dressed in black and gray, and changed her clothes.

"It's okay to wake up with a sleep." The elf came out of the room and looked at McGonagall.

"I'm tired, let her rest here for a while, I'll pick her up later." McGonagall glanced at Hannah, who was lying quietly, and turned to leave the infirmary.

McGonagall returns to the distillery.

Looking at the mess, I couldn't help but be a little speechless.

The boiler blew up, the brewing machine was scattered, and the entire boiler room was in shambles.

McGonagall pulled out an N95 and put it on, squinted at the still smoky building, and asked in her heart, "System, check the problem." ”

"Host ......"

"A thousand copper coins." McGonagall gagged the system.

"But now the host has no money......"

McGonagall's expression froze, and she smiled, "I have private money." ”

"After scanning, the three-dimensional drawing was reconstructed according to the design drawings, and six structural problems and three material problems were found. After about a minute, the sound of the system came.

"Of course." McGonagall nodded.

"Print a 2 copper coin, this drawing has a total of 32 pages, and the fee is 64 copper coins, which has been deducted!" The cheerful voice of the system sounded.

McGonagall looked at the thick stack of drawings in her hand, and complained in her heart about the system's greed for money, but she was still quite satisfied with this unusually standardized drawing.