The rain became heavier and heavier, falling on the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, making a crackling sound and splashing beautifully under the lights.

The two men sat opposite each other, each with a large glass of beer in front of them, and then looked at each other in silence.

"I'm afraid that no one in the entire Nolan Continent will believe that Alex has become a chef and made the best moon cakes in the world." Louie couldn't help but laugh first.

"Just like no one would have believed that Louis XIII, the lone wolf who had slashed the hearts of the orcs, would become a merchant?" McGonagall asked with a smile.

"There's no way, if you have a limp foot, you can't continue to stay on the battlefield and drag your brothers, but if you don't die, then at least you have to find something interesting to do, so that you can be worthy of the life you picked me up from the orc encirclement back then." Louie smiled and nodded.

"Yes, if you live, you should find something interesting to do, and I think cooking is quite interesting now, so I became a chef, and I am barely worthy of your life of pulling me from Luodu here at the risk of being destroyed." McGonagall nodded.

"However, after so many years in business, I still think that killing people is a little more interesting and a little better at it." Louis touched the handle of the long knife hanging from his waist, the strip of cloth wrapped around the handle was a little old, and he could see that the places where his fingers were holding were much more worn than the ones next to him.

"I think cooking is a little more fun than killing people now." McGonagall shook her head.

Louis was slightly stunned, looking at McGonagall's eyes, those eyes seemed to give him a little different feeling than back then, a little less sharp, a little more soft.

"The little girl is very cute, not like you at all." Louis said with a smile, and the topic changed quickly.

"What do you mean it's not like me, you haven't seen it when I'm cute, Amy and I are carved out of the same mold!" McGonagall was suddenly a little anxious, folded her hands over her chest, and said with some annoyance, looking at Louie's gaze with a smile.

Louie, alias Thirteen, was born in a wealthy family, his father was also a wanderer when he was young, and gave birth to twelve brothers before Louis was born, so Louis ranked thirteenth, and he also had the alias Louis XIII.

Although he came from a family of merchants, before the age of twenty-six, Louis did not have the slightest interest in business, but was more interested in practicing swords, and at the age of fifteen he fled to the southwest border, became a border soldier, and met McGonagall Alex, who also had just enlisted in the army.

This is the memory of McGonagall Alex, McGonagall thought that he could use these memories as information like an outsider, analyze them and use them to deal with the situation in front of him, but when Louie sat across from him and looked at him, he also looked at Louis in silence, but his heart was irrepressibly looking at an old friend.

What is an old friend?

It's the kind of person you can not contact for three years, but when you sit back at the same table and look at each other, you can tell yourself in your heart that the person opposite you can trust the most with your life.

Now, McGonagall looked at Louie and felt that way in her heart.

This feeling made him faintly uneasy, but more than that, it was longing.

He somewhat understood the true meaning of the so-called memory fusion, and the memories that McGonagall Alex left in his mind were not just information after he fused them, but the emotions contained in those memories also affected McGonagall to a certain extent.

For example, when I met Amy for the first time, the feeling of wanting to care for her was not because of his sudden overflow of fatherly love, nor just because Amy looked cute, but more importantly, it was actually the strong emotions generated by McGonagall Alex's strong and deep fatherly love after merging with him, which made him become Amy's father without the slightest sense of disobedience, and wanted to protect her forever.

McGonagall does not resist this kind of integration, because it will make it easier for him to integrate into the world, and McGonagall Alex is left with some emotional tendencies, which will not affect his independent consciousness, and he can even reject this tendency, and the initiative is completely in his hands.

However, McGonagall now chooses to accept this emotional inclination, as the man in front of her once risked his life to take McGonagall Alex and Amy out of Lodu, find someone to heal and have a facelift for him, and then take them to the City of Chaos to settle down.

McGonagall had been three or two old friends in her previous life, and now, he was willing to have one more, and there was no more reassuring friendship between men than this.

Louis looked at McGonagall and burst out laughing.

"The way you laugh is getting scary." McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

"I remember when we first joined the army, you were punished by the captain for being cool and not talking, and the whole three battalions of people came to watch, and now in retrospect, that look can really be called cute." Louie burst into tears of laughter.

McGonagall suddenly had a black line on her face, and although she didn't do it herself, she still sounded ashamed.

Old friends are together, and what they are most afraid of is suddenly revealing the old bottom, but fortunately Amy has fallen asleep.

Louis finished laughing, picked up the big wine glass on the table, looked up and grunted, and drank all the beer in the glass, the glass was heavily placed on the table, made a soft sound, burped, and gave McGonagall a thumbs up, "Good wine." ”

"Another drink?" McGonagall asked, smiling.

"No, it's not fun to be drunk, and it's not fun to kill." Louis shook his head, stood up with the knife in his hand, looked at McGonagall and said with a smile: "Keep the wine for me, if you can't come back, you can help me drink it." ”

"You said that the child likes to eat moon cakes, and I also kept two boxes, you can bring them back for him." McGonagall looked at Louie and said.

"It's okay, the child still has his mother, and twelve uncles, he won't be hungry, and no one can bully him." Louis shook his head, his tone was relaxed and free, and he looked at McGonagall and said, "The child is still asleep upstairs, and there may be thunder, you go upstairs to accompany her, there is only you behind her." ”

"I'm lame, but I'm a lone wolf, just a few mice." Louis smiled and turned to walk outside.

McGonagall fell silent for a moment, her hand on the table clenched slowly, looking at the back of the limping towards the door of the restaurant, his steps were brisk, but his shoulders were heavy, and when she pushed the door open, the wind mixed with the rain fell on his face, and he stepped into the wind and rain.

The door slowly closed, and the sound of rain falling suddenly subsided, and the outside world seemed to be cut off all at once.

McGonagall looked at the empty wine glass placed on the opposite side, suddenly smiled a little self-deprecatingly, took the full wine glass in front of her and drank it all, got up and took an umbrella and a sword from behind the counter, and pushed the door out as well.