The world is biased towards magic and bloodline power, guns have not yet begun to sprout, and even fireworks can only be seen in the royal palace during the imperial capital's holidays, indicating the king's blessing to his people.

The refining methods and recipes that alchemists regard as treasures have not yet been circulated among the people, so he was a little puzzled by what Mo Bai said could release a huge amount of energy in an instant, so he was a little curious: "What kind of energy is that?" ”

Mo Bai looked at McGonagall, hesitated for a moment, put down the spoon, and gestured with both hands: "It's like a fireball technique that has been compressed to a small size and suddenly bursts, it's almost that kind of energy." ”

McGonagall raised an eyebrow, the white description closer to dynamite.

Although I don't know what the specific energy is, but according to this idea, if you want to convert this energy into the ability to attack in a long-range attack, a gun is definitely the best choice, as long as the barrel can withstand the instantaneous burst of energy, the closed barrel can convert that energy into the kinetic energy of the bullet, thus becoming a long-range attack.

Ideas and ideas McGonagall has, after all, she has lived in a world with many levels of scientific and technological civilization for so many years, and she often soaked in the shooting range when she was in the United States.

But what he hesitated was that once such a thing as a firearm appeared, with its terrifying power, it was bound to quickly drag this continent, which had just ended the thousand-year-old race war and had gained a peaceful respite for more than a hundred years, from the era of magic and cold weapons to the age of hot weapons.

If human beings get the technology of making firearms, the number of races is the largest, and the human beings who barely occupied a corner of the continent by relying on magicians and knights back then will definitely skyrocket in strength, and the balance of the Nolan continent may be broken again, setting off a new round of racial wars that will affect the entire continent.

With Amy, McGonagall's wish is: world peace.

It's like a Pandora's box, once opened, there is no way to close it, and McGonagall doesn't want to get it out.

Although she didn't plan to provide ideas, McGonagall looked at Mo Bai with some curiosity and asked, "I'm curious what you want to do with it?" ”

"I want to slay dragons." Mo Bai looked into McGonagall's eyes and said with a serious expression.

"Does the dragon have an enmity with you? Why do you all have to slaughter it? Aren't baby dragons cute too? Amy, who was sitting on the side, asked with confusion, the uncle who likes to laugh wants to slay the dragon, and the dwarf grandfather also wants to slay the dragon, so what is the dragon? Why do you want to slay dragons at every turn?

McGonagall was also a little surprised, there was no sense of disobedience when the dragon slayer came out of Kandy's mouth, his equipment, except for the black donkey, was all prepared for the dragon slayer. From Mo Bai's mouth, he could say that he wanted to slay the dragon, and if it weren't for looking at his serious expression, McGonagall almost couldn't help laughing.

"Boss Mai must think it's ridiculous, it's okay, in fact, I think so too." Mo Bai smiled a little self-deprecatingly, just when McGonagall thought it was really just a joke told by Mo Bai in the morning, but he slowly clenched his fists, and said in a slightly low voice: "But for me, this is probably the only motivation to support me to continue to live and continue to wield the hammer."

The red dragon that ate my father when I was thirty years old still appears on the continent to do evil, and if I can't kill it, I guess I won't be able to close my eyes when I die. But I don't have the ability of McGonagall Alex, and if I want to slay the dragon, I can only think of other ways by myself, but now it seems that if this core problem is not solved, all the efforts I have made before will be in vain. ”

McGonagall looked at the clenched fists and a few green tendons beating on her forehead, and her mood became a little complicated.

Kanti Nicholas wanted to slay dragons in order to prove himself by adding the title of dragon slayer warrior to his name.

And Mo Bai is for revenge, the goal is the same, but the purpose is completely different.

"Condolences." After hesitating for a while, McGonagall could only say a little apologetically, he couldn't do it for Mo Bai's wish to subvert the pattern of the entire continent.

However, Mo Bai's experience also gave him some reminders, this world is far from being as peaceful as it seems now, although most of the people in the Chaos City are restrained by the Gray Temple, but if there is really an evil dragon attack, how can he and Amy protect themselves?

"System, do you have anti-aircraft missiles for sale? Preferably the kind with automatic tracking. McGonagall asked inwardly.

"Host, this system solemnly reminds that this system will never sell anything that will affect the pattern of this world, including anti-aircraft missiles!" For the first time, the system's voice was so serious.

"Don't worry, I also like world peace, buy one for self-defense, and promise that you will never actively use anti-aircraft missiles." McGonagall said calmly, and said again with good intentions: "You said that when the time comes, which evil dragon suddenly goes crazy and attacks the restaurant, I will hang up like Mo Bai and his father, so what is the use of your kitchen god system?" ”

The system was silent for a while, as if thinking, and after a while, it said with a little disdain: "Then you can't afford it." ”

McGonagall raised her eyebrows, he was really speechless when she said this, and she was even despised by the system.

But the system is already clear: there is money to negotiate.

Later, when he made a lot of money, he installed a few anti-aircraft missiles on the roof of the building, and if any evil dragon couldn't think of coming to the restaurant to make trouble, he would be given a patriot to teach him to be a dragon.

If the red dragon that Mo Bai wants to kill happens to come to the City of Chaos, it's not impossible to negotiate selling him the right to use a missile, it seems that he has been trying to do something big all these years, and he probably has saved a lot of funds, right? After all, he can sell 1,000 gold coins with a weapon, and the money is not slow.

"It's okay, I haven't mentioned this matter to anyone for many years, it's comfortable to eat here at Boss Mo, so I can't help but say a few more words." Mo Bai smiled again, shook his head, picked up the spoon and continued to eat fried rice.

McGonagall glanced at Mo Bai and turned to walk towards the kitchen, this matter, he would not change his mind and decision at the moment.

Because in this world, you don't necessarily need guns to slay dragons, and McGonagall Alex carried a heavy sword and drove a griffon to kill several of them.

"Boss Mai, is there a new product today?" McGonagall had barely reached the kitchen door when the sound of a haggy voice had already been heard, and although he was already trying to suppress his voice, it was still very penetrating.

"Be loud, obey the rules obediently, and don't make loud noises." Amy looked up at Hello and said with some seriousness.

"I know, I know......" Hello nodded hurriedly, his mood was so excited that he almost forgot the rules, looking at Amy, inexplicably a little cowardly.

"Yes, you can try the new product today, and if you subscribe to the crowdfunding coupon, you can try it in advance, and the new bacon and meat sandwich bun." McGonagall looked back at Haga and Haho as they entered, smiled and nodded.