As soon as Sargeras pushed the door open, a rich smell of meat hit his face, and his eyes lit up.

It is a little different from the aroma of barbecued meat, and the aroma of boiled meat is also different, the aroma of this meat is more intense, more attractive, I don't know what kind of spices are added, what kind of cooking method can be used to make the meat emit such an attractive fragrance, so he can't help but swallow his saliva.

He didn't care much about the decoration of the restaurant, and he would be a little disgusted by the bells and whistles, like this restaurant, which was quite simple, but he was stunned for a moment when his eyes fell on the mural of the Isles of the Dead painted on the wall.

This was the first time he had seen the murals of the Devil Islands in a restaurant opened by a human, and there were also places on the wall, such as the capital of the Los Empire and the Wind Forest of the Elves.

"But will this boss receive me?" Sargeras couldn't help but stop.

McGonagall was also looking at Sargeras, who occasionally saw some demons when she went out these days, and the demon race was very mixed, all kinds of strange things, with grass on their heads and fire on their heads...... Anyway, the most abnormal thing that looks like is the demon.

Of course, except for succubi, when she went out to buy goat's milk yesterday, she saw a succubus girl who looked and spoke quite well, very royal sister fan, and the boss bargained domineeringly, in just a few words, she was stunned to talk about a bag of cucumbers with an original price of 15 copper coins to 5 copper coins, and gave him a handful of shallots, which made him admire.

However, this is the first demon to come to the restaurant, this demon is very tall, even if it is a head taller than the Harry brothers, and its appearance is similar to that of humans.

His eyes were dark red, and on his bare head, dark red lava lines spread from the top of his head downward, on his face, neck, and hands, like tattoos, which looked a little scary.

Dressed in a half-worn black suit, the soles of his cowhide boots have been worn out for the most part, and it seems that he has traveled a lot with him. What is even more striking is the bright red cloak that he wears on his shoulders, which hangs down a little below his waist, and the bright red color makes the cloak look like it is on fire.

Humans who have lived in the city of chaos for a long time are not so afraid of demons, after all, they can see all kinds of races when they go out every day, and it is normal to have a few demons as neighbors.

However, most human beings still don't like to sit and eat with too oppressive races such as demons and forest trolls, and they don't even dare to speak loudly, and they will eat more depressingly.

Therefore, many restaurants opened by humans will deliberately separate the area of humans and races such as demons and deep forest trolls, or directly write at the door of the restaurant that they will not accept guests of these two races.

In the elven restaurant, the most comfortable seats in the restaurant are reserved for elven guests, and dwarves, demons and forest trolls are not allowed to enter.

The guests in the restaurant all looked at McGonagall, and now the guests in the restaurant were all human except for Mo Bai, and it seemed that there was no special area for demons, so they were all curious about what McGonagall would do.

Of course, for them, the ideal is naturally not to receive it, and McGonagall is also a human, so it should be more likely to do so.

"Cast out this demon?" McGonagall could read their thoughts in her eyes.

How is this possible, though!

He was still thinking about the day when he would be able to pull out some treasures from the dragon, and the demon was just the beginning.

Everyone who enters the door is a guest, so naturally they must be treated equally, and he will not engage in racial discrimination.

"Host, the system suggests that in order to improve the dining experience of guests, it is a good option to refuse some guests to enter the restaurant. Or divide the restaurant into zones, separating dangerous races from weak races, and each eating in a designated area to avoid conflicts. At this time, the voice of the system sounded, with a bit of sincerity.

"System, can the number of guests who enter the restaurant be halved for that 1,000 consumption?" McGonagall asked indifferently.

"The mission has been issued and cannot be changed! The host should be more respectful of the tasks issued by this system, otherwise the hidden tasks may be triggered again! The system said with some seriousness.

"Then you're going to ask me to just turn half of the customers out? You think I'm stupid? McGonagall pouted.

The "......" system floats through a line of ellipsis.

"Also, will you expand my store?" McGonagall then asked rhetorically.

"The renovation of the restaurant by the system is limited to the land provided by the host, and the transformation has been completed, and there is no expansion authority in the short term." System reply.

"Then such a big storefront, you also want me to divide the area, if one race is one area, a total of sixteen tables, you plan to let me divide each race into two, and then paste elves, demons, and humans on the top...... Is it divided like this? System, your chef opens a restaurant like this? McGonagall's words were tinged with sarcasm.

The "......" system fell silent and stopped talking.

Seeing that the system is no longer talking nonsense, McGonagall didn't say more, no zoning, no prohibition of other races from entering, in fact, the most important thing is the big blueprint for eliminating racial discrimination in his heart, Amy's current half-elf status is in a discriminated position, which he can't tolerate.

Parade in the streets doesn't work in this world, and it's a good choice to start with the guests in the restaurant, so he looked at the lava demon and smiled, "Welcome, please take a seat." ”

The diners gave McGonagall a surprised look, thinking that he would refuse to let the demon dine, after all, most of the guests in the restaurant these days are human.

But unexpectedly, McGonagall not only didn't refuse, but didn't even seem to be ready to set aside a special area for the demon to sit, but let him sit casually? Wouldn't it be possible for them to sit next to the devil, or even sit at the same table with the devil?

Thinking of this, many guests were a little nervous, although in the City of Chaos, the actions of all races were restricted by the Gray Temple, and even ordinary humans could live here in peace.

But even if humans live together, there will be all kinds of disputes, let alone the city of chaos, and humans are generally on the weak side, so it is not uncommon for humans to be killed by a certain demon, a troll, or an orc, and there is naturally some guilt in my heart.

However, looking at the meat bun that was still bubbling with a rich fragrance in their hands, and looking at Sargeras again, everyone hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to continue eating the meat bun.

Whatever, with such delicious meat buns to eat, even if you sit at the same table with the dragon, you can admit it!

============ to mention the update time:

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