Roasted pork eye is like a mudslide, shattering the prejudice of many customers against pig eyes, making this dark dish deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Of course, there are also guests who go out afterwards and touch their round bellies while confessing.

"Crazy and terrible guests, they ate at least a thousand pigs' eyes tonight." Yabei Mia saw off the last guest, closed the door, and said with a look of amazement.

"One thousand one hundred and twenty-five pigs' eyes, to be exact." McGonagall said as she untied her apron as she walked out of the kitchen, and he was also a little surprised that this roasted pig's eye was a best-seller, and on the first day of its launch, it had such a terrible name, and it sold more than 500 copies, and how many pigs sacrificed themselves for it.

"The City of Chaos is truly a terrible city, a battlefield of death for pigs." Angela muttered.

The women were also a little surprised by this amount, after all, they were worried that they would not be able to sell a single copy at first.

"Everyone has worked hard today, let's go back and rest early." McGonagall smiled as she looked at the dining room that had been cleaned by Elizabeth.

"What about me?" Angela asked hurriedly.

"By the way, Angela, you can follow them back to the staff dormitory, and your room Mia will arrange for you." McGonagall said.

"Yes, come with us, the boss must have gotten you a nice room." Mia smiled and took Angela's hand and walked towards the door.

Everyone left, McGonagall was about to go upstairs, the pale golden light flashed in the dining room, Irina appeared in the dining room, looked at McGonagall and said, "I got Shiryl's whereabouts." ”

"Where is she now?" McGonagall's eyes lit up and she asked quickly.

"Still in the Forest of Winds."

"Caught?"

"No, she should be lurking." Irina shook her head and continued, "During this time, there have been several assassinations in the Wind Forest, and four high-level elves with strength ranging from level seven to level eight have been assassinated and killed. ”

"You mean Shellil killed them? But her strength should not have broken through the eighth level yet. McGonagall frowned.

"Since it is an assassination, it can't be limited by strength, an ordinary child is also likely to kill a powerful great magician, she should have used a disguise."

McGonagall was thoughtful, Shirrill was indeed a person who was good at disguising herself, and changing genders was not a problem.

"Moreover, the ones who were killed were the same people who besieged her father Vincent that day." Irina continued.

"After killing so many high-level elves, I'm afraid she's in a very dangerous situation right now, right?"

"She should be seriously injured, the Forest of the Winds has been sealed off, and in order to prevent the other elves from following suit, Helena has given the order to find her at all costs." Irina said with a somewhat solemn face.

"She needs us." McGonagall's expression also became serious.

"But she didn't take the initiative to contact us, even if we go to the Wind Forest now, I'm afraid we won't find her before Helena, and this time, I'm afraid that Helena's old witch won't let us leave the Wind Forest with the living elf again."

"I'll ask the City Lord's Mansion for help, they should have spies within the elves, and we must find Helena before she happens." McGonagall reached for her coat hanging behind the counter and draped it over her body, pushing out her bike and getting ready to head out.

"In which capacity?" Irina asked.

McGonagall paused, thought for a moment, and pushed the bike back again, "Alex, that's more legitimate." ”

Five minutes later, McGonagall and Irina, dressed in a variety of masks, appeared at the Grey Temple, and after a brief communication with Roland, they obtained a promise from the other party to activate the power of the Grey Temple to help them find Shiryl's traces.

"Sean has been in the City of Chaos these days, thanks to the two of you for saving face for the City of Chaos." Roland looked at McGonagall and Irina and said casually.

"Actually, I wanted to kill him." Irina glanced at her fingers, and the corners of her mouth pursed slightly: "It's a pity, this is the city of chaos. ”

"Princess Irina is really a reasonable person who understands the rules." Roland smiled.

"Sooner or later, this feud will be understood, but it won't happen in the City of Chaos." McGonagall said calmly, when the second son of the Los Empire did not distinguish between the superior and the superior, he actually didn't want to touch Sean and Qiao Xiu.

These two fellows should let them fight dog-eat-dog, see what dirty means the two brothers can use for the one and only throne, and see if His Majesty, who is high up and consciously in control of everything, can finally choose the successor he likes.

Then, it is up to him to ruthlessly destroy it.

Roland took a deep look at McGonagall, took out a piece of parchment from his bosom and handed it to him, and said, "Regarding the matter of the Doomsday Ruler and the Devil, yesterday one of our Dragon Clan elders returned from Dragon Island and brought back a rumor that has recently circulated on Dragon Island, maybe you can take a look." ”

McGonagall spread out the parchment, it was a painting, a little messy, all kinds of strange races gathered on a piece of paper, you can see the demon race, the dragon race and the elf race, there are also some races that are completely invisible, the most bizarre thing is that they are all killing each other and killing each other.

Although the style of painting is rough, it perfectly presents a sense of evil and terrible on the painting.

Of course, the most terrifying thing is the very center of the whole parchment, the unspeakable object that is as huge as a mountain!

"Isn't this a monster that looks exactly like that stone statue?" Irina was surprised.

"This should be a new copy, but judging by the structure and composition, it is indeed the same monster." McGonagall nodded solemnly, "Moreover, this should be the scene of the end of the world, the black fog covers the land, and all races fall into madness. ”

"Could it be that the dragons also got a stone statue?" McGonagall looked at Roland and asked, the statue they had only shown to Michael and Roland.

"No, according to the report of the spies, this should be painted on the huge mural found under the Golden Dragon Island, it is said that it is very old, it may have existed thousands of years ago, and there are very few dragons who know about this matter on Dragon Island now, and the news has been blocked." Roland shook his head.

"So...... This may have happened back then, and this mural left by the dragon ancestor was meant to warn future generations? McGonagall's voice was a little heavy.

"So, the races that existed on this mural, but now disappeared, may all have been wiped out by that terrible Doomsday Dominator invasion." Irina also looked solemn.

Roland shook his head and said with some meaning: "None of this is known, but one thing is for sure, there should be more relics left behind in the world, but they have been ignored all along. ”