The two children swayed from side to side in the warm yellowing light as they ate a snack with warm milk and laughed like silver bells from time to time.

McGonagall sat beside her, throwing a peanut into her mouth from time to time, a glass of beer in her hand, and an old father's smile on her face.

On the first day of opening, we received a guest.

At nine o'clock, McGonagall pushed the door open and walked out, and a cold wind blew and made him feel excited.

There are only a few scattered taverns left on the street that are still open, among which the Titan Tavern diagonally opposite is the most prosperous, and at this time you can still hear the noise faintly coming, while the other taverns and Saipan Tavern are in a similar situation, and it is estimated that there are more clerks than customers.

There was not even a ghost in sight on the dark streets, only the cold wind howling.

With such a flow of people, McGonagall can't help but admire the stores that are still sticking to it, which is really lonely.

"Closed." McGonagall flipped the wooden sign hanging on the door, turned off the sign light, and the first day of business was over.

Although only one order was opened, the turnover reached 2030 copper coins, which should have surpassed many of its peers on Romo Street.

And just as McGonagall thought, opening a tavern here can indeed meet some officials of the Loth Empire, and you may be able to get some useful information from them.

"Okay, it's not too early, the two little princesses should go upstairs to wash up and sleep." McGonagall locked the door and smiled as she said to the two little ones who were playing a game of rope flip.

"Okay." Amy put the yarn in her hand that had been unknotted into a ball on the table, and jumped out of her chair, where she had little talent for turning ropes.

Anne also stood up, reached out and picked up the messy yarn, her fingers flipped quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the original messy knot was untied and turned into a yarn again, and then she wrapped it around her wrist several times.

McGonagall told the two little ones a bedtime story, and when they were asleep, she quietly pushed out of the room and closed the door.

Just as he was about to wash up and go to bed, there was a sudden knock on the door downstairs.

Nine shallow and one deep, ahh

McGonagall went downstairs to open the door, saw Noah holding Merante nervously, and hurriedly turned sideways to let them in.

After going out to clean up the blood stains around the tavern, McGonagall returned to the tavern, closed the door, looked at Merlant who was sitting on the chair with a pale face, and Noah who was sweating profusely, and frowned slightly: "What's the situation?" ”

"It's all my fault, I'm a stupid person, my grandfather was seriously injured to save me, I'm useless!" Noah slapped himself, angry and annoyed.

"I ...... I'm fine......" Merante reached out and pressed Noah's hand, his breath a little insignificant.

"Grandpa, don't move." Noah hurriedly supported him, looked at McGonagall and pleaded, "Boss Mai, please save my grandfather." ”

"Don't worry, I'll call in a medic." McGonagall calmed Noah a little and turned to go upstairs.

Merant's injuries are very serious, and with his medical skills that can only stick to Bundy, I am afraid that he can only send him on the road.

Luckily, there's a super medic upstairs, but he's in a drunken state right now, and he's not sure if he'll be able to wake her up.

McGonagall opened the door and saw that Irina, who had been lying on the bed, had fallen to the ground at some point, lying on all fours, with a pillow lying in the crook of her arm.

"Sure enough, no matter how beautiful a person is, as long as he is drunk, he will still do something uncontrollable." McGonagall muttered to herself, pulled out the fresh apple juice she had bought from the system, and stepped forward to help Irina up.

"Thirsty...... ......"Before McGonagall could speak, Irina herself said in a bit of confusion.

"Here, water." McGonagall hurriedly handed the apple juice forward.

Irina grabbed the apple juice in one hand and poured it up with her head up.

"Delicious, thank you." Irina shoved the cup into McGonagall's hand and turned her head back to sleep.

"Wait a minute, there's a seriously injured person downstairs who needs treatment urgently, why don't you give her a treatment before you sleep." McGonagall hurriedly held her up, preventing her from falling.

"Wounded?" Irina turned her head to look at McGonagall, much more awake than she had just been.

"Yes, if you don't save it, you'll hang up." McGonagall nodded, already determined not to let her drink Moutai anymore next time, at most some red wine and beer.

"Fu ...... Help me up. Irina ordered.

McGonagall hurriedly picked her up.

"Wait...... Wait for me to change my clothes. Irina turned her head to look at the closet.

"You don't need to change it, it's good, I'll just put a coat on you." McGonagall took her down jacket from the side, wrapped her in it, and helped her downstairs.

Downstairs, Noah was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Merant was much calmer, pasted a few talismans on herself, leaned back in the chair without showing the slightest painful expression on her face, and comforted Noah by the way.

McGonagall carried Irina downstairs, and Noah stepped forward quickly.

"You're not going to be able to?" Irina squinted her eyes slightly and looked Noah up and down.

"No...... It's not me, it's my grandfather. Noah hurriedly shook his head, smelling the smell of alcohol on Irina's body, seeing that she was completely drunk, he couldn't help but be a little worried, can he really cast spells like this?

"This way." McGonagall helped Irina directly to Merant.

"You spread out." Irina took McGonagall's hand away and began to look at Merant.

"Boss Mai, can you do it?" Noah walked over to McGonagall and whispered concern.

"It should be fine." McGonagall didn't know the bottom of her mind.

Merant's injury was very serious, there was a large hole in the lower abdomen, and the flesh disappeared together, as if it had been directly penetrated by some sharp weapon, and he turned around extremely fiercely, chewing the flesh and taking it away.

In addition to this, he had several other injuries on his body, both magic and sword injuries.

"Isn't this dead?" Irina looked at it for a while, tilted her head and looked at Merante in some surprise.

"Did you ask that?" Merant, who was still in one breath, blushed, almost vomited a mouthful of old blood, and died on the spot.

"My lord, please save my grandfather." Noah pleaded.

"Okay." Irina held out her hand, and a folding chair appeared in her hand.

"Huh?"

Everyone in the tavern stared.

"Oh, it's the wrong one." Irina tossed the folding chair aside, then pulled out the mage's staff.

"Cleanse away all filth and darkness, O holy light." Irina raised her mage staff and hidden.

A brilliant light fell on Merante.

"Ahh

Merlant let out a roar of pain, and all the charms attached to her body burst into flames.

"Wrong magic, right?! How can you use holy light to heal your wounds?! It should be a healing technique! Noah exclaimed, wanting to step forward to stop him.

"You're teaching me to do things?" Irina looked sideways at him.