"Millet, if you eat well, take the ugly duckling upstairs to play for a while, take it upstairs for dinner today, and the small plate on the floor in the outside room is its food tonight." McGonagall put down the bowl of rice she had just finished eating, looked at Amy and smiled.

"Did my father prepare it?" Amy's eyes lit up.

"Yes." McGonagall nodded.

"Okay!" Amy nodded happily, picked up the braised yellow chicken casserole bowl and licked it, slipped off the chair and picked up the ugly duckling on the counter and went upstairs, while saying, "Ugly duckling, you don't seem to be able to eat super delicious yellow stewed chicken at noon today, let's go and see what delicious food my father has prepared for you." ”

McGonagall followed Amy all the way to the corner of the counter, then looked up at Bazel who walked in the door, got up and nodded, "Here we are." ”

"You should know why we're here." Bazel's piercing gaze stared into McGonagall's eyes like an eagle's eyes.

A person can eat so peacefully after killing someone, without showing the slightest fear and fear, there is generally only one possibility - he has killed many people.

Bazel had been in the Grey Temple for twenty years, and had captured many murderers with his own hands, but never had one been as calm as McGonagall, without fear or perverted excitement, as if she had just done something inconspicuous.

McGonagall glanced at the silver-gold embroidery of the word 'patrol' on Bazel's chest, and the first to arrive was the patrol division team that patrolled Aden Square every day, raising her eyes and also staring at Bazel's eyes, without the slightest intention of dodging, nodding slightly: "The incident happened in my restaurant, and I will cooperate with the investigation of the Gray Temple." ”

As the management body of the chaotic city, the Gray Temple has a patrol department, a garrison department, and a metropolitan inspection department, which are respectively responsible for daily security, food and city defense, and criminal punishment supervision.

The uniform is somewhat similar to that of the brocade guard, with gray robes, black pants, no fancy flying fish figures, and only a ring of four comet-like magic balls with tails on the back, which is the symbol of the Gray Temple.

The department to which he belonged was embroidered on his chest, and the black cowhide boots were all on his feet, and the knight wore a standard sword at his waist. The magician is a gray mage robe, and there is no requirement for a magic wand.

"The deceased was a knight, so the level of this incident has been adjusted to level three, I hope you can tell the truth about what happened before, and every word you say will be recorded and become Chen Tang Confession." Bazel nodded, looking at McGonagall seriously.

"As you can see, the restaurant is closed today, and I, the staff and my daughter were eating in the restaurant with the door behind the lock, and in the middle of the meal, someone suddenly smashed the door of the restaurant with a sword and magic, and a gangster with a sword and a magician rushed into the restaurant, smashing the restaurant and threatening the personality and life safety of my father and daughter.

In the case of the two strikes first, my daughter Amy, out of self-defense, cast two magic fireballs that are not yet proficient, knocking the two out of the restaurant, and then found that the two gangster leaders next to the carriage were also trying to storm the restaurant with the carriage, and for a moment of fear, she also threw a fireball at them. McGonagall sternly raised her hand and pointed out the door, nodding, "That's the result." ”

"Killing people is not a trivial matter in the city of chaos." Bazzel's eyes narrowed slightly, and McGonagall's statement was very succinct, but the whole incident was explained clearly and coherently, and in a few simple words everything was taken out of him and fell on the little girl.

He didn't comment on the power of the fireball, but the guy who died at the door, the fatal injury was not caused by the fireball, and McGonagall never mentioned the chopsticks, this kind of argument can't pass the test.

"Killing someone is a." A hoarse voice came from outside the door.

"Kind of! Sort of a fart! A cheap voice shouted with some squeeze.

"Presumptuous! Who ......" An inspector drank with a straight face, and when he turned around and saw Julian, who was standing at the door with a birdcage at some point, his face changed, and the words behind him were swallowed back, these days Bazel has repeatedly explained that he must not provoke this hunchbacked uncle.

"Who's presumptuous?" Black Carbon poked his head out of the birdcage and asked the team member with a pair of small eyes, full of provocation.

"I ...... I ......" The team member looked at the hairless black crow, and was so angry that he held the long sword at his waist, but he remembered the frost dragon flying in the sky, and he still didn't dare to pull it out after all.

"You know it's you." Black Carbon retracted his head in satisfaction.

"Killing people, in the City of Chaos, is a big deal, this is the rule of the Gray Temple." Bazel looked back at Julian and said seriously, although he is only a fifth-level knight, he has no intention of retreating, the rules of the Gray Temple are unquestionable in the City of Chaos.

"In this sentence, you can ask Roland to come and tell me, I'm an old fellow, I don't like rules the most in my life, if you want to use rules to restrain me, I will be interested in destroying it." Julian's smile grew cruel, and the air seemed to get colder all of a sudden.

Bazel's face changed slightly, but his hand was already holding the sword at his waist, guarding the glory of the Grey Temple and the knights, and he was not afraid of sacrifice and death.

"The hall master asked me to say hello to Lord Julian, he said that when the affairs of the Gray Temple during this time are over, he will definitely have a cup of tea with you." At this moment, Blandley sounded with a little panting, walked quickly into the door and stood between Bazel and Julian, looked at Julian with a smile, and waved his hand behind him, signaling Bazel to stand back.

"I'm afraid I won't be busy this year, right?" Julian's smile was tinged with mockery.

"There's been a lot going on in the Grey Temple lately, but no matter how busy you are, there will definitely be a time when you're done, do you have something to do here?" A drop of sweat slipped down Brandley's cheek, and the smile was a little reluctant, what a thing! He was an old man, and he suffered from this crime every day, so he thought that there was nothing to do today, and he followed Julian to Aden Square for a meal, so as to prevent this ice and fire meeting and fighting again, but he didn't expect something to happen at Maimie's restaurant.

Luckily he arrived in time, Julian is notoriously unpredictable, and if he suddenly gets angry, a single spell can bury everyone here.

"Well, it's okay, I just heard that someone is going to kill my good man, let's see who is so capable, if he doesn't die, come and make up for him." Julian smiled and shook his head, his smile was a little cold, and his voice was even colder, as if it could freeze people's bone marrow.

Bazel and the others all subconsciously took a step back, their faces changed slightly, and they suddenly had a feeling that if it was Julian who shot before, the four people outside would be cold.

"A genius like little Amy, if someone has such intentions, this is how it should be." Brandley suddenly understood why Julian was so angry, the monkey had just told him that there was a dead man at McMie's restaurant, and it turned out that the matter had something to do with the owner's daughter.

"I heard that someone is going to kill my apprentice?" Just then, another voice rang out from outside the door.