Amy looked at McGonagall a little anxiously, how could her father say such a thing, and what if Sister Irina was unhappy.

Irina's gaze was a little playful, and there was a faint hint of danger behind her smile.

McGonagall felt a cold aura coming at her, and she wanted to give herself a big mouth, so she jumped into such an obvious pit, and forced a smile: "No, I'm not dissatisfied with the princess, Her Royal Highness is noble, but she is so good to Amy, I am naturally very happy." I was dissatisfied with myself, and I had to let Her Royal Highness the princess hold Amy, while I, a big man, held an ugly duckling. ”

"Really?" Irina looked into McGonagall's eyes.

"Of course." McGonagall nodded firmly, her gaze determined, not wavering.

"Alex never lied to me, and although it feels like he's changed a bit, he probably won't lie to me." Irina withdrew her gaze and walked towards the entrance of the alley with Amy in her arms, "Eat, I'm hungry." ”

"Whew......" McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like she had retracted her feet from the Ghost Gate.

"Come on, Father!" Amy whispered at McGonagall, clenching her little fist to encourage him.

McGonagall nodded, cleaned up her mood, and hurried to follow with the ugly duckling, even if it was to create a majestic image of her father in front of Amy, she must not be cowardly!

Out of the alley, a bustling wide street appeared in front of the trio.

The streets are lined with two or three storey European-style buildings, with gray-yellow tones, domed stone columns, and clean lines, while restaurants are located on both sides of the street.

There are also small stalls along the street, where chefs from all over the world show off their skills, and the bustling crowd walks through the stalls and restaurants, which is very lively.

The air is filled with delicious smells, like a river of delicious food.

"It's not weaker than a modern commercial food street." McGonagall looked at the bustling crowd and couldn't help but admire in her heart.

However, there is a clear difference between those who hang out at the street stalls and those who go in and out of the high-end restaurants.

The customers of the street stalls are obviously dressed in a much shabby manner, and they seem to be mostly ordinary civilians, and they rarely see people dressed in gorgeous clothes.

Most of the guests who enter and leave the restaurant are gorgeously dressed and picked up by horse-drawn carriages.

The positioning of the restaurant determines the number of customers, and McGonagall does not have too much disgust and cynicism about this, after all, the threshold for entering McMie's restaurant is definitely higher than that of this restaurant on the street.

However, almost the entire street was like this, and there was even a blatant plastering on the door of the restaurant prohibiting civilians from entering, which still made his brow furrow.

The political system of the Los Empire is similar to that of the English Middle Ages, but after the establishment of the Loeth Empire, the kings of the Los Empire implemented a centralized policy, and the nobles enjoyed the right to use the territory, but did not have ownership, which is similar to the state system of the Sui and Tang dynasties in China.

This allowed the king to centralize his power, to have the power to coordinate the entire empire, and to ensure that his policies and orders were carried out flawlessly.

However, the problems of the feudal system were almost the same, although the nobility did not have the ownership of fiefs, they were still the upper class of the Los Empire, with many privileges, and there was no equality between them and the commoners.

The blatant prohibition of civilians at the entrance of the restaurant is just a corner of this feudal empire, and in the eyes of those nobles, commoners are just low-level existences that can be killed and taken away.

"Such a signboard should be torn off and pasted on the boss's face to make people feel relieved." McGonagall looked at the conspicuous sign on the door of a barbecue called Kari and shook her fist.

He really preferred the city of chaos to this city, at least it made people feel the hope of equality.

"What to eat?" Irina looked at McGonagall and asked casually.

"I think ......" McGonagall retracted her gaze and looked earnestly from side to side.

"Let's just this barbecue restaurant." Irina hugged Amy and walked towards the barbecue shop next to her.

"......" McGonagall looked at Irina's back, the woman didn't need his answer at all, walked two quick steps to follow, pointed to the notice hanging on the door and shrugged her shoulders, "I'm a commoner, not a nobleman." ”

"Although I also hate the title of noble, as long as you stand by my side, then you are very expensive." Irina stopped and looked at McGonagall.

"This feeling of being fostered...... It's so cool! McGonagall raised an eyebrow, her eyes widening.

Trying to restrain her urge to eat soft rice, McGonagall shook her head firmly, "I don't want to be a nobleman, but my restaurant should be more expensive than theirs, but I never limit who eats." ”

"Sting."

Irina stared at McGonagall for a moment, then reached out and tore the sign off the door and tossed it aside, "Is that okay now?" ”

"I'm a little panick......ed by this pet," McGonagall glanced at the notice on the ground, and then at Irina, who looked at her with a frank face, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Irina's act of tearing down the sign at the door of Kerry's barbecue restaurant immediately attracted the attention of many people.

The beautiful and holy Irina is amazing, and the half-elf girl in her arms is cute and cute, like a pair of jade people, standing there, people can't take their eyes off it.

And everyone followed the gaze of Irina and the half-elf girl, and looked at McGonagall, who was standing aside with the ugly duckling, and her eyes suddenly became a little weird.

"At first glance, it's a little white face who has stepped on shit luck, a big man, and he is holding a kitten!"

"That's it, look at how cute that little girl looks, if he hadn't found a beautiful wife, would he have been able to give birth?"

"yes, what a flower, stuck in cow dung!"

McGonagall listened to those sour words, and her mood was inexplicably a little refreshing, just like watching those black fans brush up on his Weibo in her previous life: "If you don't have a good father, what kind of green onion are you!" If it weren't for the good reincarnation technique, which Internet celebrity would be able to take a fancy to you! ''If it weren't for ......'

When I think about it like this, I really miss it.

He just likes this feeling that everyone looks at him unpleasantly, but he still has to watch from the side, sour and envious.

Reincarnation is a craft, so how can you blame him.

Look at how good his skills are, he voted twice, and both of them were signed.

There is no solution.

"Who is so bold as to tear up the notice of my Kari barbecue restaurant?" At this moment, a voice sounded full of energy, and a tall and strong man in a white chef's uniform rushed out of the door with a kitchen knife.