Michael looked at McGonagall with some pity, nodded and said, "Okay, I won't force you, but I really keep this position for you, as long as you want, you can talk to me at any time." ”

McGonagall smiled and nodded, not refusing again, if the world suddenly messed up, it might be a good choice to take a position in the City Lord's Mansion.

However, he shouldn't run to serve in the City Lord's Mansion, is it because the money is not good to spend or is there too much time? How good it is to fly solo freely.

"I'm curious, why did Mr. McGonagall's first goal be to aid the Night Elves?" At this time, Roland looked at McGonagall and asked, "I just received the news that the Night Elves, who have been without food for many days, suddenly have food and grass, I wonder if Mr. McGonagall knows?" ”

"I know that there were three elf waiters in my restaurant, but they all joined the Night Elves one after another, after all, they are going home, so I asked them to bring back some specialties from the restaurant." McGonagall looked calm.

"As for the choice of the elven race, Yu Gong, now the most acute and unbridgeable internal contradiction on the Nolan continent is the elf race, the appearance of the night elves, like a sharp knife, tears open the dirty side caused by the implementation of the elven race's century-old class policy, as long as the night elves are not destroyed, the forest of wind will be tired of internal counterinsurgency, and a stable environment is needed, and the peace talks can only be renewed.

Privately, those three waiters had been working in the restaurant for several months, and I was not only an employer and an employee, but also a very good friend, so I naturally didn't want to watch the Night Elves go down. ”

Roland nodded slightly, and didn't ask any more.

Michael looked at McGonagall and said solemnly, "Mr. McGonagall, the city of chaos was built because of peace, and although it is called chaos, it is actually a city of peace. We would like to see a peaceful Nolan continent, in line with your vision. The plan you just mentioned is a great inspiration and a way to change the direction of the world. So, I hope you can join us, even if you don't serve in the City Lord's Mansion, you can participate in decision-making as a senior advisor, I wonder if you would like to? ”

"Senior Advisor?" McGonagall looked hesitant, "What does this position require me to do?" What to bear? ”

"If Mr. McGonagall agrees, we'll give you first-hand information, and we'll have you in a high-level meeting to make the plan and make decisions," Michael said. Mr. McGonagall is required to keep all information confidential and pledge loyalty to the City of Chaos. ”

McGonagall frowned and thought that this would be the perfect solution to the problem of his sources, without spending a lot of money to buy seriously delayed and completely inaccurate information from those houses of everything.

And since McGonagall found Ciel, she planned to join forces with Buffett Money and Chaos City to do something, and as a restaurateur, all he could do was secretly deliver some food to the Night Elves.

"In that case, I'm willing to be an advisor." McGonagall nodded.

"For your safety, your identity is only known to the three of us, and there will be a special person to deliver you to the restaurant every day. When you need a meeting, someone will come and ask you. Michael said.

"I want to have a more comprehensive understanding of the current situation of the various clans, I wonder if the city lord can give me a detailed information, preferably to be able to detail the relationship between the high-level within the various clans." McGonagall is ready to take care of the relationships between the races, knowing herself and her opponent in order to win all battles.

"I'll send someone for you tonight." Michael nodded.

……

McGonagall left the Lord's Mansion in a normal carriage.

"Roland, do you think Boss Mai looks like him?" In the secret room, Michael looked at Roland and asked.

"The shape and eyes are somewhat similar, but the speaking habits and demeanor are completely different, so you can be sure that they are not the same person." Roland shook his head.

"Although Alex was born again, and proved that his strength was still at the peak in the battle of Rainy Night in Lodu, he always showed people with a mask, and no one saw his true face. And three times and twice to express closeness to the city of chaos, but not to contact us, after the accident back then, maybe it really changed a lot? Nova asked.

"I just swept his body with my mental power, although it is stronger than ordinary people, but it should be because of the daily work in the kitchen, there is nothing special. The skin on the hands is smooth, and there is no cocoon sharpened by a sword. Roland shook his head.

"None of this really matters, do you think Alex can become a genius chef after three years of disappearing? You don't know what the food he cooks tastes like, but this is a talent that even King Andrei wants to rob. Michael laughs.

Roland and Nova also nodded thoughtfully when they heard this, cooking skills and swordsmanship, like swordsmanship, are not something that can be combined overnight, McGonagall has such cooking skills at a young age, and she must have practiced it for a long time.

"Boss Mak's plan is very mature, but the situation is changing by the minute, many of which are no longer useful, and we still need to spend some time revising them. However, as he said, secretly intervening in the encirclement and suppression of the Night Elves by the Wind Forest right now should be the easiest and easiest thing to do......

……

McGonagall left the Lord's Mansion and did not go straight home, but got out of the carriage and walked to the Burning Legion's station.

"Mr. Sa, this is the reward for this mission." McGonagall handed Sargeras a silver ticket, and the Burning Legion lived up to her promise, delivering Phyllis and the grain safely, giving the Night Elves precious time.

And according to Sargeras, although the Night Elves are besieged by layers, they should be able to claim to be able to claim themselves for a while longer.

Sargeras took the silver ticket, and the faces of the Burning Legion were full of smiles, this was a thousand meat buns, enough for them to eat for a while, although this trip to the guards was hard, but it was worth it.

"Boss Mai, if there is anything you need us to burn the Legion in the future, just ask." Sargeras put away the silver ticket and patted his chest.

"The Burning Legion's high-quality service makes it impossible for me to find a second one." McGonagall laughed and said that there would probably be more and more opportunities to use them in the future.

He likes to deal with people who are upright but have strong business skills, and the Burning Legion fits that standard perfectly.

Leaving the courtyard of the Burning Legion, McGonagall walked away, and was just about to turn into another alley, when a petite figure rushed at her, crashing into his arms.

The powerful impact made McGonagall take two steps back, but the moment he made contact, his hands that he subconsciously raised seemed to be placed where they shouldn't be, the soft touch and amazing curvature......