"Boss, the fried rice is going to be mushy." Mia's voice rang in her ears, pulling McGonagall's thoughts back all at once.

The wok in her hand quickly entered stir-fry mode, and McGonagall glanced at the fried rice in the pan, which had changed color slightly, and secretly said that it was so dangerous that she was almost wasting food.

Putting the roasted pork eye and pig eye sashimi behind her, McGonagall began to concentrate on the busy business hours.

"What's the boss thinking?" Mia glanced at McGonagall with some confusion, the boss is usually very serious and focused in cooking, and there has never been a situation like this in the process of fried rice.

"Let's serve it, it's a bit distracted to think about things." McGonagall explained as she put the fried rice in the pan on several plates and smiled as she looked at Mia.

"Hmm." Mia nodded, smiled and turned to serve the guests.

"I knew that selling wine in the City of Chaos was so easy to make money, and Grandpa should have come earlier." Hannah put her chin on the counter and muttered to the sobbing drinkers as she watched the 1,000 copper cup of rum and moved the drinkers.

Over the years, she and her grandfather have made wine for the chiefs and the powerful people in the Fak tribe, and the income is not much, and after saving so much money for so many years, she built a few wine-making machines and then disappeared.

But in the chaotic city, a small glass of wine can be sold for 1,000 copper coins, and that fifteen-year-old barrel of rum can hold more than 1,200 cups, so it can be sold for 1,220,000 copper coins!

After carefully calculating the comparison, Hannah suddenly regretted that she had sold rum to the new chief at a low price in the Fak tribe, and that the hundreds of barrels of old wine of different ages stored in the cellar were dozens of barrels older than fifteen years, if they were moved to the City of Chaos......

And she sold them all for 500,000 copper coins.

"No, I've got to draw it right now, and get the brewing machine up as soon as possible, so that in fifteen years' time I'll be able to wake up laughing from countless oak barrels!" Hannah jumped up from her chair and staggered upstairs, locking herself in her study and continuing to contact and draw.

The process of turning a complicated brewing machine from a messy draft into a size-definite design requires a lot of verification and calculations, but yesterday the boss taught her how to use decimal and calculate in addition to drawing.

After watching the drunken guests get into the carriage, McGonagall went upstairs to see Hannah, who was in the study.

Unlike yesterday, when she couldn't even hold a pencil and couldn't draw straight lines, Hannah has shown a good level of professionalism today, and the sketches have been redrawn, and the dimensions of each part are presented on paper in three views.

McGonagall hadn't considered equipping Hannah with a professional drawing computer to get her started with CAD and Pro/E, but given the current level of industry in the world, he ultimately rejected the plan, and the system might not be able to complete the purchase anyway.

The scientists who planted flowers back then also relied on pen and paper to concoct the atomic bomb, and it was so troublesome to build a low-tech brewing machine.

McGonagall looked at it for a moment and then closed the door lightly and left, obviously Hannah was more professional in the matter of winemaking.

He may have a more efficient solution, but for a brand, the most important thing to make a profit is not the yield, but the unique and intense taste.

Ordinary rum can only be sold for 10 copper coins per cup, while the old Sim brand can be sold for 1,000 copper coins a cup, which is the embodiment of brand value.

McGonagall changed her clothes, put on her Mask of Change, and put on the Sword of Heaven, and left the restaurant with Irina for the Lord's Mansion.

"Alex, long time no see." Michael looked at McGonagall and held out his right hand.

"Lord Michael." McGonagall only nodded slightly, but did not stretch out her hand.

"Our dragon slayer knights have not changed at all from back then." Michael smiled and withdrew his hand, not showing the slightest displeasure.

McGonagall glanced at Michael quietly, although the lord of the city looked rugged and big, he did a good job.

"Alright, let's talk about the Black Mist and the Evil God." Irina bluntly interrupted everyone's false politeness.

"It's okay, this matter is related to the future of the Nolan Continent, and it should be talked about." Michael smiled and nodded solemnly.

Everyone sat down at the round table in the secret room, and the atmosphere began to become low and tense.

"The first person I met who was eroded by the black fog, or who could have been controlled by the devil, was Berg, and after being controlled by the devil, his strength has improved significantly, perhaps this is why he sold his soul to the devil. And during that time, there was an evil spirit that tried to erode the Tree of Life, posing a great threat to the Tree of Life, but it was eventually suspended under the influence of some force.

In the battle on the Goblin Frontier, I used the Holy Light to break through Berg's Black Mist, and then killed him, proving that the Holy Light has a clear restraining effect on the Black Mist. Irina said.

"It turns out that Berg is controlled by the devil, and he even tried to erode the tree of life." Michael and Roland both had surprises on their faces, they hadn't received any information about it.

"If the devil uses great power as bait, I am afraid that not many people will be able to withstand this temptation." Roland said with a solemn face.

McGonagall continued: "In the Endless Sea, we found an island shrouded in black mist, on which Alfred was instilled with the power of the devil, and there we found a strange stone statue, and because I looked at it, my spirit was pulled into a strange space, it was an incomparably huge stone temple, and at the end of the stone temple sat a skeleton man, and the first thing he said was: Young man, do you crave power? ”

The atmosphere in the secret room has become more solemn, strength is something that all races in this world are chasing, and before the environment in which the strong are respected has not changed, I am afraid that not many people will be able to refuse the powerful power.

"The stone statue is still shattered by me with holy light, and the black fog is also expelled with holy light, and ordinary magic cannot have an effect on the black mist." Irina added.

"If only the Light can clear the black fog, that's not good news." Roland frowned and said: "Light magicians are already rare, and even fewer can connect to the Holy Light, once the black fog erupts all over the world, I am afraid we will have no effective means to extinguish it." ”

"We have to find the source of the black fog as soon as possible to eradicate it, or find a better way to clear the black fog, and just sit back and watch things get worse and worse, those guys can live for countless years, and we don't have that much time." McGonagall muttered.

"Fortunately, we have a living mouth, and Pei Dinan is still in our hands." Irina's tone was much more relaxed.