Chapter 1187 I Prefer to Be a Chef

"Farewell." The knight jumped up, quickly got on the horse, and slipped away without looking back.

Although he might be punished for failing to complete the task, he chose to sneak ahead rather than risk his life if he stayed here.

What is the background of the owner of the restaurant, but an ordinary chef can actually make His Majesty the King specially order to invite him, and the Lord of the Gray Temple even personally protects him.

When it comes to people at the level of the Lord of the Gray Temple, this matter is beyond his control and participation. He just needs to send the news back as quickly as possible, and then wait for the order from above.

Mag looked at the knight who was going away, and cupped his hands to Roland and Sargeras: "Thank you, the Palace Master and Mr. Sa, for your help."

"Hey, it's easy to do, Boss Mai, you're welcome, we're just here to eat Roujiamo." Sargeras said with a silly smile.

Everyone in the Burning Legion also followed suit with silly smiles, each with a bright bald head and a strong social atmosphere.

"Mr. McGonagall is a resident of Chaos City, and he has the right to refuse the rude demands of those in power in other countries. The duty of the Gray Temple is to protect your rights." Roland looked unsmiling, glanced at Sargeras, and then looked at Looking at Mag, he said, "I wonder if Mr. McGonagall is free to go to the City Lord's Mansion now."

"The City Lord's Mansion?" Mag raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect Hill to move so fast, so he nodded and said: "The Palace Lord has an invitation, so naturally he will go."

"Mr. Sa, the restaurant is not open today. I'm afraid everyone won't be able to eat the roujiamo. Come here early tomorrow morning." Mag looked at Sargeras again and said, Sargeras should have just returned from the north, he originally wanted to He wanted to ask him about the current situation of the night elves, but since Roland came to invite him in person, he couldn't leave him alone, so he had to postpone the handover.

"That's it, then let's come back tomorrow." Sargeras scratched his head and led the Burning Legion away without saying much.

"Please." Roland said, and he got into the black carriage first.

After locking the door, Mag also got into the carriage, sat down opposite Roland, closed the door, and the carriage turned around and drove away, barely feeling the bumps in the carriage.

Roland closed his eyes and did not speak, and Mag did not make a sound, and looked at Roland calmly.

The Lord of the Gray Temple, who represented the majesty of the law of the chaotic city, was also a tenth-level magician. He could make the knight lie on the ground with just coercion, which showed his strength.

Roland looked young,

He looks like he is in his thirties, with loose long hair, a thin body, a seemingly ordinary face, and his eyes are still awe-inspiring.

Since the establishment of the Chaos City, he has established the Gray Temple. The owner of the Chaos City has changed twice, but he is still the Lord of the Gray Temple, and his appearance has never changed.

There are rumors that he is a demon.

There are also rumors that he is a dragon.

With a lifespan far longer than that of human beings, an eternal face, and a deep dive of strength that has never been tested, this mysterious Gray Temple Lord has been covered with a veil.

In Alex's memory, McGonagall found the sporadic intersections he had with the Palace Master. The most profound one should be that the two had a diplomatic fight in Chaos City.

Alex unleashed a sword, and Roland only unleashed magic once, so there was no winner.

In Alex's life resume, there are very few such things as draws, which shows that Roland's strength is really strong.

When approaching the City Lord's Mansion, Roland suddenly opened his eyes, and just met Mag's gaze, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was slightly low: "I'm curious, who are you?"

"I am me, a flower of a different color." Mag almost picked it up, looked into Roland's eyes calmly, and smiled, "I'm probably just a cook who loves to mess around, loves to think, and doesn't do his job properly. "

Roland stared into Mag's eyes for a while, and a smile appeared on his unsmiling face, "There are many strange-looking people in Chaos City who want to break away from the past, and I'm one of them, so you don't have to worry about it." We will explore your past, as long as you agree that you are a resident of Chaos City, that's enough."

"This is probably why I like it here." Mag also smiled.

The carriage stopped, Roland put away his smile, got up and got out of the car.

Mag got out of the carriage, and this place was already inside the City Lord's Mansion.

Roland led Mag through a long corridor to a quiet courtyard. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he felt a powerful formation completely enveloping and sealing off the courtyard.

A look of surprise flashed in Mag's eyes. It seemed that this should be an important meeting point in the Santo's Mansion.

"Roland, Mr. McGonagall, you are here." The door of the only room in the yard opened outwards, and the Lord Michael looked at the two with a smile and said.

"City Lord, Principal." Mag followed into the room. Besides Michael, Novan was also there. The three giants of Chaos City gathered and had an interview with him, which shows that they attach great importance to this matter.

This room is not big, there is only a round table and four stools in the middle of the room, and nothing else, it seems that it should be the place where the three giants discuss important matters on weekdays.

"Sit down, Mr. McGonagall was invited here today because Miss Hill just came and talked to us about some things. Mr. McGonagall should know what it is. We are very interested in this, so we want to talk to you Mr. McGonagall talk face to face." Michael sat down, looked at McGonagall and said.

"Okay." Mag sat down in the last vacant seat and faced the three giants of Chaos City alone. If his mental quality is not good enough, he might have a heart attack.

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The conversation lasted for more than two hours, and McGonagall revealed his plan of coordinating vertically and horizontally, disrupting the internal affairs of various ethnic groups, making them overwhelmed, and had to give up their plans to expand their ambitions.

Although Mag is quite confident in his plan, he has too little information and the correctness has yet to be verified, so he knows that there may be many loopholes in his plan, or there may be a better alternative.

But this is what the three of them need to consider. With the strength of Chaos City, it is not difficult to obtain more first-hand information. I believe there are special departments that have been doing it.

The three of them listened to McGonagall talking, nodding from time to time, and sometimes frowning in thought. When Mag finished speaking, the three looked at Mag with completely different eyes.

"Boss Mai, do you really not consider joining the City Lord's Mansion? I have already planned to reserve the position of Chief Staff Officer for you." Michael looked at Mag and said.

"In contrast, I prefer to be a chef." Mag smiled and shook his head.