Chapter 2008 Are You Teaching Me How to Do Things?

The two children were eating appetizers with warm milk, shaking from side to side under the warm yellow light, and laughing like silver bells from time to time.

Mag was sitting by the side, throwing a peanut into his mouth from time to time, with a glass of beer in his hand, with an old father's smile on his face.

On the first day of opening, a guest was received.

At nine o'clock, Mag opened the door and walked out. A gust of cold wind blew in, making him shiver.

There are only a few scattered pubs left on the street that are still open, and among them, the Titan Pub diagonally opposite has the best business. It's a similar situation. I guess there are more shop assistants than customers.

Not even a ghost can be seen on the dark street, only the cold wind howling.

With such a flow of people, Mag can't help admiring those stores who are still sticking to it. This is really lonely.

"Business is closed." Mag flipped over the wooden sign hanging on the door, and turned off the signboard lights by the way. The first day of business ended like this.

Although only one order was opened, the turnover reached 2030 copper coins, which should surpass many of the peers on Romo Street.

And as McGonagall thought, opening a tavern here will indeed meet some officials of the Ross Empire, and they may be able to learn some useful information from them.

"Okay, it's getting late, it's time for the two little princesses to go upstairs to wash and go to bed." Mag locked the door behind her and said to the two little guys who were playing a rope game with a smile.

"Okay." Amy put the wool that she had untied into a knot on the table, and jumped off the chair. She had almost no talent in turning rope.

Annie also stood up, stretched out her hand to pick up the messy wool, flipped her fingers quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the original messy knot was untied and turned into a wool again, and then she wound it a few times Wrapped around the wrist.

Mag told the two little guys a bedtime story, and when they were all asleep, they quietly pushed out of the room and closed the door.

Just as he was about to wash himself up and go to bed, there was a sudden knock on the door downstairs.

Nine light and one deep, ah bah, nine light and one heavy, is a familiar rhythm.

Mag went downstairs to open the door, and saw Noah supporting Merant nervously, and quickly turned sideways to let them in.

Going out to clean up the blood around the tavern, Mag returned to the tavern, closed the door, looked at the pale Melante sitting on the chair, and Noah who was sweating profusely, and frowned slightly: "What? Condition?"

"It's all my fault, I'm an idiot, Grandpa was seriously injured to save me, I'm useless!" Noah slapped himself, angry and annoyed.

"I... I'm fine..." Melante reached out and pressed Noah's hand, his breath a little insignificant.

"Grandpa, don't move." Noah quickly supported him, looked at Mag and begged: "Boss Mai, please save my grandpa."

"Don't worry, I'll get a medical soldier." Mag comforted Noah a little, then turned and went upstairs.

Melante's injury was serious, and with his medical skills as good as Bondi's, I'm afraid he could only be sent on the road.

Fortunately, there is a super medical soldier upstairs, but he is in a drunk state now, and he is not sure whether he can wake her up.

Mag opened the door and saw that Irina, who was lying on the bed, had been lying on the ground at some point, lying sprawled, with a pillow in her arms.

"Sure enough, no matter how beautiful a person is, as long as he is drunk, he will still do some uncontrollable things." Mag muttered in his heart, took out the fresh apple juice bought from the system, and stepped forward to help Irina stand up.

"Thirsty... water..." Before Mag could speak, Irina herself said in a daze.

"Here, water." Mag quickly handed over the apple juice.

Irina held the apple juice in one hand, raised her head and drank it.

"It's delicious, thank you." Irina precisely stuffed the cup into Mag's hand, and fell back to going to sleep again.

"Wait a moment,

Downstairs there is a seriously injured person in urgent need of treatment, why don't you give her a healing spell before going to bed. "Meg hurriedly supported her to prevent her from falling down.

"Wounded?" Irina turned her head to look at Mag, much more sober than before.

"Yes, if you don't save her, you'll die." Mag nodded, and she had already made up her mind not to let her drink Moutai next time, but to drink some red wine and beer at most.

"Help...help me up." Irina ordered.

McGonagall quickly helped her up.

"Wait... wait for me to change clothes." Irina turned to look at the wardrobe.

"You don't need to change it, it's fine, I'll put a coat on for you." Mag took the down jacket from the side, wrapped it around her, and helped her go downstairs.

Downstairs, Noah was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Melante was much calmer, and stuck a few talismans on himself, leaning on the chair without showing the slightest painful expression on his face, and comforted Noah incidentally.

Mag helped Irina downstairs, and Noah stepped forward quickly.

"You can't do it?" Irina narrowed her eyes slightly and looked Noah up and down.

"No...it's not me, it's my grandfather." Noah shook his head hastily, smelling the smell of alcohol on Irina's body, and seeing her completely drunk, he couldn't help feeling a little worried. Can she really cast spells like this?

"This way." Mag directly supported Irina to Merante.

"Go away." Irina took away Mag's hand and began to look at Merante.

"Boss Mai, can it work?" Noah walked to Mag's side and asked in a low voice.

"It should be fine." McGonagall had no idea.

Merante's injuries were serious. There was a big hole piercing through his lower abdomen. The flesh and blood disappeared together, as if he was directly pierced by some sharp weapon, and turned around extremely cruelly, chewing up the flesh and blood and taking them away together.

In addition to that, he has several other injuries on his body, both magic and sword injuries.

"It's not dead yet?" Irina looked at it for a long time, then tilted her head to look at Merante and asked in surprise.

"Did you ask me that?" Merante, who was still going on in one breath, blushed, almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and died on the spot.

"My lord, please save my grandpa." Noah begged.

"Okay." Irina stretched out her hand, and a folding chair appeared in her hand.

"Um?"

Everyone in the tavern stared.

"Oh, I took it wrong." Irina threw the folding chair aside and took out the mage staff.

"Holy Light, wash away all filth and darkness." Irina raised the mage's staff and said in a hidden way.

The bright holy light fell on Merante.

"ah--"

Merant let out a painful roar, and all the charms attached to his body burned.

"Did you use the wrong magic?! How can you use holy light for healing?! You should use healing!" Noah said in surprise, wanting to step forward to stop it.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Irina looked sideways at him.

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