Chapter 2111 You Still Don't Understand Women

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This fish-flavored eggplant satisfies all Effie's imagination for fish-flavored eggplant.

No!

It should be said that it was far beyond her imagination, it was already another level of existence.

Even words are far from being able to describe the feeling.

The tongue has gone through a lot of madness, but it still hasn't been satisfied.

Effie opened her eyes, her face flushed slightly, and she glanced at Mag with an inexplicable feeling.

She lowered her head and took a mouthful of rice, chewing on the sweet rice, then took another piece of eggplant and fed it to her mouth.

If it was said that she admired Mag for the level of brewing and was grateful for his life-saving grace before, but now she had some different feelings because of the two meals.

Just say these two meals.

Want to marry is true.

Who doesn't want to wake up every morning to eat delicious soup dumplings and preserved egg porridge, who doesn't want to eat fish-flavored eggplant every day, who doesn't want to sleep with their arms around each night...

Oh, she really wasn't greedy for his body.

that is……

It feels very safe, you know?

"This fish-flavored eggplant is so delicious! I'm going to cry again..."

Mara had tears in her eyes because she loved so much.

As a chef, Meg relishes the compliments from her guests.

During this time, the tavern has been open for a long time, and he even almost forgot this feeling. Sure enough, he still likes to be a chef in his bones.

After eating this meal, Effie was sweating profusely, feeling very happy...

belch……

Effie covered her mouth and smiled a little embarrassedly.

And very very full.

She almost ate her usual day's food at noon today.

But at this moment, the sense of guilt can't match the satisfaction in my heart.

This is a very dangerous signal.

Usually at this time... it's time to get fat.

"Mr. Hades, I think it might be a waste of your talent to open a tavern." Effie looked at Mag and said sincerely: "Compared with wine-making skills, your cooking skills are not inferior in the slightest. It is amazing and amazing. People are convinced."

"No way, people's energy is limited, and sometimes we have to make a trade-off."

Meg sighed.

I can only open a tavern for a while, and a restaurant for a while.

"That's such a pity." Effie also sighed, feeling sorry for others not being able to taste Mag's cooking skills.

"The yamen shouldn't be embarrassing you, right?" Mag put down the bowl and asked.

"Well, all the procedures are very smooth, because the murderer has been executed on the spot, and it is said that the man behind the scenes committed suicide by taking poison just one street away." Effie nodded, and said with some lingering fear: "It's Boris, the owner of Reese's Tavern. I thought it was him."

That is the real bigwig in the tavern world of Luodu City, who has a pivotal position, and he did not expect to attack her.

However, the incident about him committing suicide by taking poison, and the later news that Boris's house was stolen, made her think of Mr. Hades's family.

But she has no proof.

Of course, she would never say a word about this to anyone.

It was enough for her to remember that Mr. Haddish's family had saved her and Marla at great risk.

And this kind of kindness, even if she spends her whole life repaying it, it is not enough.

"Then let's say goodbye, the workers are still repairing the damaged site, I have to go and see."

Effie and Mara helped clear the table, and then left.

"Why did you take her money?"

Mag closed the door and looked at Irina curiously.

"It's a fool not to earn money." Irina laughed.

Mag didn't believe it, and still looked at her.

"You still don't understand women. This one million is money for your life, and it's also a favor for us. If you don't accept this money, she will never be comfortable in front of us in the future. This is a woman." Irina said with a smile.

"That's it..."

McGonagall nodded thoughtfully.

He really doesn't know much about women, but he has always been in the circle of women's hobbies.

In my previous life, I was rich.

In this life, he is rich, talented, and also fucking powerful.

No money, not enough talent, to understand women.

And no matter how much you know about women, it might just be a spare tire.

The matter was settled and the money was in hand. Mag closed the store door, went upstairs to take a nap, and then went to fetch the bamboo tube buried under the locust tree at the end of the street.

Good news came from Michael. Under the pressure of the old rulers and some threats from McGonagall, the demons in the Endless Sea finally reached an agreement, decided to join the Peace Alliance, and agreed to sign a new peace treaty.

The Ross Empire bowed its head, the demons compromised, and the orcs were already out of control. The trolls riding on the wall immediately expressed their position and joined the Peace Alliance.

This is the way of survival of the trolls. They are obviously not considered weak, but they always like to be fools.

The various clans have agreed to send representatives to Chaos City three days later to sign a new peace treaty in Chaos City and form an alliance to resist the undead army.

Specific matters will be discussed on the spot, including sending coalition forces to the north, preventing the undead army from going south, and eliminating the old ruler Cthulhu.

"We seem to have done something that will go down in the history books."

Mag handed the letter to Irina and said with a smile.

Irina looked at the letter with a smile on her face. She looked at Mag and said, "If Nolan Continent can survive this catastrophe, maybe it will be different."

Mag nodded with a smile, it was hard for him not to agree with Irina's statement.

Once the alliance is established, for this war, all ethnic groups will inevitably need to carry out more in-depth cooperation.

For example, if the coalition forces of various races enter the territory of the Ross Empire, the dwarves need to provide weapons for the coalition forces, the goblins may shoulder the task of logistics support, and the dragons are responsible for air strikes...

Just thinking about this multi-racial joint battle scene made McGonagall feel his blood boil.

"What's the situation with the elves?"

Mag suddenly remembered that he hadn't cared about the situation of the elves and night elves for a long time, and this letter did not express the attitude of the elves.

"I copied Elliot's lair yesterday, released all the serfs and slaves, and brought them back to Chaos City," Irina said.

"You killed him?" McGonagall asked.

"No, his life belongs to Shirley, I will not kill him." Irina shook her head.

Mag nodded. Elliott was Sally's father, but he killed Shirley's father. This hatred cannot be resolved.

"The elves are in chaos now. I don't understand what Helena is thinking. With her personality, it is impossible to let the situation deteriorate like this and get out of control." Irina frowned slightly, and said with some confusion.

"Maybe she is planning some conspiracy, or maybe she feels that the situation is over and she doesn't want to struggle anymore?" Mag rubbed his chin, unable to understand the current situation of the Forest of Wind.