"System, I completed the rum task before, didn't I get the opportunity to learn two kinds of wine?" McGonagall returned to his restaurant, set out a lounge chair and basked in the sun at the door, and asked in his heart.

"The reward has been issued for a long time, please ask the host to collect it as soon as possible," the system replied.

McGonagall looked at the various kinds of wine in his head and asked curiously: "Whiskey is also called the water of life. In this world, is there any relationship between this water of life and the water of life of the elves? "

"The specific effect, please check the host after extraction." The system yoyo.

McGon frowned for a moment, and said, "Well, then I want a Scotch whisky and a Moutai."

"Ding!"

"Scotch whisky and Moutai have been successfully distributed!"

The system's prompt sounded, and McGonagall's mind appeared with two glittering experience packs, which respectively wrote whiskey and maotai.

One is the ancestor of whiskey, the other is a model of Chinese sauce-flavored white wine, and with the existing beer in the restaurant and the rum to be opened in the factory, the wine of Maimi Restaurant is living.

It's just a pity that the system's wine does not have open sales authority to him, otherwise the quality of the crushed Romani Conti alone can easily sell high prices.

Of course, it is still unknown whether the sauce-flavored liquor that swept the table of Chinese people can be liked in this world.

"Interesting, learn whiskey first tonight and see if the water of life created by British gentlemen deserves the name." McGonagall's mouth slightly curled. For the country where bald men and gentlemen who are old-fashioned, still have A little looking forward.

At nothing, McGonagall ate the whisky and Moutai experience bag, closed his eyes and digested for half an hour. When he opened his eyes again, McGonagall felt that he was now a master of winemaking, invincible.

"It seems that the scale of this winery can be made larger, and all four kinds of wine are mass produced directly." McGonagall pondered his chin, dwarves good wine, demons good wine, orcs also good wine, humans also good wine ... … Even the Elves have a lot of good wine. The market for this sale is huge.

But so far, there are only a few famous wines in the small circle, and there is almost no famous wine with high yield and reputation.

According to the current praise of customers for beer and rum, after mass production, it is definitely not going to hit the street. As long as the output keeps up, the market is widening, and it is likely to become a world-class famous wine.

"The site can be negotiated with the city's main government. As for the labor, the night elves still have more than 20,000 free labor, just to arrange them for employment." McGonagall calculated that this matter can be discussed in the long run. He seems to stay up all night to draw the design drawings. Inevitable.

"Klasu and Julian plan to explore the Thunderstorm Mountains at night. Would you like to go together?" McGonagall was still thinking, and Irina's voice suddenly sounded from the side.

"What happened over there?" McGonagall opened his eyes and turned to look at Irina, who did not know when she appeared, surprised.

Under the thunderstorm mountains, a certain evil **** may be suppressed. Irina has told him before, what ’s worse is that the seal has been broken, the evil **** ’s breath has begun to leak, and it is likely to attract the believers and descendants of the evil god.

"The situation is unknown. It is said that a mysterious person has recently appeared near the Thunderstorm Mountains. They are worried that someone will find the seal and destroy it to release the evil **** underground, so they plan to see it for themselves."

"Then why do you go at night?"

"There is news that a thunderstorm mountain has an anomaly lately, so I plan to look at what happened to that anomaly by the way," Irina explained.

"Then I'll go together." McGonagall nodded. The shadow of the Doomsday Dominator has always enveloped him. Once the evil **** breaks the seal, the consequences may be irreversible. Now the mainland of Nolan is not ready to meet the evil god. Preparation.

"Okay." Irina nodded, glanced at the direction of the magic potion shop, and chuckled: "I see Amy's recent homework. Krassu and Julian did not reach a consensus on me, and they have begun on Amy. There has been good development there. "

"Similar fellowship, equal emphasis on melee and long-range attack, wouldn't it be good for Amy?" McGonagall asked Irina while looking at him, and he wasn't sure if he would let Amy visit Krassus and Julian at the same time. Is it right for Amy?

"If such an opportunity is missed, it is not very good." Irina said slightly, "This is our daughter, inherited my magic talent, inherited your melee talent, can get both of them at the same time. The future of teaching is immeasurable. "

McGonagall also smiled when he heard that, since Irina said so, he didn't have to worry about it.

"And I'm thinking about letting her learn sword practice with you after she's five." Irina looked at McGonagall.

"Let a magician learn swordsmanship?" McGonagall looked at Irina in amazement. Although he also taught Amy some basic swordsmanship intermittently, he just wanted to keep her fit and see her magic With such a high talent, he had originally put away the idea of ​​training her to become a new generation of dragon warriors.

"Magic is only appearance, and knight is justice. Isn't that what you said to me then?" Irina looked back at McGonagall.

"Uh ... it sounds reasonable," McGonagall thought, "If Amy wanted to learn by herself, I would try to train her to become an excellent knight."

"You have to teach her." Irina's expression became serious. "We don't know what the future will look like, and we're not sure that we can destroy all the evil gods or seal them again. One more ability, she will A little more than anyone else's ability to live in this world. "

McGonagall looked at Irina, silent for a moment, and nodded, "Okay, I will make her an excellent dragon knight. She is my daughter. He can do it."

"My dream is to be a magician with a sword. If it isn't talented, hum ..." Irina pouted her lips and looked forward with some expectation: "You said that if you took out the mage's staff, the opposite enemy would be Waiting for you to cast, but found that you are approaching quickly, marveling that you are a melee magician, but you pulled out a sword from the mage's staff, and stabbed him with a sword. You said, is n’t it great?

McGonagall thought about the scene carefully, frowning: "It feels like a useless deceit ..."

Obviously a fireball can solve the problem, this set down, but it is a bit complicated.

"No, it is to make your enemy never guess what you are going to do next, so that you can always be invincible." Irina shook her head.

"That's why you have hundreds of chairs in your space?"