"Uncle Cyril, a rare customer." Gloria sat on the main seat, watching Cyril coming in, smiling, "Please sit down here."

Cyril jumped at the eyelids of Goloria who didn't get up to meet him, and glanced at Mars standing behind her. There was a haze in his eyes, but a smile quickly formed on his face, and he nodded. "I heard that you have recently moved to a new plant. Of course, as an uncle, I have to come and see."

"Then I thanked my uncle here." Goloria nodded slightly, looking at Cyril, and then she was gone.

Cyril is still waiting for Gloria to ask him where he is coming, and he is going to tell her about asking her to help the owner of Mai Mi's restaurant, asking him to help, but unexpectedly the air freezes suddenly awkwardly.

Stiffened for a while, when Cyril saw that Goloya didn't even want to give him tea, she just couldn't get away, but smiled a little awkwardly: "Actually, I came here today, something happened. I want to ask for your help. "

"Is there anything else I can do for Uncle Cyril?" Goloria asked with a smile.

"This ..." Cyril was anxious to dig into it. He and Gololia had no possibility of reconciling in the fight for inheritance. Now he begged her to intercede. It was tantamount to reaching out to her. Begging.

If it was him, if Gloria had encountered such a thing, let alone a side-view, and it would be better if he did not kick himself in the end.

"This Nizi has become savvy now, not so confusing." Cyril glanced at the untouched Goriya, his eyes rolled, slid down from the chair, and sat down on the ground. His face was grieved: "Gloria, you must help me. I am cheap today and offended Master Roma. If he did n’t get his understanding before sunset today, someone would queue to kill me. Not only I, the entire Morton family will be implicated. "

"Oh, it seems that my uncle did an extraordinary event today." Goloria nodded slightly, her expression welled, and she was not surprised by Cyrillic's words and performance.

For the past ten years or so, the Cyril's family has given them a lot of trouble. She didn't let down the rocks to take care of living under the same roof, but he now begged her face to beg her, it was really shameless.

Mars aside, watching this scene, nodded slightly. In the past few months, Ms. Gloria's progress has been witnessed by her own eyes. She has grown from a simple girl to a mature businessman who does not like the appearance of color. It was about to surprise him.

"This guy is really ruthless." There was a glimmer of haze in Cyrillic's eyes, and he continued to sell miserably: "Gololia, you may not know who that Roma is ..."

"Master Roma is the most prestigious legendary blacksmith on the land of Nolan. Alex's sword is from his hands. In addition, he has forged countless magic weapons and is known as Eisen. The first forging division of Iron Fort, no dozens of strong men lined up to ask for a weapon he forged. "Goralia interrupted Cyril's words and looked at him with a surprised expression:" I am very Surprise, uncle, you don't even know who he is, and dare to offend him. "

"I ..." Cyril froze, this guy knew everything, but he seemed indifferent. He wanted to see his joke, and the taunt between the words made him feel his cheeks hurt.

But now that the evening was approaching, he couldn't find the second person who could intercede for him, and could only put all hope on Gloriya.

"Things have happened. It is useless to explain how I explain it now. I just hope you can help me to ask the owner of Maimi Restaurant for help and apologize to Master Roma for my forgiveness." Cyril looked at Gloriya, with a sincere face, said: "I know I've done a lot of sorry things to you before, but this time I really can't help it, and you don't want to watch your uncle killed in a queue. ? "

"Mr. McGonagall?" Goralia heard a little surprise in her eyes. How did this matter have anything to do with Mr. McGonagall?

Mars was also in doubt, and what Cyril should do at this time was to get forgiveness from Master Roma before dark, but what does it have to do with Mr. McGonagall?

"Yes, I'm afraid only Mr. McGonagall can help with this matter." Cyril nodded quickly: "Master Roma has just arrived in the city of chaos. I heard that Mr. McGonagall and Master Roma know each other better than him. The right person, as long as he is willing to intercede for me, this matter must have passed. "

"Is Mr. McGonagall and Master Roma still friends?" Goralia was surprised, but she didn't show much surprise on her face. She thought for a moment: "You should go to Mr. McGonagall for this matter Why did you come to me? "

"You also know that I had some conflicts with him before. If I went to him directly, I wouldn't be able to say anything, let alone ask him for help." Cyrillic looked awkwardly and looked at Goloria: "I know that you have a good relationship with him. I hope you can look at me as your uncle's face, and ask him to help say a few good words to Master Roma, and this matter is over."

"Mr. McGonagall and I only have business dealings, and your request will make me very difficult." Goriya glared a mocking smile and looked at Cyril and said: "And you don't think this Is it too false to talk about my uncle's affair? I have never seen you stick to my niece's sake, which is slightly better for our family. "

"This ... this ..." Cyril looked blue and red.

At that time, my father chose Big Brother as the heir, and the family industry would not let him touch him. He could only follow the group of friends who were wine and meat, and he didn't care about his reputation.

Anyway, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't defeat the elder brother who was better than him everywhere, and his father had already selected the elder brother as the heir to the family, and never looked at him straight.

He hated the big brother who easily got his father's eyes, so after getting the chance to inherit, he began to ask for what he had been missing for many years.

Cyril leaned up in his chair and looked at Gloria: "Say, what do you want me to do before you will intercede with Megg for me?"

"I just said very clearly that my relationship with Mr. McGonagall is not as close as you think." Gloriya still refused calmly.

"I don't want to know how your relationship is. You are now a businessman, so let's talk about business. What do you want from me so I can get help from you?" Cyril frowned.

"You may have forgotten that I only need to do nothing now to get what I want." Goloria smiled.