"This is your conclusion after studying that octopus?" Irina looked at McGonagall with a suspicion.

"Yes, given that your current strength is a bit difficult to improve, so I decided to eat it." McGonagall nodded seriously.

"You want to eat that guy?" Irina raised her eyebrows, and thought of the sticky octopus with eyes full of disgust, let alone eat it.

"Yes, after my experiments, the tentacles of this octopus monster is actually a very good ingredient, and it has the characteristics of re-growth. The taste of the first tentacles may be worse, but the taste of the tentacles just grown will be It's great, and it's far more delicious than ordinary seafood. "McGonagall nodded. The system used that tentacle to cultivate a semi-finished doomsday dominator, which was used for a large number of hard-core tests.

"So ... you've already eaten?" Irina's expression became a little complicated, and she took a half step back subconsciously.

"As a qualified chef, there is no end to the exploration of ingredients." McGonagall said indifferently, and of course he could not tell the existence of the system to Irina.

Irina thought for a while and asked, "Have you ever explored sheep dung?"

McGonagall shook his head slightly. "Sheep dung is not there, but cat feces coffee is really good."

"So ... Ugly Duckling's toilet is so clean every day because ..." Irina took another step back, her eyes widening gradually.

"No, the ugly duckling's toilet is cleaned automatically. It has nothing to do with me, this cat feces coffee ..." McGonagall looked at Irina, who was slightly scared in her expression, and suddenly realized that she might have misunderstood and quickly waved her hands. .

"Well, you eat cat feces, I will keep it secret for you." Irina interrupted McGonagall's words with a complex expression.

"Thank you ..." McGonagall thanked him inexplicably.

"Now is not the time to discuss whether this octopus monster can eat. You say that only my Holy Light magic can cause substantial damage to it, but it is not strong enough, but I am already the only Light Magician on the Nolan continent. Doesn't that mean we can do nothing about it? "Irina asked frowning.

"It looks like this now." McGonagall nodded.

"So how was its head cut off? Where was the rest of the body sealed?"

"This ..." McGonagall was a little surprised, the head of this octopus monster was as big as a hill, then his body must be even bigger. How did those people cut off his head and seal it?

"Perhaps, the tenth level is not the real upper limit? On the Nolan continent, there were more powerful magicians and strong races of various races than the tenth level. Together, they separated and sealed these demons?" McGonder's thoughts gradually became clear.

"So, the gods in the legends of various races are not just legends, but may be a group of top ten powerhouses that really existed at that time?" Irina's eyes also gradually brightened.

"If the Goddess of Light really exists and can rely on spells to form a connection with you and give you the power of the Holy Light, her strength must be above tenth level." McGonagall nodded.

"But where do we go to find these shrines, and ask them to kill again or seal the devil that is about to escape from sleep?"

"We can't be sure that these oracles can survive countless years like the devil without dying, and we don't know how to love to ask them to take a shot. We have discussed this before." McGonagall shook his head slightly.

"Maybe I should go back to the Forest of Wind."

"Ok?"

"About the goddess of life, the elven queen may know some secrets that others don't know." Irina said calmly. "The tree of life should be the most relevant existence to the goddess of life."

McGuire thought for a moment and nodded, "I let Azi take you there."

"Okay, I'm going tonight and I'll be back tomorrow morning." Irina nodded slightly.

"Be careful, Helena now hates you the most," McGonagall said.

"If I have the chance, I would like to chop her." Irina gestured with a hand knife.

...

McGonagall returned to the restaurant, poured himself a glass of water, and sat by the window thinking.

Efforts to find ancient oracles are one way, and how to break through the ten-level ceiling is another way to save the world.

Of course, his immediate priority is to restore his strength to the tenth level first, and then consider how to break through the tenth level.

"System, I think this main line is a bit crooked? I'm obviously just an alternate chef, why does the task of saving the world fall to me? Can you correct the normal development direction of the world, such as the superfluous old The Sun Dominator has taken it away so that I can focus again as a good chef? "McGonagall said in his mind.

"The host's request is not within the scope of this system!" The system answered calmly.

"How about you ask your superiors? If the world is destroyed or in the midst of war, then I have no way to complete the ultimate task of spreading food." McGonagall then flickered.

"In order not to be questioned by my superiors about the ability to work, this system is impossible to do this kind of thing! Do you think I have a big g?" The system said proudly.

"You don't, I have it, isn't it big g, I'll buy it for you."

"Oh, sorry, your big g can't enter the Forbidden City."

"?????"

McGonagall's answer to the system was a little baffling.

"You just need to know so much, otherwise this system may be solved too." Before McGonagall asked, the system had blocked his mouth.

McGonagall frowned slightly and found that things were not easy.

He didn't even dare to talk about the existence of the system. He could only know what to do and didn't dare to ask anything.

Of course, letting the higher-level existence clear the doomsday dominator's calculations is futile, and this system is of little use.

It didn't take long for Camilla to come to the restaurant one after another, and the busy business hours began again.

"Master, look, isn't that Miss Shirley?" The servant whispered, holding on to Constantine.

"Don't help me, I can do it myself." Constantine shook off the servant's hand, blinking tearful eyes and staring at the beautiful young girl standing behind McGonagall at the door of the restaurant. The girl who misses day and night, he finally saw her again.

Complicated emotions came to his mind, and he could not wait to rush to hug her tightly in his arms, and then tell her how much he missed her.

However, a gentleman's self-cultivation made him try to maintain restraint. He sorted out his clothes. Although he looked a little fit because of his weight, he still didn't hide his temperament.

He followed [Zero Zero Reading Network.] As the team walked forward slowly, finally stepped into the restaurant door, stood in front of Shirley, resisted the excitement, and looked at Shirley with affection.

Constantine's story has recently become a story in Maimi's restaurant. The **** brother was successfully washed ashore and became a well-known and affectionate prince.

Today, the male and female masters finally met again, and many people looked at this scene full of expectations.