Bloor (Sheryl), elf, male, twenty-five years old, seventh-level magician.
The information on the panel was very brief, but there was enough information revealed. At least the word 'male' made Mag almost jump.
"Host, please do not doubt the professionalism of this system. The psychic door is a high-tech door that integrates the latest detection technology of this system. It is also connected to the information network of the entire Nolan Continent and can accurately judge everyone who enters the restaurant. The identity of the guest." The system's serious voice sounded, and after a while, it said in a negotiable tone: "However, if the host expresses doubts about the test results, you can apply for manual testing, and the system will test the target again. , to determine his identity.”
"Then take the test again." Mag said without thinking too much. He still didn't believe this was evil. He had seen countless women, how could he be mistaken.
"Ding! The test is completed, Bloor (Sheryl), elf, male, twenty-five years old, seventh-level magician, confirmed."
"Ding! The labor service fee for this time is 1 gold coin, which has been successfully deducted. Welcome to come again next time."
"Damn it! System, you damn thing are still charging! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Mag raised his eyebrows.
"The host didn't ask, and is there a free lunch in this world?" the system said innocently, and an emoticon of a mean, round-headed person with a helpless face flashed through Mag's mind.
"10086 is free. Also, speak politely and don't send emoticons!" Mag rolled his eyes. This system was getting more and more shameless.
"Host, please don't compare me with those artificial services that are not intelligent at all. They can basically reject 80% of the questions asked by the questioners, and my complaint rate will never exceed 1 person." The system said sternly .
"Ha, I'm not the only one." Mag curled his lips and looked at the information with a strange expression: "And the system, why is your manual retest exactly the same as the information just now? You couldn't have copied and pasted it directly. Bar?"
"Host, please don't insult the professionalism of this system. How could this system do such a thing!" The system floated an emoticon of serious protest, and then continued: "This system scanned him again with the psychic door. And then the results came out.”
"Is this the so-called manual service for which you charged me a gold coin? You are committing fraud! You are committing a crime! The psychic door is mine, and if there is something wrong with it, what's the point of re-testing it? It's there." Mag was a little annoyed. The system didn't know where the emoticon was stolen from, and when combined with it, it looked really cheap.
"Of course it is intentional. Originally, the detection of the psychic door was automatically triggered. Now that I use it to detect again, it requires manual operation. This is the so-called manual service. Host, just accept the fact that this is a male elf. , this is the uniqueness of the Psychic Gate gender detection. If the host gets the wrong gender, wouldn’t it be embarrassing if it comes out bigger than you?" The system's words were somewhat ridiculing.
"It seems that this is the legendary cross-dressing boss. When a man gets horny, women will have nothing to do with him." Mag turned around and glanced at Bloor, who was standing in the team like a proud white swan, and reluctantly I couldn't help sighing, and I accepted the test of the system.
"Is the host interested?" the system asked.
"I absolutely can't do this kind of thing." Mag refused sternly and walked into the kitchen to think, "A seventh-level magician from the elf tribe came to the restaurant with his gender concealed. Could it be that he was targeting Sally?" Coming?"
He knew Sally's identity. The elves were still looking for her. Now a cross-dressing boss with doubtful identity suddenly appeared. Naturally, the first thing he thought of was Sally.
After this period of getting along, Mag is still very satisfied with Sally. She doesn't talk much, but she can complete the work with high quality and quantity. She has contributed a lot to the smooth operation of the restaurant, which saves a lot of labor.
Of course, Mag also had to admit that it was indeed a bit overkill to use a seventh-level elf magician, who might become a princess if she returned to the elves, and might even inherit the position of queen, to wash dishes and clean tables.
However, Mag always believed that it was Sally's freedom to go back or not. If she was willing to stay, Mag would naturally not be able to drive her away, nor would she let others take her away easily.
Mag kept this matter in mind for the time being. If he really came for Sally, sooner or later he would reveal his flaws, and we would see him again when the time comes.
"The decoration of the restaurant is pretty good, but there are too many people dining, and there are people of all races. Do I still have to sit at the same table with demons to dine?" Bloor looked at the restaurant, and the elegant decoration was quite... The style, the log tables and chairs made him feel very comfortable. What surprised him even more was that the tables and chairs in the restaurant had very similar textures, as if they came from the same tree. Most people can't see such details, but they can be seen. Show the boss’s intentions.
Constantine stood behind Bloor and chatted with him from time to time. He was quite enthusiastic and racked his brains to please Bloor.
As a famous diamond king in the city of chaos, he hasn't been so interested in a girl in many years.
And Bloor just gave an occasional hum as a sign of agreement. He was not in the mood for small talk with a man who clearly wanted to have sex with him.
"Little sister, you are so beautiful." Amy came forward with the ugly duckling in her arms, looked up at Bloor and said, not only is she beautiful, this little sister is also very tall, almost as tall as her father.
The ugly duckling also looked up at Bloor, blinked, and seemed a little confused.
"What a cute little half-elf girl!" Bloor looked down at Amy, his eyes suddenly lit up, with a delicate face, pointed ears as white and tender as cicada wings and translucent, and long silver hair tied into twin tails. Her braid hangs down by her ears, and she has a pair of big, bright blue eyes. She blinks and looks up at her. She is so cute that you want to reach out and hug her.
"Silver hair, big blue eyes, and the same delicate and lovely appearance, she looks just like the princess when she was a child. It's so cute!" Bloor was shouting in his heart. In terms of appearance, he only admired Princess Irina. Now, It seems I have to add one more.
"Little girl, you are very cute too. What is your name?" Bloor looked at Amy and said with a smile.
"My name is Amy." A happy smile appeared on Amy's face. It was a joyful thing to be praised by a beautiful young lady.
"Amy, that's a nice name. You can call me Sister Sheryl." Bloor nodded with a smile and looked up at Mag in the kitchen. This human actually has such a cute half-elf daughter. Which ignorant girl from the Elf tribe did he deceive?
Good-looking humans are really the natural enemies of elves.
