"Wow! What a cute little girl!"
"Her clothes are so beautiful, and the style is so unique. It looks like a dress or a skirt. I have never seen such clothes before!"
"Yes, it feels very elegant when worn on the body, and it makes the person very slim. I don't know which tailor made this. I want to make one too!"
"What is she holding in her arms? Is it an orange kitten? A new breed? Why have I never seen it before?"
The aunts in the crowd suddenly burst out, staring at Amy who was standing on the highest level, and expressed great interest.
This dress not only looks good, but also has a unique style. Only when you wear this kind of dress can you become the focus of the audience.
Of course, some old aunties still know how to wear such pink and cute clothes.
"Maimi's Restaurant!" Gudinia, who was chatting and laughing with someone with a glass of wine, suddenly turned around, his eyes fell on Mag, he couldn't help but clenched his fists, took two deep breaths, and said with a sneer: "Half-elves don't Are they just half-races? When will our Aden Chamber of Commerce parties start allowing half-races to attend?"
"Yes, I have heard of Maimi Restaurant. It seems to be very popular in Aden Square recently, but this restaurant doesn't seem to have joined our Chamber of Commerce, right?" The fat businessman next to him also asked doubtfully.
"Not only did he not join, this boss told me in front of me that he would never join our Chamber of Commerce in this life, and he would also watch our Chamber of Commerce collapse." Gudiniya said mockingly.
"Then how did he get the invitation? Could it be that he came uninvited?" Someone else questioned.
A small commotion spread through the crowd.
"Is this the Mag who has repeatedly ruined my good deeds?" Cyril also frowned and looked back at Mag. Devo is still in Basti Prison, because he is no longer under his control. , and all of this is because of this guy.
Mag touched Amy's hair. As expected, the little guy only had food in his eyes.
Looking down, Mag looked at the dark crowd below, raised his eyebrows, took Amy's little hand and walked downwards.
It seems that he still misunderstood the trendy costumes for banquets in this world. Generally, men wear luxurious gowns, which are covered like cylinders. Regardless of their body shape, some of them look like a walking cylinder. , as a distinction are various colorful colors.
However, he had never seen any parties in his previous life, so he naturally had to hold on to such a scene.
As for the unkind looks that looked at their father and daughter, he didn't take it to heart at all.
He had been mentally prepared before coming. One of the rules of the Aden Chamber of Commerce was aimed at half-races, and many of them no longer had any goodwill toward half-races.
Now it seems that this inference is completely correct.
He came today not only to meet Hill, but more importantly, to prepare for a collision with this stubborn guy.
As soon as Mag took Amy's hand and walked into the banquet hall, Cyril stepped forward, glanced at Amy, and then looked at Mag with some contempt, "Are you the owner of Maimi's restaurant?"
"Wow! Father, I want to eat that cookie!" Amy shook Mag's hand and pointed at the cookie on the plate of a waiter nearby and shouted happily.
"Meow!" When hearing the food, the ugly duckling also shouted excitedly.
"Okay, I'll get it for you." Mag smiled fondly, ignored Cyril, waved to the waiter and said: "Waiter, give me a copy of that."
"You dare to ignore me?" Cyril's voice was a little cold. In the city of chaos, few people dared to ignore him directly like this.
"You dare to hurt my father, which cookie do you count as...?" Amy put her hands on her hips and looked at Cyril and said seriously.
The crowd around him suddenly burst into laughter, and everyone was trying hard to control the laughter on their faces. The expression and tone of this little girl's words were really funny, but they didn't want to offend Cyril because of this, and many people suppressed their faces. .
Cyril's face turned dark, he looked at Amy, laughed angrily, and said coldly: "Ha, you half..."
"Looking at your age, do you think you're going to grab a biscuit after a kid eats it?" Mag took the biscuit on a small plate from the waiter's hand and handed it to Amy, interrupting Cyril's words.
"I..." Cyril was speechless for a moment.
"If you want it, just say it. If you don't say it, how will the waiter know that you want it? But if you want to steal it from a kid, I don't think that's good," Mag continued.
"The big bad guy who stole the cookies, don't come here!" Amy hid the cookies behind her and looked at Cyril with a wary look, as if she was really on guard against him grabbing the cookies.
The laughter in the crowd grew louder and louder, and those who were still suppressing laughter could no longer hold back.
Listening to those roars of laughter, Cyril looked as ugly as if he had just eaten a fly. He looked at Mag and sneered: "Since when are pets and half-elves allowed to come in to the Aden Chamber of Commerce party? Moreover, your restaurant is both You haven't joined the Aden Chamber of Commerce, and you're not a high-quality development target. Why are you here? Is your invitation letter fake?"
The laughter in the crowd gradually died down and people began to whisper.
Although the mid-year party of the Aden Chamber of Commerce is not a particularly serious party, under normal circumstances, only members of the chamber of commerce and their families, as well as some merchants who will become members of the chamber of commerce, are invited.
As Cyril said, it is indeed impossible for McGonagall to be invited based on his conditions.
If his invitation was fake, then their father and daughter might be kicked out of the venue and become the biggest laughing stock today.
There was a smile on Cyril's face, and he looked at Mag with a mocking expression: "I don't know what your intentions are. Maybe you want to use this opportunity to enter the class you look up to. However, with a fake You, the one with the invitation, are not worthy of standing here, guard, throw these two guys out of here!"
Several tall orc guards surrounded him from all sides, ready to take action.
"Father, are these guys here to steal my cookies?" Amy hung the ugly duckling on her skirt and already held the magic wand in one hand.
"Such a guy should be taught a profound lesson to prevent anyone from trying to sneak in and eat and drink." Gudiniya said with a smile, the fat on his fat face trembled, and he felt a breath of bad breath.
"Mr. Mag was invited by me, and the invitation letter was written by me myself." At this moment, a voice sounded from behind, the crowd separated into a lane, and Hill, who was wearing a red dress, stepped forward and looked at Cyril with a smile. Said: "Don't you know that the four major families are qualified to invite others to the party? Oh, that's right, you may not be qualified to know yet."
