"Farewell." The knight suddenly jumped up, quickly got on his horse, and slipped away without looking back.
Although he might be punished for not completing the task, he chose to escape first instead of risking his life by staying here.
What is the background of this restaurant owner? But for an ordinary chef, His Majesty the King made a special order to invite him, and the master of the Gray Temple even personally protected him.
When it comes to people at the level of the Lord of the Gray Temple, this matter is no longer something he can control or participate in. He just needs to send the news back as quickly as possible and wait for orders from above.
Mag looked at the knights who were leaving, raised his hands to Roland and Sargeras and said, "Thank you very much, the Palace Master and Mr. Sargeras, for your help."
"Hehe, it's easy. Boss Mai, you're welcome. We're just here to eat meat buns." Sargeras said with a naive smile.
Everyone in the Burning Legion also laughed foolishly, and their bright bald heads looked very social.
"Mr. McGonagall is a resident of the City of Chaos and has the right to refuse the rude demands of those in power in other countries. It is the duty of the Gray Temple to protect your rights." Roland looked at Sargeras with a serious smile, and then at Sargeras. He turned to Mag and said, "I wonder if Mr. Mag is free to go to the City Lord's Mansion now."
"The City Lord's Mansion?" Mag raised his eyebrows slightly. Unexpectedly, Hill moved so quickly, so he nodded and said, "If the Lord of the Palace invites you, of course he will go."
"Mr. Sa, the restaurant is closed today. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat Roujiamo. Come over early tomorrow morning." Mag looked at Sargeras again and said. Sargeras should have just returned from the north. He originally wanted to He wanted to ask him about the current situation of the night elves, but since Roland came to invite him personally, he couldn't just leave him alone and could only postpone the handover.
"That's it, then let's come back tomorrow." Sargeras scratched his head and led the Burning Legion away without saying anything.
"Please." Roland said, and he got on the black carriage first.
Mag locked the door and got into the carriage. He sat down opposite Roland, closed the door, and the carriage turned around and drove away. There was almost no bumps in the carriage.
Roland closed his eyes and said nothing, and Mag didn't make a sound either, looking at Roland calmly.
The Lord of the Gray Temple, who represents the majesty of the law in the City of Chaos, is also a level 10 magician. Previously, he could make the knight lie on the ground unable to move with just coercion, which shows his strength.
Roland looks very young, in his thirties, with long hair disheveled, a somewhat thin figure, a seemingly ordinary face, and still awe-inspiring with his eyes closed.
Since the establishment of the City of Chaos, he has established the Gray Temple. The Lord of the City of Chaos has changed twice, but he is still the Lord of the Gray Temple, and his appearance has never changed.
There are rumors that he is a demon.
There are also rumors that he is a dragon.
With a lifespan far longer than that of human beings, an eternal appearance, and a depth of strength that has never been tested, this mysterious Lord of the Gray Temple has been covered with a veil.
In Alex's memory, Mag found sporadic interactions between him and the palace master. The most profound one should be that the two had a fight outside the City of Chaos.
Alex used his sword, and Roland only released his magic once. There was no winner or loser.
In Alex's resume, there are very few draws, which shows that Roland is really strong.
When he was approaching the City Lord's Mansion, Roland suddenly opened his eyes, and just met Mag's gaze. His deep eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was slightly lowered and he said, "I'm curious, who are you?"
"I am me, flowers with different colors." Mag almost accepted it smoothly, looked at Roland's eyes calmly, and said with a smile: "I'm probably just a chef who loves to mess around, loves to think, and doesn't do his job properly. "
Roland stared at Mag's eyes for a while, and a smile appeared on his unsmiling face. "There are many strange people in the city of chaos who want to break away from the past. I am one of them, so you don't have to worry." We will explore your past, as long as you identify yourself as a resident of the City of Chaos, that is enough."
"This is probably why I like it here." Mag also said with a smile.
The carriage stopped, Roland put away his smile, got up and got out of the car.
Mag followed and got off the carriage. This was already inside the city lord's palace.
Roland led Mag through a long corridor and came to a quiet courtyard. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he felt a powerful formation completely enveloping and sealing the courtyard.
A hint of surprise flashed in Mag's eyes. It seemed that this should be an important reception point in the city lord's palace.
"Roland, Mr. Mag, you are here." As the door of the only room in the courtyard opened outward, City Lord Michael looked at the two of them with a smile and said.
"City Lord, Principal." McGonagall followed him into the room. In addition to Michael, Novan was also there. The three giants of the City of Chaos gathered to interview him, which showed that they attached great importance to this matter.
This room is not big, with only a round table and four stools placed in the middle of the room and nothing else. It looks like it should be the place where the three giants discuss important matters on weekdays.
"Sit down. The reason why we invited Mr. McGonagall here today is because Miss Hill came here just now and talked about something with us. Mr. McGonagall should know what it is. We are very interested in it, so we want to talk to you. Let’s talk to Mr. McGonagall in person.” Michael sat down and looked at McGonagall and said.
"Okay." Mag sat down in the last empty seat, facing the three giants of the City of Chaos alone. If his mental quality was not up to par, he might have a heart attack.
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The conversation lasted for more than two hours. Mag revealed his plan to unite vertical and horizontal forces, disrupt the internal affairs of various tribes, and make them unable to take care of themselves, so that they had to give up their expansion ambitions.
Although Mag was quite confident in his plan, he had too little information and the accuracy had yet to be verified, so he knew that there might be many loopholes in his plan or there might be a better alternative.
But this is what the three of them need to consider. With the strength of Chaos City, it is not difficult to obtain more first-hand information. I believe there are also dedicated departments that have been doing this.
The three of them listened to Mag's talk, nodding from time to time, and sometimes frowning and thinking. By the time Mag finished speaking, the three of them looked at Mag with completely different eyes.
"Boss Mai, don't you really consider joining the City Lord's Mansion? I have already planned to keep the position of chief staff officer for you." Michael looked at Mag and said.
"In comparison, I prefer being a chef." Mag smiled and shook his head.
