"No." Mag shook his head. Although he didn't know where Irina got the information, he still explained: "Andre just wanted to win me over and get me to side with him again, and then he started to act unscrupulously. Push the Nolan continent and build an unprecedented empire."
Mag is a pacifist. Although from the perspective of humans, this is just returning the pain of the past to the races that once oppressed humans.
But once the war begins, there are no winners. Ordinary people and the soldiers at the front are both victims.
Irina nodded slightly, as if she had anticipated Mag's answer, "Helena also wants to talk to me."
This surprised Mag. With Helena's character, she was definitely not someone who would bow her head casually. Unexpectedly, she took the initiative to approach Irina and asked, "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes." Irina nodded, "I will not agree to any of her conditions unless she abolishes the family system of the elves and returns the elves to their own state. This is also a condition that she cannot agree to."
"Then what are we talking about?"
"I just want to see how angry she is and how she can't kill me." Irina smiled sweetly.
"I go with you?"
"That's not necessary. If you go, she won't dare to come." Irina shook her head.
"If they set another trap and lead you into a trap."
"After you caused the thunder to blow up the octopus that day, I think no one would dare to do anything to me in a short period of time, otherwise Andre would not have lowered his profile and wanted to meet you in person. What is the situation of the elves today? Helena knows it better than anyone else." Irina said with a smile.
Mag nodded. He knew how smart Irina was and would not let herself fall into danger easily.
"I just found out today that a lot of little girls like you." Irina looked at Mag with a smile.
"This is beyond my control, just like those men can't take their eyes away when they see you." Mag shrugged helplessly. You are too good to blame him.
"Jealous?"
"No, that's me."
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Irina drank a glass of water and left. In the past two days, the number of elves sent to the City of Chaos from various races had increased sharply, and some things needed to be handled by her personally.
Mag also followed out the door, and first went to the blacksmith shop next door to take a look at Hannah and Mo Bai's progress.
"Boss, come and take a look, are there any problems with these parts?" Hannah, whose face was covered with charcoal dust like a little tabby cat, saw Mag coming in. Her eyes lit up, and she stepped forward and pulled him to the forging table. forward.
After a disaster, she had completely lost confidence in her design. Now she just wants to be a salted fish with the guidance of a boss.
Mo Bai also stopped the heavy hammer in his hand and looked at Mag with the same expectancy.
Mag picked up a few simple parts of the forging table and looked at them carefully for a while, then measured them again with a ruler, and nodded, "The workmanship is rigorous, the size and materials are fine, these parts are qualified."
"That's great, it's worth staying up all night!" Hannah jumped happily.
Mo Bai chuckled and said, "Hey, Boss Mai, you are really good at designing pictures. You can understand them at a glance."
"But I just drew it casually. I'm so impressed. I'm so impressed." Mag politely accepted the rainbow fart.
After confirming that Mo Bai could make various parts according to the drawings, Mag did not want to stay in the sweltering forging and left directly.
The stir-fried octopus tentacles and octopus balls were well received. Naturally, he and the system had to work hard on the sales plan of the old rulers.
First, he needed a suitable shop to serve as his first octopus tentacle selling stall.
Secondly, he also needs to open up a chain of octopus fishing, transportation and sales from the endless sea to the city of chaos.
The octopus tentacles provided by the system can be delivered directly to the store, but once the business is started, it will naturally attract the attention of others, and how to explain the source of the ingredients will become a hidden danger.
In the face of doubts, it is useless to just shout: "I, Alex, am not cheating!"
This is a business with a daily production of 100 tons. Even if a pound of octopus is sold for 50 copper coins, the turnover for that day is only 5 million copper coins.
"Vegetarians really make more money than cooks..." Mag calculated it in his mind and curled his lips.
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Malton Hall, Council House.
Jeffrey took a sip from the teacup and listened expressionlessly to his wife Denise's tearful cry on the side. Cyril's family of four stood aside with the same miserable and sad faces, as if they had suffered huge grievances. .
"Master, you don't know that as soon as we left the city of chaos, Gloria really regarded herself as the head of the family. She bossed us around and even ignored me, my grandmother. You said... How can I bear this kind of grievance?
Even I was like this, our poor son, Cyril and his family were treated even more miserably. Although she obeyed Gloria in every possible way along the way, she still never gave them a good look. Her food was worse than that of animals, and she almost drove them out of the mansion...
You said...you said that she is just an heir now, but she is already so unkind and unrighteous. If she really becomes the head of the family, is there still a place for us to stay in this family? Master, you want to give us some judgment. Denise said, wiping tears.
"Grandpa, you want to give us some judgment." Hetty and Henie cried and said, their eyes red from the smoke of chili peppers, but it was quite interesting.
Aviva was also wiping away tears and sobbing from time to time to give her a sense of presence.
Cyril lowered his eyes and said nothing. He secretly observed the changes in Jeffrey's expression from the corner of his eyes. He secretly admired his mother's acting skills. She could tell such unfounded things with tears. She was the only one in their family who could do it. .
"Are you done?" Jeffrey, who had remained silent throughout, glanced at Denise, who was still wiping away tears, and asked in a cold voice.
Denise was stunned, feeling that all her thoughts had been read through by Jeffrey at a glance. She couldn't help but feel guilty, and her voice lowered a bit, "Master, I think you should carefully consider your previous decision. Cyril didn't do it before." Okay, but now he knows his mistake and will definitely correct it in the future. He is your biological son after all, and only a man can support a family."
"Is Gloria back?" Jeffrey said toward the door.
"Sir, Miss Gloria has just returned to the manor. She should go back to the Villa to rest." Maynard stood at the door and said respectfully.
"Let her come here." Jeffrey nodded slightly.
"Yes." Maynard turned and left.
"You have said so much, you should let Gloria talk and see if things are really what you said." Jeffrey looked at the people whose expressions changed slightly and smiled coldly.
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