Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

The world is inclined to magic and blood power. Guns have not yet begun to sprout. In Meg's memory, even fireworks can only be seen in the Imperial Palace during the festival, indicating the king's blessing to his people.

The refining method and formula that the alchemist regarded as a treasure had not yet spread among the people, so he was puzzled about what Mo Bai said was the thing that could release huge energy in a moment, and he was curious: "what kind of energy is that?"

Mo Bai looked at McGonagall, hesitated for a moment, put down the spoon, and said with both hands: "it's like the fireball technique suddenly burst, which is almost that kind of energy."

McGonagall picks his eyebrows, and Mo Bai's description is closer to explosives.

Although we don't know what the specific energy is, according to this idea, if we want to transform this energy into the ability of long-range attack, the gun is absolutely the best choice. As long as the gun barrel can withstand the instant burst of energy, the closed gun barrel can transform that energy into the kinetic energy of the bullet, so as to become a long-range attack.

McGonagall has his own ideas and ideas. After all, he has lived in a world with a high level of technological civilization for so many years. When he was in the United States, he often stayed in the shooting range. His guns are not small white. The speed of dismantling guns can even be compared with his father's security guards.

But what he hesitated about was that once firearms appeared, with its terrifying power, it would soon drag this continent, which had just ended the Millennium racial war and had a peaceful respite for more than 100 years, from the era of magic and cold weapons to the era of hot weapons.

If human beings get the technology of making guns, the number of races is the largest. The strength of human beings who were forced to occupy a part of the mainland by magicians and Knights will definitely soar, and the balance of Nolan will be broken again, setting off a new round of race war that affects the whole continent.

With Amy, Meg's wish is: world peace.

It's like Pandora's box. Once it's opened, there's no way to close it. MEG doesn't want to get it out.

Although he didn't intend to provide ideas, McGonagall looked at Moby curiously and asked, "I'm curious what do you want to do with it?"

"I want to kill the dragon." Mo Bai looked into McGonagall's eyes and said seriously.

"Does the dragon have a grudge against you? Why do you all slaughter it? Isn't baby dragon cute, too? " Sitting on one side, Amy was full of doubts. The uncle who liked to laugh wanted to kill the dragon, and the dwarf grandfather also wanted to kill the dragon. What was the dragon? Why do people always kill dragons?

McGonagall was also a little surprised. There was no sense of disobedience when slaughtering the dragon from Kangdi's mouth. His equipment, except the black donkey, was prepared for slaughtering the dragon. But from Mo Bai's mouth, he said that he wanted to kill the dragon. If he didn't look at his serious expression, MEG almost couldn't help laughing.

"Boss Mai must think it's ridiculous. It's OK. In fact, I think so." Mo Bai laughed a little at himself, just when McGonagall thought it was just a joke Mo Bai told in the morning, but he slowly clenched his fist and said in a slightly low voice: "but for me, this is probably the only power that supports me to continue to live and wave the hammer.

The red dragon that ate my father when I was 30 years old will still appear in the mainland to do evil. If I can't cut it with my hand, I guess I won't be able to close my eyes when I die. But I don't have the ability of McGonagall Alex. If I want to kill the dragon, I have to think of other ways. But now it seems that if this core problem is not solved, all my previous efforts are in vain. "

McGonagall looked at his clenched fist, with a few blue veins beating on his forehead. His mood became a bit complicated.

Kangdi Nicholas wanted to kill the dragon to prove himself and add the title of Dragon Slayer before his name.

And Mobai is for revenge, with the same goal and different purposes.

"I beg your pardon." After hesitating for a while, McGonagall could only say a little sorry that he could not subvert the whole mainland for the sake of Mo Bai's wish.

However, Mobai's experience also reminds him that the world is far less peaceful than it seems now. Although most people in the chaotic city are bound by the grey temple, how can he and Amy protect themselves if there is a dragon coming?

"System, do you have antiaircraft missiles? It's better to be the one with automatic tracking. " MEG asked in his heart.

"Host, our system solemnly reminds us that we will never sell anything that will affect our world pattern, including air defense missiles!" The sound of the system was so serious for the first time.

"Don't worry, I also like world peace. I'll buy one for self-defense and guarantee that I will never take the initiative to use air defense missiles." McGonagall calmed down and then said, "when you say that a dragon suddenly goes crazy to attack the restaurant, I'm like Mobai's father. What's the use of your kitchen god system?"

The system was silent for a while and seemed to be thinking. After a while, it was a little disdainful and said, "then you can't afford it."

McGonagall raised his eyebrows. He was speechless and despised by the system.

But the system is clear: money is negotiable.

Later, he made a lot of money and installed several anti-aircraft missiles on the roof of the building. If any dragon could not think of making trouble in the restaurant, he would be sent a patriot to teach him how to be a dragon.

If the red dragon Mo Bai wants to kill also happens to come to the city of chaos, it's not impossible to discuss selling him the right to use a missile. It seems that he has always wanted to do something important these years, and he may have saved a lot of money, right? After all, he can sell 1000 gold coins with one weapon, and it's not slow to get money.

"It's OK. I haven't mentioned it to anyone for many years. It's comfortable to eat here in boss Mo, so I can't help saying more." Mo Bai smiles again, shakes his head, picks up a spoon and continues to eat fried rice.

McGonagall takes a look at Mo Bai, turns around and goes to the kitchen. He won't change his mind and decision about this.

Because in this world, it doesn't necessarily need guns to kill dragons. In those days, MEG Alex carried an epee and drove a Griffin to kill several.

"Boss Mai, is there a new product today?" As soon as McGonagall came to the kitchen door, the sound of HA Bang came. Although he was trying to suppress his own voice, it was still very penetrating.

"Loud voice, obey the rules, no loud noise." Amy looked up at HA bang and said something serious.

"I know, I know..." Ha Bang nodded quickly. He was so excited that he almost forgot the rules. Looking at Amy, he was a little bit suspicious.

"Yes, today's new products can be tasted. Those of you who have subscribed for the crowdfunding coupon can be tasted in advance. The new products are rougamo with wax sauce." MEG looked back at HAGA and habang coming in, and nodded with a smile.