A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Woodrow's eyes flickered a bit, and the sudden appearance of Bradley completely disrupted his plan. What's worse, this guy even knew him. Quick sword cuts through tangled hemp obviously didn't work, but this guy must die, whether for Walke Revenge, or cover up the tail that may be caught by Gray temple. (Fastest update)

"Mr. Bradley, although I don't know what kind of friendship you have with this murderer, but the witnesses and evidence of his murder are gathered here, and the man who patrolled the government house, so I must arrest him now The mob was taken back for scrutiny. This is a case of our City Lord's mansion. I believe the Gray temple should not interfere arbitrarily, right? "Woodrow stood up straight, watching Bradley say with some force.

Bradley looked at Woodrow slightly frowned, and from his reaction, it can be concluded that there must be something tricky in it, but he used City Lord's mansion to press him, and intentionally placed the two on the opposite side, which really made him a bit embarrassed.

Both the Gray temple and the City Lord's mansion have the right to deal with such incidents, especially when it comes to the internal casualties of a party, they generally do not step in.

"You're lying! Barabara grandfather, he's a bastard!" Amy said angrily: "Justica and mother have just been bullied by that bad guy, and Father will have to kill Father, and he's bullied a lot of people."

"Shut up, what qualifications do you have for a brat here to talk nonsense!" Woodrow gave Amy a glance and shouted sharply. (Fastest update)

"Father, he's so fierce." Amy suddenly retracted into Mag's arms, his expression a little scared.

"Oh, don't be afraid, I'm here." Mag stroking Amy's back to soothe, watching Woodrow teased: "Do not allow an innocent child to tell the truth, it will only let you die of shameful people fatty talk nonsense? I said, is it because your face is big that you have to let the whole world let you? Your fat body is shaved from their body by little by little, and your conscience will not Does it hurt? "

"You!" Woodrow pointed at Mag, his fat was shaking with anger, and no one had ever dared to talk to him like this, dare to insult him like this.

Bradley looked at Mag with a surprised look on his face, and usually treated the gentle Boss Mag, which was really an enhanced version of Little Owner.

Hesitated for a while, and didn't rush to speak. The cause of the matter is still unclear. Whether Gray temple is suitable for intervention requires further judgment.

However, no matter what Woodrow said, it is absolutely impossible for him to hurt Boss Mag and Amy. The anger of the 2 Great Magic casters is unbearable, and he whispered 2 words to a member around him, and the person ordered nodded and walked quickly Leave.

"A mob who was so hungry that you could n’t even afford a stone because of your deducted pension; a mob composed of elderly people over 60 years old, women and children under the age of 4; a group of people who lost their backbone in the mine disaster but still have to The mob suffered the humiliation of day after day; the woman's chastity has become something you can take at will, and even a little girl 5 to 6 years old can't escape the clutches, they are lying on the floor struggling on whilst at death's door, but still To be humiliated by the soles of your feet, this is the mob in your mouth. () The smile on Mag's face became colder, his eyes scanned the faces of the guards at Woodrow and Patrol House, and asked: "Don't they be angry Are they supposed to bear all of this while alive? How can those miners who keep their lives forever under the mine for the construction of Chaos city close their eyes! "

The guards slowly lowered their heads, and the long knife in their hands was unconsciously lowered, pointing at the ground, their eyes were closed, and they were afraid to look directly at Mag's eyes.

There was a sob in the crowd.

Earlier, I calmly stated how I dropped the broken finger of the younger sister buried from the back of the river on the ground, and tears slipped from his still young face.

An old woman held the head of a little girl who was missing a hand, and squeezed her tightly into her arms, crying with a suppressed voice, like an old-fashioned exhaust fan, and only heard heavy breathing.

A woman with 2 ugly scars on her face stared at Mag blankly, tears streaming down.

In the silence, only a depressing sob was heard.

"This ..." Bradley looked at the scene, feeling like he was suddenly stunned. If everything Mag is saying is true, then in this corner where few people pay attention, these are for Chaos city sacrifice. What kind of torture and pain are many of the families of the miners who have died in recent years?

City Lord's mansion will give pensions to the families of the miners who die every month, at least to ensure that their lives are not hungry, but depending on their current appearance, they do n’t look like they can fill their stomachs. Where?

Without hatred for no reason, ordinary women and children are even more unlikely to kill someone because of a few words.

Depressed crying, ashamed and guarding the guards of the patrol house, everything seemed to be clear, Bradley slowly clenched his fists, an anger burning in his heart.

"Talk nonsense! Nonsense! Come on, catch me! Get me all these people!" Woodrow's face shook with panic and waved a shiver.

The guards looked at each other with some hesitation.

"I am the patrol officer, your sir! Do you dare not obey my orders, do you want to rebel?" Woodrow kicked the guard beside him, shouted.

The guards 'eyes dodged a little, but after hearing this, the long knife in their hands slowly lifted up, hesitating towards Mag and the miners' families.

People at the Gray temple looked at this scene, and they also had their own judgments and guesses. They spontaneously stood on the 2 sides of Mag, holding the long sword and magic wand around their waist.

"Master, what are you guilty about?" Listening to the depressing cry, Mag's mood became heavier, and he looked at Woodrow with a sneer and smiled, "In fact, you don't have to use City Lord's mansion. Press me because I've seen the Lord City lord. Tonight City Lord's mansion will also hold a Dragon Race and Evil Demon Race talks in my restaurant. If you have a lot of dissatisfaction, you can slowly talk to the city lord tonight. , I believe he will be interested in this. "

"Nevertheless, listen to their voices now. In the last few years, you have done something unreasonable! What kind of unforgivable sin you, your nephew of your son, has committed against you!" Mag looked at the families of the miners, and said with a gentle and firm voice: "I know that every statement is a cruel thing to you, but now I hope you can tell the truth, Lord Bradley and Gray temple It will do justice for you, and let all scum be put to their due trial. "

"Kill me!" Woodrow barked, pointing at Mag.

"Stop! I am Tier-7 Magic caster Bradley, the elder of the Gray Temple, and now this event is designated as the Tier-4 event, which is officially taken over by the Gray temple. I do n’t care about others, so stay back!" Just then For a long time, Bradley stepped forward, holding a gray-black token in his hand.