MTL - Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant (A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World)-Chapter 2402 The first task released to the system

  It’s a point of view that McGonagall has always agreed with.

  So when Xi finished three bowls of rice, took the last piece of braised pork in the pot, and smiled contentedly, McGonagall began to question.

   "Is it delicious?" McGonagall asked with a smile.

   "Not bad." Xi wiped off a little oily gloss from the corners of her mouth with a paper towel, and there was a trace of unnaturalness in her calmness.

   "This pot of braised pork with three bowls of rice, three questions, not too much, right?" McGonagall continued with a smile.

  Xin's expression froze, and he glanced at McGonagall: "I said, I have no right to tell you about the information related to the dungeon."

"Don't be nervous, I just ask a little basic question, no secrets will be involved." McGonagall drank a sip, "Moreover, since the people in the dungeon like to play smuggling, I will be able to catch one or two sooner or later. Questions can be asked from them sooner or later, right?"

   "Your thoughts are a bit dangerous." Xi frowned, but couldn't refute McGonagall's words.

  There are hundreds of dungeon residents who sneak into the chaotic city every year. With McGonagall’s current strength and identity, it is not difficult to catch one or two.

  However, this idea of ​​McGonagall has touched the rules of the dungeon.

   "Then I'm going to start, the first question: Is the dungeon controlled by the big chaebol?" McGonagall said directly.

  Xin looked at McGonagall deeply and said, "No."

  "Are your military commanded by a unified government or an independent existence?" McGonagall asked again.

  "I can't answer this question." Xi refused directly.

   "Did you send this mech today?" McGonagall asked the last question.

   "No."

   "Okay, the three questions are over." McGonagall smiled and raised his glass, "For peace."

  Xin stared at him for a while, then took the glass and drank it.

"Actually, I don't have any malice against the dungeon. It would be good if the two sides keep the previous state and stay old and dead. Of course, the premise is that things like today won't happen again." McGonagall put down his glass and said lightly: " It was my mother-in-law who died today, and that guy just lost a mecha. I remember this hatred."

  The vigilance between the eyebrows and eyes has eased a bit. She has reported the matter today, but at her level, she will not get relevant feedback from above.

  However, this demigod-level mecha is definitely not from the military.

  It’s very simple. The mecha currently owned by the military is far less powerful than the one that appears in the elves today.

  Even in the dungeon, I have never heard of the existence of a demigod mecha before.

  You should know that even in the dungeon, the tenth-level powerhouse is still the top existence.

  And the extraordinary are one of the few, almost the elders who don’t know anything about the world.

  A demigod-level mech appeared on the Nolan Continent. This news was sent back to the military, and Xi could already imagine what kind of shock it would cause.

  This mech, the military will definitely want to go back.

   McGonagall doesn’t give it, she can’t get it, the military will naturally send someone who can get it.

  But as McGonagall said, today this mecha killed the Elf Queen and a dozen elves. Although the guy hiding behind the mecha lost a mecha, it was not damaged.

  He is unwilling to hand over the mecha to her, I am afraid he is still thinking about trading.

   "It is still unclear who is controlling the mecha, but you are unwilling to give me the mecha, and someone will come to fetch it again," Xi said.

"Then let him bring the things I want to exchange, kill people, it will pay for his life after all. This principle is not known in your dungeons." McGonagall knuckles lightly squeezed the wine glass and let out a crisp sound. sound.

  "Farewell." Xi got up and went out.

   "No delivery." McGonagall's voice came from behind.

McGonagall looked at the slowly closing door and was silent for a while, poured himself another glass of wine, and then asked in his heart: "System, have you learned it? If you can remake, use this broken mecha for a replacement. Stainless steel washbasins are also used as waste."

   "Host, do you let a food system do this kind of thing, or are you not a human? You are forcing the system to do nothing!"

  "Aren’t you a system that loves learning? Now that the products of a higher level of civilization are in front of you, don’t you have a bit of self-motivated?

  You have to know that even if you are planting vegetables, you must always have a positive heart, otherwise, how will you go to the heavens and the world with me in the future? ! Said McGonagall passionately.

  The system was silent for a while, and faintly said: "How does this sound a bit wrong? As a system, shouldn't I urge the host to work hard and learn?"

   "As a system, food is the original sin." McGonagall tweeted: "Look at Amy's system. The printer you took out is nuclear-powered. What can you do?"

   "I...I can grow vegetables!" The system is weak.

"Then I ask you, if the underground city invades the Nolan Continent, with your current ability, can you protect your farm and pasture? Can you guarantee that the fish you keep in the fish pond will not be taken away by them? Can you guarantee you Will they not trample on the rice that they have grown so hard?" McGonagall utterly punishes the heart.

   "No... can't it?" The system's voice is slightly vibrato.

  "Now, I will release you a new task: disassemble and understand this mecha within three days, find an alternative re-engraving plan within seven days, and re-enact the first prototype within one month!

  Task completion reward: a demigod door god!

  Mission failure penalty: the ownership of all the food farms may be transferred to another person's name! "Mag said seriously.

  "I accept...wait!" The system's voice paused, "How do you feel weird? Why has it become a host to publish tasks to the system? And, isn't this reward made by myself?"

  "The task has been released. It's up to you to complete the task. Don't your system have a group? Ask the water friends if you don't understand, don't tell me, you are kicked out of the group chat, right?"

  "System learning..."

  A line of small characters floated through McGonagall’s mind, and the system went offline.

   McGonagall was stunned, and smiled: "Good fellow, won't you be kicked out of the group chat? Really shameful."

  Drank the wine in the glass, cleaned up the table and kitchen, and McGonagall went upstairs.

  After washing, he did not go to bed directly. Instead, he went to the study and took out the picture book "Miss Black Cat" hand-painted by Annie.

  People cannot make money outside of their cognition, and they cannot tell stories outside of their cognition.

  Vickie comes from a dungeon. She is a lady of a big family, and should have a certain relationship with the military, so she has an independent warship and can manipulate mechas skillfully.

  So McGonagall plans to take a closer look at Vicky’s "Miss Black Cat", which may hide the social structure of the dungeon.