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

“Do you know the old ruler?” Irina looked at Mag in the same amazement, and then thought for a moment, and said with a stun, “No wonder you know how to kill Berg and the enchanted Alfred.”

“I just happened to read a bit of related records in a broken sheepskin ancient book. I originally thought it was just a wild history, didn’t expect that they really existed.” Mag touched his nose, but he didn’t. Think of the Cthulhu myth actually exists in this world.

Since this time he has read almost all books related to Cthulhu mythology, and has drawn countless imaginative works from Earth authors.

How much of it is to truly understand the dominators of the old days, and how much is to imagine and create under the influence of the mythological system established by Rove Karat, and he has no way to analyze it.

But after these classics of baptism, he had a basic understanding of the Cthulhu mythology.

The old dominator with terrorist power once ruled the World in Far Ancient Era, but was slumbered by the seal of the ancient god.

Under this system, countless colorful works have emerged, among which many former dominators have appeared.

Mag still has a lot of doubts about the old rulers that may exist on Nolan continent. The previous two contacts are also very obvious. Whether it is the black mist stone statue or the stone temple throne, they can’t compare them with all kinds of old accumulated in this time. The day dominator responds.

The parchment that Irina received from Crassus, after System’s online translation, was roughly a prayer of a wizard, praising the power and legend of an Evil God named Meredith, and mentioned a few Evil God, showing extremely fanatical worship.

The last paragraph caught his attention: “The old rulers will eventually return and re-dominate this world.”

And does the sudden emergence of various natural phenomena in this World mean that the return has begun?

“What is the old ruler? Can it be eaten? What does it look like?” Irina looked at Mag inquisitively and asked.

Mag thought about it for a while, and said, “The legendary dominator is probably an insignificant thing with various tentacles.”

“Tentacles? It sounds a bit disgusting, can you do it?” Irina frowned.

“The iron squid seems pretty good,” Mag thought for a moment.

“Well, next time we grab an old dominator and try it, just don’t know if it will be too old and not chewy for 100 ten thousand years.” Irina has be eager to have a try.

“After all, this world was theirs, so how can I give them a little face.” Mag some didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, as if they had played it, even if it was a sealed old ruler He had no confidence in cutting their tentacles into iron squid whiskers.

“About Blour, I haven’t heard from him yet, it is certain that he did not fall into Helena’s hands.” Mag turned instead.

Regarding the fact that Blour is Shirley, Irina already knew, and shook the head, “I haven’t heard from him. At present, I don’t have many news channels, but if he is caught by Helena, I will save him.”

“May be affected by the news of his father’s death, hoping that he can calm down.” Mag sighed, he watched Blour’s father daringly rushed to those who besieged Irina, delaying them for some time.

“Sooner or later, I will let them pay for it.” Irina said slightly coldly.

Mag silently, he naturally knew Irina’s character.

“I will continue to find someone to help find him, and find him as soon as possible,” Mag said.

“You said that the day after tomorrow will go to the Fak tribe, is there any plan?” Irina asked instead.

Mag shook his head slightly: “At present, there is no detailed plan to rescue Connie’s big brother as the first purpose, and secondly, to find opportunities to destroy the crowned ceremony of the monarch Gali, and to try to block the alliance of the Fak and Ogg tribes. Probably. Once the two tribes are successfully aligned, the beastman tribe will basically be on the war alliance side. “

“Without a plan is the best plan, isn’t it that you can’t end things by doing something? I’m good at this.” Irina said with a bright eye and smiled.

Mag looked at Irina with flashes of excited rays of light in her eyes, silently sighed for the Fak tribe, and was followed by this great aunt, but there was no good end.

“Amy and Anna have fallen asleep. This night is quiet. Shall we do something interesting?” Irina leaned against the door, her long, straight legs protruding from her loose nightgown, and her soft silver long hair spread behind her. Staring at Mag asking.

Mag calmly thought for a while and took out the tablet, “Let’s see the cat and mouse.”

“Look at it for yourself.” Irina turned angrily and walked towards the bedroom, closing the door all at once.

“hu ——”

“so close.”

Mag relaxed, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. At that moment, he felt like he was being stared at by some great god.

Fortunately, he is witty.

“How fun cats and mice are.” Mag turned on the tablet and watched 2 episodes with keen interest pleasure before turning off the lights to sleep.

……

It was late at night, and most of the people in Chaos city had fallen asleep. Suspicious people wandering on the streets have been gradually reduced after being carefully screened by the Gentlemen Alliance. Even homeless people have managed to hide under the bridge hole, and dare not come out at midnight Little girl scaring the night.

Even the slums in the north of the city haven’t heard anything evil for a while. All the bastards that can be named have been found by the gentlemen of incarnation Holmes to find evidence of crime and sent to Basti prison.

Due to a shortage of cells, the density of cells in Basti prison has increased dramatically, and it is said to have caused some aboriginal dissatisfaction.

The density of street patrols in Gray temple and City Lord’s mansion has also increased a lot, and it has truly achieved a good sleep for residents.

……

The dark prison of Gray temple, this place where no light can reach, there is no difference between daytime and night.

A scream came from the isolated cell to the eerie corridor, forming an echo in the distance, and it would take a long time to dissipate.

At the end of the promenade, a dim oil lamp was lit. Bolton stood under the lamp and stuffed a bit of fine tobacco into the bamboo pipe. He took a deep breath on the flintstone and watched holding a piece of paper from The men who hurried out of the next cell said, “How?”

“Secretary, the sentence has already been served. Brez still insisted that everything was done by him, and confessed to everyone under his system, not online.” The man handed the paper in his hand to Burton. .

Burton took the paper, glanced at the content, coldly said with a smile: “Is it really not, or is he still expecting something?”