Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Mag handed a black iron plate with a white dove printed on it to the staff in the window, and said, "Food: Mission No. 256."

Only half of the face can be seen from the height of the window, it should be a young girl, and this iron card is issued when every member of the chaotic guild joins the guild, it is a bit similar to a membership card, the magician makes the iron card have a certain amount of storage The function of information is to enter the information of each member into it, and then every time a task is done, it will be recorded in it, so as to improve the membership level.

McGonagall should be a one-star member now. Due to physical reasons, Mag-Alex could only take on some very daily tasks, which are so simple that children can complete them.

But the victory lies in the large number, so it took him three years to successfully upgrade from a 0-star member to a 1-star member.

"Is it the task of catching turkeys?" The staff member swiped out Mag's information and glanced at it, and couldn't help but confirm it again.

"Yes." Mag nodded.

"Sir, although your star rating has reached one star, the task of going out of the city to capture monsters is extremely dangerous. The flamingo is a first-level monster and is extremely aggressive. Are you sure you want to claim it?" the staff member asked. Looking down at Mag through the small window, he asked again.

Mag has done hundreds of tasks before, all of which are daily tasks, all of which are things like helping people deliver things, or helping people get things. This kind of thing is usually only done by children or people with disabilities. Listen to McGonagall. Grid's voice is probably the latter.

But after clearly seeing Mag standing outside, he was stunned again. He was about 30 years old, wearing a refreshing light gray short shirt and trousers. His short hair was neatly trimmed, and the light mustache on his upper lip added a little bit. Mature charm, blushing accidentally, how can this look like a man who is doing hundreds of the simplest tasks!

"Well, I know." Mag nodded with a smile. Although he was a little helpless, he still felt the care from strangers, whether it was the uncle just now or the current staff member.

"Okay, do you need a map of the area where turkeys are more frequent?" The girl also realized her gaffe, so she sat up straight again and asked instead.

"Yes." Mag nodded, this is the purpose of his trip.

"The price of a map is one gold coin, pay in cash, I wish you a smooth mission." The girl took a small rolled up map and put it together with the iron plate, and handed it out.

"Thank you." Mag paid the money, took the token, took Amy's little hand and walked towards the entrance of the main hall.

"This guy just received the mission of the flamingo?"

"yes,

The flamingo's aggressiveness can be regarded as moderate among the first-level monsters. Ordinary first-level knights may not be able to fight even if they are fully armed. He even took a little loli without a weapon. Isn't it obvious that you are courting death? "

"Poor little girl, how did you meet such an unreliable father."

Everyone looked at Mag's back, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.

"I hope he can successfully complete the task." The girl looked down at Mag's back and thought to herself.

"Food: Mission No. 87, the three-star copper wild boar, I want a map." Guy handed in the black sticker in his hand, looked back at Mag and Amy who had walked out of the guild, and shook helplessly Shake your head.

He has reminded them like this, and Mag still has no intention of changing his mind at all. If he happens to meet them later, he may be able to help them, it depends on their luck.

As an old hunter, he has a hundred ways to subdue turkeys, but the demand on the list is too small, if he only catches one turkey a day, it is not very cost-effective.

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"Father, why do they say we can't catch fighting chickens?" After leaving the hall, Amy raised her head and looked at Mag with some puzzlement and asked.

"Because they don't know how powerful Xiaomi is." Mag touched Amy's head and said with a smile.

"No, it should be that they don't know how powerful Father is! Father is super powerful!" Amy shook her head and said seriously.

"It's okay, as long as Xiaomi knows." Mag showed a bit of satisfaction on his face, his daughter is really a little expert in boasting.

"Well, anyway, my father is the most powerful." Amy nodded happily, let go of Mag's hand and ran towards the bicycle. The ugly duckling was hanging on the basket pitifully, looking full of resentment. watching them.

"System, I want to rent a sword, daily." Mag said in his heart as he walked slowly.

"Ding! Ten gold coins have been deducted!"

"Ding! The long sword is being customized, and it will be completed in five minutes! Please choose the delivery location!" The system's voice sounded quickly.

"Give it to me after you get out of the city, and then I have to park the bicycle for a day, how much will it cost?" Mag continued to ask calmly.

"If you stop for one day, you will be charged 1 gold coin." The system's voice sounded.

"Okay." Mag nodded. After leaving the city of chaos, he will face danger. Although the system says that it is 100% safe, he still has to work hard to ensure Amy's safety. He decided Do it the way McGonagall thinks.

Ascending to the throne of knights at the age of thirty, Mag-Alex is not only powerful, but also an outstanding general, bold and careful.

If it wasn't for going to an old friend's appointment back then, I'm afraid I wouldn't have fallen into death. The world is a favorable place, and people and... he can be said to be the same.

Catching a turkey was not a task at all in his eyes.

But to deal with all kinds of monsters, there is only one way in his mind - kill with one sword.

Simple and rude, but also represents extreme self-confidence.

In this regard, Mag has a word to say: "MMP..."

The swordsmanship and swordsmanship in his mind have been integrated with his memory. Swordsmanship is the moves of using a sword, usually in a complete set. McGonagall has a set of epee swordsmanship handed down from the Alex family since elementary school. At the age of fifteen, he began to use a hundred-jin epee.

Mag's current physical fitness is probably at the level of when he was about ten years old.

However, in order to increase the flexibility of the epee, he learned another brisk sword technique. There are thirteen moves in total, which he found when he slayed the first evil dragon and counted the spoils in the dragon's lair. What was recorded in the nameless sword manual was called the Thirteen Shadow Swords by him.

At the peak, the epee of more than one hundred catties can be so fast that no shadow can be seen in his hands. This speed is enough to make men silent, women cry, and dragons despair!

With Mag's current physical fitness, even with an ordinary long sword, he should only be able to use the first three of the thirteen shadow moves, and it is far from reaching the level of Wuying.

Of course, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with a flamingo.