"You've never asked such boring questions before." Louis glanced at the last assassin who was lying dead in a pool of blood, and looked at McGonagall with a strange expression.

"Maybe something has changed since I became a father." McGonagall shrugged her shoulders, put away her sword, tore off a strip of cloth to bandage the wound on her right arm, and then took another look at Louie's bleeding thigh, and directly ripped off half of her clothes, bending down and tying it around his leg.

"Well, the little one always has a good idea." Louis nodded approvingly, not frowning even as he bandaged his wounds.

The rain was still pouring down, muffling out all sounds, and the marks and blood stains left by the fight were quickly washed away.

McGonagall simply bandaged Louie's wound and straightened up, and the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

The clothes were torn, the bodies were injured to varying degrees, and the hair was wet and sticking to the scalp, and the two looked very embarrassed at this time.

The danger of the fierce battle experienced before was only known to the two of them, and if the cooperation between the two was half a slight, it should be the two of them lying on the ground now, or let one of the nine people escape, the result would be unimaginable.

McGonagall's chest heaved violently, a deep sense of fatigue coming from every muscle in her body, and he had single-handedly killed six killers who had cooperated with him in less than three minutes, which had brought Alex's swordsmanship to the extreme in his current physical state.

After all, there are two fourth-level swordsmen and two third-level magicians, and there is absolutely no way for any third-level knight to complete such a task.

Of course, Louie also played a crucial role in this, killing the hidden killer alone and then helping him kill the last two.

"You wouldn't have had to take that risk." Louie put the knife back into its scabbard and looked at McGonagall.

"Three years ago, should I have said this to you?" McGonagall looked at Louie and asked rhetorically, isn't this guy having a young son at home who is waiting for him to come home.

"You got a stab in the throat three years ago, so you didn't say a word on the way." Louie shook his head.

"But you have to admit that I'm better at killing." McGonagall said with a smile.

"I'm a serious businessman now, and it's normal to be bad at killing." Louie said as a matter of course.

"Now we need to deal with this place so that Johew and Sean's people don't come to the door so quickly." McGonagall said, looking at the lying corpse.

"I'm good at this." Louis touched it in his arms, took out a small ceramic bottle, stretched out his hand to block the rain, opened the cap and shook the corpse, a little yellow-brown powder fell on the corpse, as soon as it was stained with blood, the green flame suddenly rose, and in a blink of an eye, a corpse was burned to ashes, washed by the rain, and completely disappeared, and there was no trace of burning on the ground.

"A serious businessman wouldn't carry this kind of thing on his body, you wouldn't be doing business while robbing homes and houses, killing people and burning corpses, right?" McGonagall covered her nose and took two steps back, this cremation powder was a less common magic powder, but there really wasn't anything better to use it when it came to destroying corpses.

On such a rainy night, even if someone could see that there had been a fierce battle here, absolutely no one would be able to find anything related to the corpse.

"It's not easy to be a businessman now, and it's still necessary to carry some self-defense things." Louis slowly dragged his injured leg towards the second corpse, and as he did, the nine corpses quickly disappeared completely.

The blood stains were washed clean by the pouring rain, and the traces left by the battle would be difficult to erase without a professional magician, but no one should have noticed the battle that took place here on such a rainy night, and by tomorrow, maybe someone would notice, and someone from the Grey Temple would investigate, but no one should associate this battle with McMie's and McGonagall.

"Go back, I'll redress your wounds, if you can't walk on both legs, it won't look good." McGonagall erased all traces of any possible conjure, walked straight to Louie's side, turned to pick him up, and walked in the direction of McMie's restaurant.

"Did Sean also participate in the events of that year?" Louis did not refuse McGonagall's burden, and asked with some confusion.

"I don't know if he participated back then, but since he asked people to follow you, it means that he wants to participate now, and he doesn't want me to appear again and break the competition between him and Qiao Xiu." McGonagall shook her head.

"But if Qiao Xiu led the matter back then, and he didn't participate, why should he worry about you appearing again? Anyway, you can't be on Qiao Xiu's side anyway, which should be good news for him. Louis was still puzzled.

"Because Sean knows that I won't be on his side either, from the moment he revealed that he wanted to provoke a second race war, he and I were already destined to be all the way." McGonagall sneered, "My wish is world peace." ”

"Tsk, I don't know which two people stirred up the whole world." Louis said a little slurpily, and after a while, his expression was a little solemn: "Qiao Xiu can't choose, and Sean, you don't choose, so who are you going to choose?" The third prince who is obsessed with being a carpenter? ”

"This shouldn't be my choice, right? I'm not Alex anymore, I'm just the owner of McMie's in the City of Chaos. And, if you really have to choose, don't you think that carpenter prince looks more pleasing to the eye? McGonagall asked with a smile.

Louis was stunned, nodded and said, "That's right." ”

Under the cover of heavy rain, the two returned to McMie's restaurant, the blinds of the floor-to-ceiling windows fell, and McGonagall made the system a professional-grade first-aid kit, which she learned and sold, and after treating Louie's wound, she sutured the almost transparent leg wound and then bandaged it.

In the wizarding world, such a surgical procedure seems a bit unsophisticated, but after this treatment, there is no damage to bones and arteries, and the wound heals quickly and does not affect normal movement.

"I didn't expect you to not only learn how to cook, but also learn to heal, I'm curious now about what happened to you in the past three years?" Louie felt the slight tingling sensation in his legs, and the pain of the wound was much less, and he looked at McGonagall with curiosity.

"It's a secret." McGonagall smiled and poured herself a glass of beer, took a long sip, and sighed contentedly.

……

"How's the situation at the Dailan Fabric Shop?" In Moulton Manor, Jeffrey sat behind a chair and asked a little nonchalantly.