"Cut the Foyego into pieces?" Gwen looked at his scissors, and his face reflected on the blade was filled with endless doubts: "Master, will she... want me to do this?"

Her memories were worn out too much by time, and there were many things she couldn't remember. I only remember that after Isuld became the queen, he often cried secretly alone, complained to Gwen, talked about Foyego's fault, and said that she didn't want to be the queen anymore.

But apart from that, he didn't hate him to the point of wanting to kill him, curse him to die in front of her or something like that.

Even if she doesn't love Foyego anymore, she feels that she won't want to kill him, but stop him.

"Maybe, you need to judge this yourself." Seeing her confused look, Zell finally changed his mind: "This matter requires long-term planning. Now you are not enough to defeat him, so stay and make plans."

"Is that OK?" Gwen looked at Zele with his eyes holding stars. When he saw him nodding, he happily picked up Xiaohong: "Thank you, you are a good person."

"Don't call me a good person, call me Zell, or the store manager."

From the perspective of a doll, Gwen obviously never saw what Foyego had caused after his death, so he did not understand the harm of the curse of ruin to the world.

When she was not sure about the situation, she encouraged her to settle the score with Foyego, which was no different from asking her to give it to her for free.

It’s better to stay in the cafe and slowly understand the situation, which can help him relieve his business pressure.

Ahem, this cannot be said to be a profiteer. It is a waste not to use the labor force he gave for nothing. Moreover, this natural maid attribute is very suitable for our Poluo Cafe.

As for the characteristics that the Horcrux itself will attract black fog, Zel already has a countermeasure.

"Gwen." Zel said to her very seriously: "You can stay, but you have to make sure you cannot be discovered by Foyego, otherwise the black fog will come up. The black fog is filled with souls that have died in the spell of destruction, and exudes the breath of soul destruction. You cannot let others die because of you."

"What should I do then? Store Manager." Gwen said nervously.

She could feel that it was not only herself who was awakened by magic.

On the other side of the distant ocean, there was a strange mist deep in the island. It was as dark as ink, rolling and shrinking, and constantly transforming into terrifying evil spirits, trying to take away a wisp of Isuld's soul in her body.

"Hide your breath with the holy mist, which is the glowing mist on your body. Can you control them?"

"I'll try."

Gwen put Xiaohong down, then put his hand into his pocket and took it out, pulling out a few sewing needles and a ball of thread.

Do you also have a four-dimensional pocket? Zell was ashamed and didn't know where these things came from, including the scissors. He had never seen these tools when Gwen was a doll, but she took out tools more easily than she paid for them.

Gwen threw the needle and thread up into the air, then turned around and slapped it on the ground with one hand. The sewing needles fell on her side and formed a circular array, circling around her.

"Tied the needle!"

A trace of white mist flows out from the thread, like silk threads. These mists give people a sense of tranquility and warmth, which is completely opposite to the black mist.

The thin needles scattered around her, guiding the foggy silk threads through this space, neatly weaving a field protected by thick fog, covering all corners of Polu Cafe.

"May my mist be holy," she whispered, closing her eyes.

She felt that the dark mist had lost its target, and slowly retracted into the depths of the island with howling souls.

Opening his eyes again, Gwen smiled like a silver bell: "Okay, as long as I don't step out of here, the black fog will not be able to find me."

She wanted to pass on her mood to Zell, but Zell kept waving her hands and tried to fan the fog that filled the cafe: "Wow, your magic circle has made my store foggy. When the customer comes, he thought he had entered the wrong sauna!"

"Sorry, sorry." Gwen raised his scissors apologetically and rotated over his head, and the holy mist gradually faded and disappeared. However, it did not really disappear, it just became transparent.

"Now only those who know magic can discover the abnormalities here." Gwen looked at Zel, wanting to hear his opinion.

He looked at the ceiling with his chin and thoughtfully said, "I was thinking, since the holy mist can become transparent, why don't you knit it into clothes and put it on your body?"

"I..." Gwen covered his mouth as if he had discovered something amazing.

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Gwen has been delayed a lot of time and has to work harder to prepare.

After Zell poured the mixed grain and milk into the food bowl, he hurried to the kitchen to prepare Poluo snacks. But when he saw the spoons and forks scattered all over the floor, he was stunned.

"Gwen, what did you do?" He immediately doubted Gwen's head, because such a thing had never happened before she came, and she had the ability to do it, unlike Poluo.

Gwen came over and took a look, and his heart skipped a beat.

"It's not what I did... although I can't get rid of it." She stuck out her tongue like Po Luo assimilated and wanted to pass the test. Seeing Zeer's face hesitated, she quickly squatted down to help pick up tableware.

"What's going on?"

Gwen told Zell everything about the situation. After hearing this, the latter did not lose his temper, but just picked up the tableware and put it in the sink speechlessly.

Now that I have to prepare Poluo snacks, I also have to wash one more tableware.

It is definitely too late to clean, so I plan to let the sweeping robot deal with it first.

He found the sweeping robot in the corner, turned on the switch but couldn't see any reaction.

When he opened the lid and saw the alchemy device with energy exhausted, his blood pressure rose.

There is no doubt that he knew it was done by Poluo, because Gwen would not use a sweeper.

"I really convinced you, the rebellious sons!"

When he yelled, the whole cafe suddenly became a mess.

The Polu, who were halfway through the meal, did not dare to face the angry old father, and ran back to the glass room to hide. Xiaolan saw others running and ran two steps, but remembered that he had not finished his food and hurried back to eat a few more bites, and took the guys to eat and ran away.

It was a sound of an iron basin rubbing against the ground, which made Zell in an already bad mood even more irritable.

"Shopkeeper, just leave the tableware to me!" Gwen quickly asked him to turn off the fire, took off his gloves and reached into the sink. When he was a little angry, she plucked up the courage to ask: "Shopkeeper, is there a possibility that the Poluo people do this and don't want you to waste your time making small biscuits?"

"Does the snacks I make are very bad? I did it according to Roy's steps, why?" Zell smashed the flour into the basin: "No more! Don't think I'll make it in the future!"

Now Gwen knew about it. Polus might have been stolen by the hostess and disliked Zell's snacks.

They also took great pains to stop Zell from making snacks.

Bang bang bang, there was a knock on the door outside the door.

"Who is so anxious?"

Gwen saw Zel wash his hands and take out his pocket watch from his pocket, and muttered to walk out.
Chapter completed!