Chapter 1189 - That Softness And Astounding Curve...

Michael looked at Mag and nodded as he said with pity, “Alright, I won’t force you, but I will really leave this position for you. You can tell me anytime as long as you’re willing to take it up.”

Mag nodded with a smile and did not refuse further. If the world suddenly became chaotic, it probably would not be a bad choice to have a position in the city lord’s castle.

However, he probably would not take up the role in the city lord’s castle. Why would he? Was money too difficult to spend, or did he have too much time on his hands? It was great to be able to do whatever he wanted freely.

“I am a little curious. Mr. Mag, why is your first goal to help the Night Elves?” Rolan asked Mag suddenly. “I’ve just received the news that the Night Elves who had already gone without food for days suddenly had food. I wonder if Mr. Mag knows about it?”

“I know about this. I used to have three elves in my restaurant working as service staff. However, they’ve all gone to join the Night Elves. They were going home, after all, so I got them to bring some of the restaurant’s specialties over.” Mag was very open about it.

“As for why I chose the elves, looking at the big picture, it’s because the tribe with the biggest internal conflict that’s the most difficult to reconcile in the entire Norland Continent is the elves. The appearance of the Night Elves is like a sharp knife that slices apart the ugly side of the centuries of governance. If the Night Elves do not die out, the Wind Forest will be busy with settling their internal conflict, and will need a stable environment on a larger scale, so they can only vote to extend the peace treaty.

“A more private reason would be because of the three employees. They’ve worked in the restaurant for several months, and it is not just an employer and employee relationship between us. We are more like close friends, so I naturally wouldn’t want to see the Night Elves exterminated just like that.”

Rolan nodded slightly and did not probe further.

Michael looked at Mag, and solemnly said, “Mr. Mag, Chaos City was built for peace. Although it’s called Chaos City, it’s actually a city of peace. We wish to see a peaceful Norland Continent. Our vision aligns with yours. The plan that you mentioned just now has given us a lot of insights, and has also provided us with a possible way to change the world, so I hope that you can join us. Even if it’s not by taking up a role in the city lord’s castle, you could also join us as a senior consultant. Are you willing to do so?”

“A senior consultant?” Mag was hesitant. “What do I need to do for this role? What are the responsibilities?”

Michael said, “If you’re agreeable, we will give you first-hand news, and you will be able to join our meetings to draft our plans at the same time. You have to keep all the information you receive top-secret and promise to be loyal to Chaos City.”

Mag thought with a frown. If that was the case, it would solve his problem of having no source of information, and he would not need to spend a large amount of money to buy completely unreliable news.

Besides, ever since he found Scheer, Mag had already decided to form an alliance with the Buffett Bank to make some changes in Chaos City. As an owner of a restaurant, all he could do was secretly send some food to the Night Elves.

“Since that’s the case, I am willing to be a consultant,” Mag said with a nod.

“For your safety, only the three of us will know your identity. We will send someone to your restaurant to pass you the daily intelligence. If we need to have a meeting, someone will go over to invite you,” Michael said.

“I want to get a more holistic understanding of the different tribes’ situations. I wonder if you can give me some detailed information; best if it can be detailed to the point that there is information about the relationships between the higher-ups of each tribe.” Mag was ready to go through the different relationships within each tribe. As the saying went, “Know thyself, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories.”

“I’ll send someone to pass you the information tonight.” Michael nodded.

…

Mag took a normal horse-drawn carriage and left the city lord’s castle.

“Rolan, do you find Boss Mag a little like him?” Michael asked Rolan in the secret chamber.

“His silhouette and eyes are a little similar, but their speech patterns and their gaze are completely different. I can be very certain that they are two different people.” Rolan shook his head.

“Although Alex returned and proved to be still in his prime on that rainy night in Rodu, he still wore a mask, and no one has actually seen what he looks like. Besides, he has expressed his closeness with Chaos City, but he never interacted with us. Maybe he really changed a lot after what happened back then?” Novan asked.

“I just scanned his body with my spiritual power. Although it’s much stronger than normal people’s, I reckon it’s because he had been doing a lot of manual work in the kitchen every day. There’s nothing special about him. His hands are also smooth. They don’t have calluses that you get from using a sword.” Rolan shook his head.

“These points are actually not important at all. Do you all actually think that after disappearing for three years, Alex could become a genius chef? You all know what the food he makes tastes like. He’s a talent that even King Andre wants to fight for,” Michael said with a smile.

Rolan and Novan nodded when they heard that. Culinary art is like swordsmanship. It’s not something that one could master in a day or two. Being able to have such culinary skills at his young age, Mag must have spent a long time working on it.

“Boss Mag’s plan is already very well thought-out. However, the situation is constantly changing, and most parts of the plan cannot be used anymore. We still need to spend some time editing it. However, just as he said, if we were to secretly interfere with the Wind Forest’s attack on the Night Elves, we would be able to see the effects we want quickly, and that is also the easiest thing to do right now…”

…

Mag did not go straight home after leaving the city lord’s castle. Instead, he got off the horse-drawn carriage halfway, and walked to the Burning Legion’s base.

“Chief Sargeras, this is the payment for this mission.” Mag passed Sargeras a banknote. The Burning Legion did not disappoint him, and they did send Firis and the food safely over, buying precious time for the Night Elves.

Besides, according to Sargeras, although the Night Elves were surrounded and left stranded, it seemed like they could still cope on their own for the time being.

Sargeras received the banknote. Everyone from the Burning Legion was smiling happily. This was equivalent to 1,000 roujiamos, and it would be enough for them to eat for a while. This escort mission might’ve been tough, but it was very worth it.

“Boss Mag, if you have anything you need our help with, feel free to call us,” Sargeras said with a pat on his chest as he kept the banknote.

“The Burning Legion provides quality service. I don’t want to look for someone else,” Mag said with a smile. There would be more occasions for their help in time to come.

He liked to transact with people who were straightforward and efficient. The Burning Legion fitted the standard perfectly.

After leaving the Burning Legion’s courtyard, Mag walked into a little alley, and suddenly, a little silhouette rushed into his embrace.

The strong momentum made Mag take a couple of steps back, but at the instant when they had physical contact, he subconsciously lifted his hands and seemed to have placed them where he should not. That softness and astounding curve…