Chapter 1271 - Her Man Is A Super Powerful Knight
A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World
âBoss, may I suggest you change the seat of this white-head eagle? This is too impractical,â Mag said smilingly as he took the deposit back.
âIt might be impractical for others, but isnât it just nice for you and your wife?â The beastmaster glanced at Babla as he chuckled. In fact, he was calling Mag an animal in his heart because he had married such a young wife.
Babla blushed, and if Mag hadnât gestured to her to remain calm, she would have send this annoying fellow and his stupid bird flying with a kick.
âYour words are rather reasonable. I will look for you again when I need to go on a trip in the future,â Mag said smilingly as he tugged on Bablaâs clothes and walked toward Chaos City. Everything had gone smoothly today, and he even killed Borg, that old bugger, so he was in a good mood.
The siege of the Night Elves was removed, and the elves had lost their power to fight for territories in the Norland Continent at the same time, so they had also contributed a little to the worldâs peace.
Furthermore, he had a new reward from the Systemâa flying restaurant, and its speed wasnât 130 km/h, but Mach 5.
This speed was way above the speed limit of the worldâs best fighter jets. Thus, Mag couldnât help but wonder what this flying fortress looked like.
According to the System, the flying restaurant was a separate existence, and wasnât an improvement of the original restaurant. Currently, the System was managing it on his behalf, and he could ask for its release whenever he was ready.
This is a fantastic tool for going out on a vacation,
Mag thought, and he already began to plan for his next holiday. Perhaps he could bring the restaurantâs staff and his good friends to the beach in the south to enjoy the sun and breeze. Then, they could have a seaside barbeque.
âHost, this flying restaurant is an important venue for the Hostâs growth and also an amazing machine for setting up a restaurant rapidly in a foreign land. Please donât deem it a simple flying machine, as this is a serious insult to the flying restaurant!â the System warned severely.
âMamy Restaurant is doing fine, so why would I go to some other place to set up a restaurant? Isnât this attending to trifles to the neglect of essentials? The process of getting popular wouldnât help improve my culinary skills apart from earning less money.â Mag pursed his lips, totally disagreeing with the System.
âThe God of Cookery wouldnât be trapped in one place and restrict his experience. Only after cooking thousands of dishes and traveling thousands of kilometers can one truly be the God of Cookery. I hope the Host could understand this,â the System said from the bottom of its heart.
âOkay. Just say it. When are we leaving?â Mag cocked his eyebrow. He knew things werenât that simple after listening to the Systemâs nonsense. He most likely gotta go to some places.
Moreover, the black fog that the System had mentioned earlier also made him a little concerned.
The death aura on Borg was obviously not right. If it werenât for the support of Irinaâs Holy Light, he might not have killed that huge black tiger and then struck down Borg.
An aura that didnât belong in this world but was corroding the existence of all lifeforms. To this world, its influence was far more than affecting the System in cooking.
âThis System will continue to monitor the black fog. If the physical method cannot control it effectively, the Host would need to go to the farms and pastures personally to remove the black fog. You would have to leave a week from now for an unknown period of time. It would depend on how efficient the Host is at removing it,â the System answered.
âHey, I should be considered as working for you If I am removing the black fog on your behalf. How much salary should I be paid?â Mag asked with raised eyebrows.
âHost, you are wrong to say that! How could this be considered as working for me? This is a job that is done to maintain the ingredient supply chains for Mamy Restaurant, and not done for this System.â
âI donât care. We will calculate by its volume when we meet up with the black fog. You will pay me one copper coin for every cubic centimeter I clear. This price is already very fair, right? After all, it is black fog that even such a great and formidable system like you couldnât resolve.â
âSpeaking of it, this sounds quite right. That black fog is indeed very stubborn, and its drug resistance is getting stronger and stronger. Even this System with knowledge that goes back all the way to 500,000,000 years ago couldnât eradicate it completelyâ¦â the System murmured, appearing to be a little convinced.
âThen, letâs agree on it.â Mag turned into a small alley at the side, and removed the beard and the loose robe on him.
Babla followed suit and removed her veil and cape too. She stuffed them into the bag that Mag passed over, and went back to her normal dressing.
Babla followed Mag out of the alley, and hastened her steps to walk next to him as she curiously asked, âDo you know the leader of the Night Elves, that super beautiful princess?â
âShe came to eat at the restaurant before.â Mag nodded.
Bablaâs eyes lit up, and she expectantly said, âThen would she come to Mamy Restaurant today? Firis and Shirley both came back today, and she seemed to have a great relationship with them.â
âI am not sure about that. You seem to want her to come?â Mag cocked his eyebrow and looked at Babla rather surprisingly. Ah Zi had already gone to fetch Irina, so of course she was coming to the restaurant today, but she most probably wouldnât come during the day.
âOf course, I super like her!â Babla nodded immediately with little stars of admiration in her eyes.
âDonât tell meâ¦â An alerted look appeared in Magâs eyes, and he hesitantly said, âDid Camilla do anything to you along the way?â
âShe just flew while holding my collar. She almost froze me to death.â Babla rolled her eyes before excitedly saying, âYou didnât see it, that princess was so cool. She is just like a queen, and everyone just wants to submit to her.â
âMaybe she is.â Mag nodded slightly with a smile on his lips. It felt rather gratifying to hear others praise his wife.
âYou can give up hoping for anything more. Her man is a super powerful knight who came to rescue her on a super cool purple-striped griffin. Although I couldnât see his face, he should be a very strapping man.â Babla placed her hands on her chest as if she was still mesmerized by the scene in which that knight extended his hand to Irina. Then, she lifted her head and looked at Mag before sighing. âYou simply cannot compare with him.â
âYes. I simply canât.â Mag nodded thoughtfullyâhe indeed couldnât compare with himself.
However, Irina was indeed very charismatic. She turned the usually proud Babla into a fan girl, which was cute.
Babla glanced at Mag, feeling that she might have been too harsh with her words. Clearing her throat, she said, âI am only saying that you cannot compare with him, but compared to other normal men, you are still okay.â
After all that, Babla added, âOf course, I want to reiterate, this doesnât mean that I like you.â
âYes. I donât like children, either.â Mag patted Bablaâs shoulder lightly before laughing loudly as he walked away.
âHuh!? I am not a child! I am already a woman!â Babla stomped her feet angrily as she glared at Magâs back. She lowered her eyes to look at her bosom, and mumbled, âThey are obviously big enough!â