Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The other adventurers turned to look, surprised.
They had never expected to see them alive.
“They killed the fire chicken and the boar?” said a young adventurer sitting on a carriage.
“I told you, boy, do not underestimate anyone who comes out here,” an old man said, tilting his head back to take a swallow of wine. “They are either strong or fear no death.”
Other adventurers nodded their agreement. Many of them were 3rd-or 4th-tier magic casters or knights.
Clearly, Mag didn’t have a death wish; they could tell from the fact that he had brought his daughter and cat with him. They decided he was strong, and generous too since he had given away one tusk.
Who is he? they thought. It was strange that he, a strong adventurer, looked totally strange to them.
“Why are they looking at us, Father?” asked Amy.
“Because you’re so cute,” Mag answered with a smile. He ignored their inquisitive eyes and walked towards Chaos City.
I don’t want them to find out who I really am until I’m strong enough. I’m glad that Guy saw Amy kill the boar. It’s natural for the disciple of Krassu and Urien to be that powerful, Mag thought to himself.
Monde glanced back before entering the valley. “I think I saw Mag and his daughter, Boss.”
“That’s impossible. He would never take his daughter out here. It’s too dangerous,” said Sargeras. “Let’s get into the valley.”
“But I—”
Sargeras shoved him in before he could finish.
“Are we going back home, Father?” Amy asked.
Mag nodded. “Yes. I’ll make you some braised chicken and rice for lunch.”
Amy’s eyes glistened with delight. “Braised chicken and rice? Using this chicken?”
“Yes.” It’s my prize, and I’m carrying it home, so it’s only fair I eat it. Plucking it will be a pain, though.
“System, it’s okay if I eat it, right?” Mag asked.
“It’s edible after being cooked, but it won’t taste the same as my chicken drumsticks. The experience from cooking this chicken may interfere with the experience you’ve learned. You must always use the ingredients I provide.”
“Oh yeah? Then next time you throw me a mission like this, I’ll just stay home. You can deduct my strength all you want. I’ll save enough money to buy several pretty maids to serve me. Amy and her two masters will protect me. I don’t want to become the God of Cookery.”
The system fell silent.
Mag gave a self-satisfied smile. They were still an eye-catching sight, only others were looking at them with envy this time.
“What good is money if you don’t spend it?” the system said at last. “And if this peace were to be broken, the money you’ve saved would become useless, and they might adopt a barter system.
“It’s silly to save money. Everything can change any moment.
“You said you don’t want to become the God of Cookery? You’re such an embarrassment. You’ve failed your daughter who is always looking up to you.
“Most important of all, you won’t even be able to get it up if I weaken you enough.”
“There’re other ways to reach org*sm.” Mag sighed. “You still have so much to learn, system.”
The system fell silent again.
“I’m going to eat this chicken and nothing you say will change my mind,” said Mag. “And I don’t like surprises, so you’d better stop throwing missions at me on such short notice again!”
