Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The wind was howling, blowing snow into everyone’s faces and onto the window of Mamy Restaurant as if trying to break it. It was so bitter that it forced the crowd to back away and seek shelter.
Amy narrowed her eyes slightly in anger. Then, some snowflakes fell onto her face. She hesitated for a moment, and licked one in the corner of her lips. Her eyes lit up immediately. “It’s cold and tasty!” she said.
Suddenly, the wind fell off, and the flames on Krassu diminished. They heard her.
Basically, the fight was over Amy. Tofu pudding was only a catalyst. The two old men were well aware that they had to get on Amy’s good side in order to make her their disciple.
They were evenly matched, so they had to go all out. As such, neither could guarantee their magic wouldn’t affect the people around them. The last thing Krassu needed was a fireball exploding near the restaurant.
They looked at each other, hesitant. For a while, neither moved.
The Aden Square was busy even in the morning. Now, hundreds of onlookers were watching. They were edging forward inch by inch to get a better view of the fight, unaware of danger.
The two old men had to be careful, or many would die.
Killing people was a serious crime in Chaos City. They might be too powerful to be caught, but it would be out of the question for them to stay here to teach Amy.
Besides, Amy was already angry as it was. Their chances of becoming her master were dwindling.
Krassu hesitated a while before pulling back his staff. He turned to Amy, and asked, “Sweet tofu pudding is the best, right, Amy?”
“No! The savory one is the best!” Urien protested in a hoarse voice as many of his magic copies broke with loud cracks.
The crowd moved aside quickly, and looked to Amy, wondering why the two powerful magic casters stopped immediately because of a little girl. They had expected to witness an epic fight.
“They’re both very good. The savory one goes great with roujiamo, and the sweet one tastes better when eating it as dessert. Why do you have to choose one flavor over the other?” Amy said as she looked at the two old men. She did not understand it.
“You like them both?!” Krassu and Urien said. They had found words to retort each other, but now, they were caught in their throats. They looked at Amy, at a loss for words.
They’re fighting with each other over a dish?! the crowd thought, surprised. Then, they saw Mamy Restaurant. Their faces lit up. Such a remarkable restaurant! It may be the prettiest restaurant in the whole square. When did it open?
What’s so special about this dish that two powerful magic casters are fighting over it? Their fight was too real to be a mere advertisement. Besides, they can’t afford to hire them to advertise their restaurant.
They found, more to their amazement, that the half-elf girl was no ordinary girl, since the two angry old men stopped fighting because of her.
Barzel froze for an instant. It’s … over? It happened so fast that he stood there with his two men, stunned. He had thought the situation might escalate, and that buildings nearby might be destroyed.
Amy looked at the two magic casters, and nodded. “Yes. Both the savory one and the sweet one are tasty. I love Father’s cooking.” Then she clenched her little fists. “Take your fight away from our restaurant! Or I’ll get angry and set you on fire! Half-beard Grandpa, I don’t want to have to call you beardless grandpa.”
Krassu covered his beard subconsciously. He had been growing it for over 30 years, but Amy had burnt part of it the other day. Now, she was threatening to burn the rest of his precious beard, so of course he was a little nervous. But, he had to smile at Amy. “Did you see how I smashed that Frost Dragon, Amy? It’s a completely new way of using magic. You will be stronger and faster than knights and even fly if you study under me.”
Urine gave a snort. “You can’t fly yourself.” Then he turned to Amy, and said, “Little girl, if you study under me, you’ll be able to summon a Frost Dragon too. You can also make it snow whenever you want, and create a lot of magic clones of yourself. Isn’t that interesting?”
The crowd’s eyes went wide. They were lost—they hadn’t thought the two powerful magic casters would be so amiable and start selling themselves.
It’s too hard a choice to make, they thought. The fight was relatively short, but they had witnessed their extraordinary power. They’re just like two very different dishes, both extremely delicious.
“Can I study under you both?” Amy asked as she blinked at them, expectant
