Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Mag noticed Vicennio. He looks awful. He was skinny in his loose clothes, pretty handsome, and had a high nose bridge, yet his pale skin and black, puffy eye bags reminded him of his friends who had been surrounded by women in his past life.
Or rather, his acquaintances. He was nothing like them.
Mag had looked down on them. They were not good enough to be his friends.
He had had friends, though not many. He had got accustomed to loneliness, and grown fond of it.
He looks really terrible. He won’t last long if he ignores his health problem.
In his head, the rapidly rising number of new customers caught his eye. He smiled in spite of himself. The fight proved to be a great advertisement for his restaurant. He could finish his mission in just a few days at this rate.
Then he could unlock the recipe for the braised chicken and rice. I think Amy will like this new dish. I’m looking forward to its special effect.
Braised Chicken and Rice was one of the three largest restaurant chains in China, so it was obviously special. He had tried some pretty authentic braised chicken and rice before in his past life.
Mag was already starting to wonder what this new dish would taste like with the great ingredients from the system and his perfect skills.
The bai ji bread in the two ovens still needed time to be baked, and no one was ordering Yangzhou fried rice right now. “Have some rest,” Mag told Yabemiya. He walked out of the kitchen, holding the last two roujiamos.
“Mag, thank you for the roujiamo. Lava demons will become your largest customers,” Sargeras said, rising happily to his feet.
Kil and Monde straightened hurriedly, their faces as grim as a tombstone. They had to stay on Mag’s good side since they couldn’t kidnap him. Besides, his roujiamo had proved helpful. Monde had also broken through his second barrier after the third roujiamo.
Mag nodded with a smile. “Thank you.” Part of him wanted Sargeras to bring more customers. The other part found their flames a little annoying. I have to work out a way with Sargeras. Perhaps they can eat outside.
He took a glance at the two demons Sargeras had brought along. The fat one looks pretty sharp, and the tall one seems rather simple.
“Oh, they’re my friends, Kil and Monde,” Sargeras said, pointing at his friends. “The Burning Legion is formed here and now!”
Mag raised an eyebrow. Kil, Monde, the Burning Legion? He gazed at the three demons, astonished. Is this a coincidence or fate?
They’re not forming this Burning Legion to earn money to eat roujiamo, I hope. The look on Mag’s face became strange, picturing them charging at their enemies, shouting, “For roujiamo!” He felt sorry for Azeroth.
The Burning Legion?! Kil’s and Monde’s eyes lit up. It was the first time they had heard this name, but it felt just right. No other name was so appropriate for them.
“Bye, Mag. We’ll come back for supper,” Sargeras said, nodding. Then, he grinned at Yabemiya, paid his check, and walked towards the door. Kil and Monde hurried after him.
“Boss, how did you come up with such a great name?” Kil asked curiously when they were outside the door.
“It’s really a great name! It has a nice ring to it!” Monde said excitedly, nodding.
Sargeras scratched his bald head. “I borrowed this name from Mag,” he admitted, smiling. “Now that we have our own group, we need a catchy phrase.”
“For the Burning Legion!” Monde said after he thought for a moment.
Kil shook his head. “It won’t be able to inspire valor.”
“Do you have a better one?” Sargeras asked Kil, though not unkindly. Kil was quite smart, unlike other lava demons. He had been Sargeras’ right-hand man, and earned his trust.
“For roujiamo!” Kil said, his eyes shining with excitement.
Sargeras’ and Monde’s faces lit up. “For roujiamo!” they echoed.
Monde nodded. “Yes! This one is better! Very inspiring!” he said, excited.
Sargeras nodded in agreement. “I like it too.” He patted Kil on his shoulder. “As expected of you, Kil. From now on, you’ll be our staff officer.”
Kil nodded with a smile. “Thank you, Boss,” he said. There’re only three of us right now, but not for long. We’ll become one of the strongest groups.
Our slogan will echo across the whole continent. And it is me who said it first.
“For roujiamo!” they said, laughing loudly.
Their laughter startled a passer-by. He cast a terrified glance at the three demons and left hurriedly.
…
In a room inside Geya Hotel, Sally was folding a quilt carefully. She smoothed the creases with her slender fingers, folded it, and picked it up gently. Then she placed it at the head of the bed, perhaps too roughly. Creases appeared again.
“I’d tear you to pieces if it wouldn’t cost me my job!” Sally said angrily, shaking her fist. Then she gave a sigh, and pulled out her purse. Inside were a few dragon coins and dozens of copper ones.
Should I have a plate of rainbow fried rice? Sally thought, staring at her money.
