Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“First of all, I’m not your friend, and secondly, I’ll never work with you,” replied Urien firmly. He walked on, but then stopped suddenly. “Fine, just this one time.”
“Additionally, we’ll have to ask Novan to help us. His space magic is the most powerful,” Krassu said, catching up with him. Now, they were walking side by side.
Other magic casters’ jaws would drop if they saw this.
“Do you think they can do it, Father?” Amy asked.
“Don’t worry. They are the two most powerful magic casters,” Mag said as he watched them walk into Urien’s shop. Even he had become a little expectant.
“Mobai’s forge is not open today?” Mag muttered. “No wonder I didn’t see him.”
The crowd outside was gone, but not the gossip about Mag’s restaurant. The stories might differ from one another, but the theme was the same: never look for trouble in Mamy Restaurant.
“These are some great quality tables and chairs, Boss. Not even one has been damaged. Only the door is gone. Do you want me to find a carpenter for you?” Yabemiya asked.
By then, Sally had cleaned up the whole restaurant.
“No, that won’t be necessary. You and Aisha can go home now. Come back tomorrow at 7 am. Sorry you had to witness that.”
“It’s all right. You caught the bad guys. You and Amy just did what you had to do. I wish I were strong,” said Yabemiya.
“But you’re strong, Miya,” Sally said, “and nimble. If you start practicing swordplay now, I’m sure you’ll be pretty good in a half year or so.”
“Really?” Yabemiya asked, excited.
Skinny as she might be, she was strong enough to wield a heavy sword, and she could become even stronger when her tail came out.
Sally nodded. “Yes.”
“But no one would teach me even if I wanted to learn, and I like to work here. If I had to choose between learning swordplay and working here, I would surely pick the latter.”
“I would do the same if I were you,” said Sally.
Mag was very happy to hear that.
Yabemiya glanced around to make sure everything was in place and tidy. Then, she and Sally waved goodbye to Mag and Amy.
Amy waved back. “Bye, Sister Miya, Sister Aisha. We’ll dance ‘spring is here’ tomorrow!”
Mag watched them leave, and then looked at Ugly Duckling that was staring at him with a sad face. “Are you hungry?”
“Meow, meow,” it responded excitedly.
“I think it has had enough to eat,” Amy said in a sleepy voice.
“Meow!” Ugly Duckling shook its head vigorously.
“Give it a couple more dried fish, Amy. It needs enough food to grow.”
“Okay, Father, but it has to run five more laps tonight.”
“Meow,” the kitten cried, dropping to the ground in dismay.
Mag fed the kitten, took them upstairs, and put them to bed.
He went back downstairs and walked out to make sure no one was around. “You can install the door now, system.”
“Installation fee: 1 gold coin.”
Mag lifted an eyebrow. “Installation fee?! Are you seriously stooping so low as to charge installation fee?”
After a little haggling and bargaining, he managed to get the system to install the door for 10 copper coins.
When Mag was about to lock the door after checking it, two men in red vests appeared.
“Good afternoon,” one of them said. “We’re with the Aden Square Catering Association. This month’s food competition is starting soon. Do you want to sign up?”
