A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World - Chapter 1850

Chapter 1850: Hypocritical Man

“Little Amy, is the roasted meat good?”

“Mm-hm, mm-hm. It’s good, but it can’t be better than the ones my father made. It’s still a little lacking,” Amy said with a nod as she bit into the roasted mutton ribs.

“That’s true. Boss Mag’s culinary skills are indeed invincible.” Krassu smiled as he watched Amy dotingly.

“Master, do you have something worth being happy about?” Amy asked Krassu, who had a wide smile hanging on his face, after she finished a mutton rib.

Her master’s smile had not faded since the start of the competition.

“Little Amy won eight battles in a row. Of course I would be happy.” Krassu nodded with a smile. He enjoyed all the envious looks and Richard’s black face. That was way more exhilarating than winning eight battles himself.

“In that case, should I win another eight battles tomorrow to make you happy?” Amy said as she bit into the meat.

Krassu chuckled. “Sure. But there are only five battles left tomorrow. Little Amy, if you can win all of them, you will be the winner.”

He was actually not putting much hope in Amy clinching the championship. To be able to get into the top 32 would already be a very good result for an amateur who had only been learning magic for half a year, and was only a four-year-old child on top of that. This was good enough for her name to spread wide in the world of magic casters.

Amy had yet to break through to the 7th-tier, but made use of the explosiveness and speed of close combat magic to save a lot of energy during her battles.

However, upon moving into the top 32, most of her opponents would be of the 7th-tier. On top of that, they would be wary of Amy’s close combat magic, and that would make fighting more difficult.

Of the remaining participants, a few of them were even at the peak of the 7th-tier. Their combat experience and skills were way above Amy’s, and it would be very difficult for Amy to defeat them.

“Alright, in that case, I’ll just win five matches.” Amy nodded without giving it much thought, and continued chewing on her bone.

***

“Today’s debate’s topic is: close combat magic versus long-range offensive magic, which is stronger? Please start preparing your arguments. The first debater of the proponents, please get ready…”

“Today’s topic for research is: what’s the best age to learn magic?”

“Today’s discussion: how do you steal that adorable magic caster?”

The Magic Caster Tournament today had caused a huge uproar within the Magus Tower. Amy, who won eight consecutive battles, including the one against Albin, had made it into the top 32. She joined under the halo of being the only disciple of Krassu and Urien. At the age of four, Amy joined the Magic Caster Tournament, and went on a winning spree, thus becoming the hot topic of various debate societies and research associations.

Jump on the bandwagon while the topic was still hot. It had always been this way.

Of course, it would be inevitable that some weird things would also be mixed in.

“Krassu’s disciple is really a one-in-a-million talent. This Magic Caster Tournament would probably become her personal showcase.” Richard tapped on the stone table gently, and his expression became grave.

Brent sat at the side, looking down. He peeked at Richard, and did not dare to make a sound.

“Master, if I get to duel with her tomorrow, I will definitely eliminate her in a sorry way so that both she and her master will be utterly embarrassed,” a tall and skinny youth, who was standing at the side, said.

“If you win against her, that will just be something that everyone expects. If you lose, the ones who will be utterly embarrassed will be you and I.” Richard glanced at him.

“Yes.” The youth turned serious.

***

The royal palace, in the star observatory center.

“What do you think of Krassu’s disciple?” Andre asked calmly as he stood by the window.

“She must be a rare talent for Krassu and Urien to bury their hatchet to take her in as their disciple together. Judging from her battles today, her close combat techniques are more refined and done better than those of Krassu himself. On top of that, she has a very strong talent in seizing opportunities during close combat.

“She learned both fire and ice magic, and fused them into a new combat style. Your humble courtier had never heard of such talents and capabilities. With time to come, she will definitely be the best powerhouse across the entire Norland Continent,” an old courtier answered respectfully behind Andre.

Andre’s eyes lit up upon hearing that. After a while, he sighed, and said, “It’s a pity Krassu is on bad terms with Richard, and has already left the Magus Tower. On top of that, we’ve never even interacted with Urien. I’m afraid it would not be easy to let their disciple come to the Roth Empire to be used by me.”

“Your Majesty, do you still remember that chef from Chaos City whom you’ve awarded during your birthday feast?” the courtier asked.

“Yes.” Andre nodded. Ever since Vanessa returned, she would always talk about Chaos City, mostly about Mamy Restaurant and that chef.

“Krassu’s disciple is his daughter. If Your Majesty could invite him to the Roth Empire, and award him with a high rank, that would bring one more strong powerhouse to the Roth Empire in the future,” the old courtier said.

“But when I wanted to make him the manager of the royal kitchen back then, he refused to accept it. With such a personality, it would be very difficult to invite him over to Rodu.” Andre frowned.

“Your Majesty, the manager of the royal kitchen is ultimately a title without real power. It also did not hold a high rank. On top of that, there would be a lot of work to do in the palace, and that might be why he did not like it. If you could make him a viscount and bestow him some land so that he becomes a nobleman, that might be difficult to reject,” the old courtier replied.

“That’s a good plan.” Andre’s eyes lit up. He turned back and looked at the old courtier. “Draft out my orders. I want to make him a viscount, so ask him to come over to Rodu to accept his reward before going to his land.”

***

When the restaurant closed for the night, Mag was not eager to make everyone leave. Instead, he assigned everyone with their tasks for the Delicacy Extravaganza for the next day.

As it was a promotional event for the octopus tentacles, the most important thing for tomorrow would be how to attract the crowd in a short day.

“We will not be having seats tomorrow, so all of you need not serve the dishes and wash the plates. I will just need two people to help me with packing and collecting the money. The rest will be in charge of selling the octopus tentacles. For the small octopus tentacles, each person will be limited to 500 grams. For the large octopus tentacles, each person will be limited to two large octopus tentacles, and for the mega-sized octopus tentacles, each person will be limited to only one octopus tentacle.” Mag looked at everyone, who had a notebook with them as they listened intently. He said, “We are not earning money with the octopus tentacles tomorrow. We’re just allowing the customers to try the food so that we can attract crowds for the seafood shop.”

Although they could not really understand why Mag suddenly opened a seafood shop, everyone still nodded.

“The motive for setting up Mamy Restaurant was not actually to earn money.” Mag smiled as he looked at everyone. “Actually, I am not interested in money. I just want more people to try delicious food and feel that the world is a beautiful place.

“However, alone, my power is limited. Therefore, I will publicly disclose the recipe so that everyone can learn how to make octopus tentacles into a delicious dish, and make them appear on more dining tables. I want it to be a home-cooked food that most people can afford, and this was why I opened the seafood shop.”

All the ladies looked at Mag slightly differently again.

He was exuding the glow of idealism.

***

Hypocritical man…

A small line of words flashed past Mag’s mind quickly.