A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World-Chapter 68 - This Is Match Grandpa

Outside the restaurant, a white-haired old man who was resting under a big tree in his white magician robe suddenly lifted his head and looked in the direction of the restaurant. “What is this?” he asked himself. His deep eyes narrowed slightly. “This magic wave… An elf? No, a human. No, what is it? It’s so different.”

Krassu Aiou hesitated a moment, picked up his magic staff which was as tall as himself, and walked slowly towards the restaurant. He had been wandering in Chaos City for several days and hadn’t found anything interesting. Today might turn out to be his lucky day.

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Inside the restaurant, Sargeras took a look at the menu on the table, then at Amy who was encouraging him, and at Mag who showed no sign of giving in. He let out a sigh of helplessness. Money was indeed very important in this world.

First, he found Mag a little unreasonable, but when he thought about the delicious and powerful roujiamo he made, he considered it quite understandable for him to have some rules and temper.

Even this little girl is able to make such a terrifying fireball, so Mag is very likely a powerful magic caster. He is very inconspicuous because he is so young and nothing on him can show he is a magic caster, Sargeras thought.

Once, he had seen a white-haired old human magic caster in the capital of the Roth Empire. He possessed such great power that he had defeated a giant dragon with only a fireball. He heard later that the old man was one of the royal magic casters and was among the most powerful ones in the Roth Empire. He didn’t remember his name, though.

“Well, I won’t break your rules. I’m Sargeras, by the way. I’ll come back again,” Sargeras said as he reached out his hand.

“Sar… Sargeras?” Mag was taken by surprise. He might not have been a game junkie, but he sure had played the World of Warcraft. He paused a moment and asked, “Where is your Burning Legion?”

“What?” Sargeras asked, confused.

Looks like they just share the same name. Mag breathed a sigh of relief. He took a look at Sargeras’ hand, in which he could see lava flowing, and shook his head uneasily. “Never mind. I’m Mag. Please do come again. But shaking hands… I have to work later, so I don’t want to have to bandage my hand.”

Sargeras froze for an instant. He looked down at his hand and recalled that even human magic casters were still humans. He drew back his hand. “Well, I’ll take my leave, then.” He regulated his body temperature back to normal as he turned back. This way he wouldn’t melt the handle as he opened the door.

As he walked out, Sargeras nodded thoughtfully. “Burning Legion? Not a bad name…” Then he walked towards the exit of the Aden Square quickly.

“Father, Amy’s incredible, right?” Amy looked up at Mag, waiting for his praise.

Mag stroked her head with a smile. “Yes. Amy’s super incredible. You’ve helped a lot.” He felt he was building up a fearsome façade with Amy. He didn’t have any strong backing or strength, so for now, it was not bad for him to rely on her. It was still urgent for him to improve his strength, though.

Amy smiled merrily, contentment written all over her little face.

“I’d like two plates of the new dish, please,” one customer said politely as he raised his hand.

“I’d also like two. No hurry. Take your time,” another customer said, smiling.

Mag nodded with a smile. “Sure. Please wait a moment.” He left Amy and Ugly Duckling to themselves, and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Krassu stopped before the floor-to-ceiling window and was a little surprised when he saw Amy, who was holding a white and orange little creature in her arms. “Looks like the magic wave was from that little girl.” Then he shook his head with pity. “Such a shame. She could have been a real talent, but, sadly, she was spoiled by the collision of two bloodlines; otherwise, I would have got what I came here for. Her talent is wasted by him. A little guidance is all she needs.”

Krassu stamped his foot in anger. He wanted to leave, but he couldn’t move his feet as he gazed at Amy. He stood before the window, motionless.

Amy noticed Krassu. She walked a little closer. “Ugly Duckling, why is that white-beard grandpa standing there like a statue? Maybe he has no money, and that’s why he doesn’t dare to come in? Like the Little Match Girl? If he sells matches too, should we buy one for him?” she asked softly as she widened her eyes to look over Krassu, trying to find out whether or not he had a basket full of matches hidden under his robe.

“Meow…” replied Ugly Duckling. It was also starting to look for matches on him, though it didn’t know what matches were.

She looks pretty intelligent. She is a half-elf, but perhaps she is trainable and has potential. Maybe I should check her out, Krassu thought as he looked at the cute twin-braid Amy who was looking over him with her big bright blue eyes. Then he glanced at the busy restaurant and the opening hours on the door. He was in no hurry to walk in. He stared at Amy and Ugly Duckling through the crystal glass for half an hour.

Mag saw Krassu too when serving. Different from the grim black-robed Urien next door, this white-haired, white-bearded, and white-robed magic caster who was holding a light gray staff was more like a magic caster to him.

Amy stood there for a moment, and then sat at a window seat with her kitten. She continued to stare at Krassu. Both of them were not blinking. She didn’t stand up, except when she had to collect money; other than that, her eyes didn’t even move a bit.

Near 9 am, customers were falling off. He had already sold out all the 64 roujiamos by eight-thirty. Those who didn’t get to eat asked Mag to make more next time.

Mag felt a little sorry himself. He also wanted to make more and earn more money. It seemed he had to be more efficient from tomorrow.

When there were only three customers left in the restaurant, Krassu diverted his eyes from Amy and walked in.

“Welcome!” Mag said, smiling. He was the first magic caster to eat here.

Amy took a look at Krassu. “Father, this is Match Grandpa,” she said solemnly as she looked back at Mag.