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

In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant. Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools… But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day. Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango… "There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death." "Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

Whispering Jianghu · Fantasy
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2489 Chs

About Freedom

Editor: Henyee Translations

"Let's go somewhere else. I don't want anyone to overhear our conversation." Blour took a glance down at Sally before drifting down lazily from the tree that he was perched on. He then turned and made his way deeper into the square.

Sally hesitated momentarily before following behind him.

"Father, are we still not going to bed?" Amy yawned as she looked at Mag, who was standing at the restaurant's entrance.

"Coming now." Mag closed the door before picking up Amy and Ugly Duckling in his arms, and making his way upstairs.

There wasn't really anything that he could do about Sally at the moment. He simply wasn't powerful enough at present, so he could only keep a low profile and let Sally make her own decision.

"What do you want from me? If you're trying to persuade me to go back to the Wind Forest, then you can forget it. I won't go back." Sally looked on with a cold and wary expression at Blour, who had stopped in front of a patch of flowers.