I Want To Protect My Father

Sargeras' shoulders shook wildly in his effort to hold back his laughter. He covered his mouth to smother his voice, but still a snort of amusement came bursting out through his nose without his permission.

He might have guffawed if he hadn't known better.

The customers nearby glanced at the demon who was easily amused and had terrifying laughter, and changed their seats to stay away from Sargeras—even if they had to share a table with strangers.

Despite his thick hide, Krassu gave a dry smile in abashment as he felt the stares. When he was about to say something to put an end to this awkward moment, Mag put a plate of fried rice before him. "Your Yangzhou fried rice," he said, smiling.

Krassu's eyes lit up immediately when he saw Mag. "Mag, how did you conjure up such an interesting little elf?" he asked. He was using Mag to shift their uncomfortable gaze. Besides, he was indeed very curious about this toy.