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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
Not enough ratings
2489 Chs

My Fireball Might Make You Kick The Bucket

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Krassu and Amy's conversation once more caught others' attention.

Some customers had seen Amy use her magic on Sargeras. Even a lava demon was almost burnt by that little fireball, and now the old man will just sit there and won't move? Maybe he shouldn't let his guard down like that.

"Do you see the small purplish gold staff on his robe? If I remember right, only those who serve the Roth Empire have that on their robes," said a middle-aged human male, who was dressed like a businessman, in shock. He was staring at the old man's left shoulder, on which a pinky-sized staff in purplish gold was embroidered.

"Yes. This old magic caster serves the empire?" said his dinner companion, a little surprised as he gazed at the emblem. It was the highest honor for a human magic caster. No one dared to impersonate one.