439 Blood
Manager Mahler smiled at the profit bills of the restaurant when a middle-aged man with a strange badge walked inside.
He didn’t grab a seat and order but went straight to the counter.
“How can I help you?” Manager Mahler stopped calculating.
“I am Bayard, the director in the food and beverage alliance. We have investigated and want to invite you guys to join our alliance,” said Bayard proudly.
“Mr. Bayard, our restaurant has never ordered ingredients from your alliance. Let alone do something for an investigation. I’m afraid you got it wrong.”
Manager Mahler knew this alliance for quite some time. They forced members to buy ingredients from only them. There were more inventory and so-call training fees that they had to pay.
“Mr. Mark, you better inform your boss of it and send one-third of your profits each month, or else well not be sure you guys are safe,” Bayard said with a threatening tone.
“Well, our boss is an intermediate wizard. You’re looking for trouble!”
“Intermediated wizard? You think the head manager cares?”
Just as his voice faded away, there was a hand grabbing Bayard’s neck. “I’m Wizard Acheson. I just leveled up to the intermediate level. I’m, well, curious about this Welfare fellow you talk about. You mind taking me to him?”
Wizard Acheson had treated the Forgotten Land as his hometown since becoming an intermediate wizard here.
He was angry to hear someone that had no regard for wizards.
“I..I didn’t mean it!” Bayard was surprised there was a wizard here because they seldom appeared in public. He got b.u.t.terflies in his stomach and said it with a tremulous voice.
“Get away from here, or I’ll bring you trouble.” He said and took a step forward, which made Bayard run towards the door.
“Thank you very much, Wizard Acheson! This meal is on me!” Manager Mahler bowed to him.
“It doesn’t matter. Haha, thanks for your treatment!”
Manager Mahler took a deep breath. If the director of Bayard kept making trouble, he would have to call his boss Bartoli, which may make her doubt his ability to do the job.
At the house of head manager Welfare, Bayard was complaining of his happening. He described himself as a gentleman for inviting the restaurant and got knocked flat on his face by Wizard Acheson.
“Well, it seems like we have to teach them a lesson.”
“At your service!” Bayard said.
This afternoon, Manager Mahler saw there several knights with the badge of food and beverage alliance coming over. They, however, ran away while finding many wizards sat inside.
At the point, Manage Mark knew there was more to it than that, and he couldn’t deal with it.
He used the ID card.
Soon, Bartoli was back in the restaurant.
“Boss, the food and beverage alliance wants to trouble us, they….” Manager Mark told her the whole story.
“Inform me as they come.” Bartoli opened this restaurant just for earning points. She knew some unspoken rule in this industry. If their demand was moderated, she would compromise.
The next day, as Manage Mahler opened the door, there was blood covering the wall, floor, and the door.
Getting the signal from Mahler, Bartoli went out. The scene made her remember some sad memories. Her rage broke out and turned the blood to fire. Although she was angry, her ability to control fire was unparalleled. The fire could have destroyed the restaurant, yet disappeared after cleaning the blood.
This ability surprised the red-robe wizard who just transferred here for checking who broke the rule to use magic.
He knew what happened. It was a dirty trick.
“Bartoli, I’m sorry to inform you that we’ll take off 1,000 in your points as a penalty for using magic.”
“Sure, but I hope you can help me arrest the one who poured blood here.” 1000 points were not a big deal for her.
“Have you made an enemy?” The red-robe wizard was taking note.
“It must be the food and beverage alliance. I was waiting for them to talk, but they poured blood all over the restaurant!”
“The food and beverage alliance? Bartoli, take it from me. You’re better dealing with the problem privately. They have very strong supporters,” he told her with a m.u.f.fled voice.