Chapter 1128: I Will Pa.s.s This To Her Highness
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Then, I will have to trouble the Burning Legion for this journey,” Mag said to Sargeras with grat.i.tude.
Ever since Firis said she wanted to go to Irina, he had started to prepare. Because his power had not returned to his peak, he couldn’t give too much direct support. Hence, he could only provide support in other ways, such as preparing the food needed and engaging the Burning Legion to escort them.
From what he knew about Irina, she definitely wouldn’t think about the problem of food before she began the revolution. Facing the crazily intense siege from the Wind Forest now, obtaining food had to be a very difficult task.
I didn’t expect Mr. Mag to have prepared so much for me. This is so touching… Firis looked at the numerous wagons parked in the backyard and felt very touched. She looked at Mag with reddened eyes again.
After discussing with Sargeras, Mag turned and walked to Firis. He took out a booklet wrapped with kraft paper and pa.s.sed it to her.
“This is?” Firis received the booklet with a rapidly beating heart. Maybe Mr. Mag had something to tell her? If so…
“Firis—”
“I’m willing…” Firis burst out, and then realized that she had jumped the gun. Her face blushed instantly.
“Willing?” Mag raised his eyebrows. He had no idea what this la.s.s was talking about, and why did she blush? He continued, “Firis, this is a book on the art of war that I have chanced upon. I think it’s quite well-written, you can pa.s.s it to your princess. Maybe it will give her some help.”
“P-pa.s.s this to the princess?” Firis was stunned. So, this wasn’t a gift that Mr. Mag had prepared for her, and she just…
Firis was slightly disappointed, and she blushed even harder. She nodded. “O-okay, I will pa.s.s this to Her Highness.”
“War is perilous. Please be very careful. This knife can be considered as my gift to you. There will always be a place for you in the restaurant. Come back when the war is over.” Mag took out a chinese cleaver from the pouch at his waist and gave it to Firis.
“This is Boss’s personal cleaver,” Firis said in a surprise as she received the cleaver with both her hands. It had the familiar proportions and weight.
Smiling, Mag said, “Now it’s yours.”
“Thank you, Boss.” A smile appeared on Firis’s face.
“Goodbye,” Mag said to Firis with a smile as he saw that the unicorns were already strapped to the wagons and the Burning Legion was looking at them.
“Goodbye, Boss.” Firis waved goodbye to Mag too. Then, she turned and ran toward the wagons and hopped onto one.
Mag watched the long convoy depart slowly from the entrance. He stood at the empty alley for a while before leaving on his bicycle.
One could only wonder how to win this war of great strength disparity.
He, too, had to advance his power rapidly. Otherwise, it wouldn’t matter how many backup plans he had.
When Mag reached the Aden Square’s cleaning department on his bicycle, they were about to disperse after the morning meeting.
Mag knocked. All the 30-odd elderly cleaners and the young man in his thirties in the front all looked over at him, standing at the entrance.
“Excuse me for interrupting. I am the boss of Mamy Restaurant, Mag. I have something to discuss with everyone. May I come in?” Mag asked with a smile.
“Oh, it’s that kind gentleman.” The old lady’s eyes lit up, and she poked Old Jack, who was snoozing next to her.
“Mr. Mag.” Old Jack opened his eyes in a befuddlement, and they lit up too. He waved to Mag smilingly, and then said to the young man sitting at the front, “Mr. Sidka, this is the kind gentleman that I told you about earlier.”
“Old Jack, is he the kind gentleman who bought you breakfast this morning?”
“You said he wants to prepare a hot breakfast for us?”
“Is it really the Mamy Restaurant? I heard that restaurant is very expensive.”
The cleaners all began to discuss softly and gazed at Mag in amazement. This was the first time that something like that had ever happened. If they could have a hot breakfast every morning, it would be so blissful.
Sidka stood up with a smile on his squarish face after hearing that, and said to Mag, “Please come in, Mr. Mag. Old Jack has told me about you, and you really came.”
Mamy Restaurant was very famous now, so he naturally had heard of it. The cleaning department belonged to the city lord’s castle. Although he was in charge of the area of Aden Square with 30-odd cleaners working under him, he was still an ordinary employee.
The cleaning department usually recruited old people who couldn’t do menial tasks, and had no other forms of support. Their work efficiency was very low, and their wages could only sustain their basic needs. However, this was already a huge part of the city lord’s castle’s fiscal expenditure, so they were not able to further improve the cleaners’ working conditions.
Hence, even though he knew these old folks were having a hard time, especially on the winter mornings when they had to work in the cold and ate frozen food, with some of them even pa.s.sing away, he couldn’t do anything as a normal wage worker with a family to provide for.
Therefore, he was pleasantly surprised when he heard someone was willing to provide breakfast for the cleaners. He was even more astonished that this person was the boss of Mamy Restaurant.
Recently, there were a lot of rumors about Mamy Restaurant going around in the city lord’s castle. The servers there were all top beauties, the city lord was a regular customer, and the important meeting of the three races was held there. He also heard that a prisoner who had escaped from the Bastie Prison yesterday had gone straight to the Mamy Restaurant.
Every single rumor was shocking, let alone when they were all about the same restaurant.
“How do you do, Mr. Sidka, h.e.l.lo, everyone.” Mag went in with a smile. It seemed like the two old folks had been promoting him.
“It’s like this. I see that everyone has to start their cleaning job so early every single morning, and the weather is getting so cold, so I want to provide some breakfast for you. It may not be a fancy feast, but I hope it can bring you some warmth,” Mag said, straight to the point.
“This is great. This is such good news.”
“Yes. Mr. Mag is such a wonderful person.”
“We don’t have to eat breakfast that resembles an ice-cube anymore.”
A round of enthusiastic applause sounded as soon as Mag finished talking.
“Mr. Mag, I thank you on behalf of the Aden Square’s cleaning department,” Sidka said gratefully, grasping Mag’s hand.