Chapter 1602: Mysterious Dark Cuisine Recipe
“Huh?”
Mag was stunned. After a while, replied with a frown, “Is he here for trouble?”
“No, I heard that Sean is leading the Roth Empire’s representative team on their visit to Chaos City.” Irina shook her head.
‘”If that’s the case… I’m afraid it wouldn’t be appropriate to just get rid of him,” Mag said solemnly. “Now that the Night Elves have already settled down in Chaos City, and we’ve also come to a consensus with Chaos City, we belong to Chaos City. Therefore, we have to consider things from Chaos City’s point of view before we take any action.”
“Are you no longer that worry-free loner?” Irina frowned. Sean was also involved in that attack on that rainy night. If he hadn’t been in the military all this while, she would’ve long wanted to claim his life.
Mag looked at Irina. He knew why she wanted to kill Sean. If he had a chance, he wouldn’t mind sending that seemingly righteous first prince to his deathbed. Mag gently said, “Yeah. No one dared to touch the elves in the past, but right now, the Night Elves are like refugees floating around in a boat with no one to rely on, and the Wind Forest is just waiting for our boat to sink. If we leave Chaos City now, we will be in a position with a lot of difficulties to face. We will make those darn fellows pay the price.”
“Alright.” Irina nodded slightly. She did not refute Mag’s words.
“Oh, right. Rena’s hot pot restaurant is almost ready, and she needs to hire employees now. I’ve recommended the Night Elves to her.” Mag changed the topic to something more light-hearted.
“I can satisfy her even if she needs 20,000 Night Elves.” Irina’s lips curled up.
Mag thought for a while before saying, “She’d need about 10 in the kitchen and around 20 service staff members. However, they must all be magic casters with a skill.”
After all, the restaurant was a huge area that could hold more than 1,000 people, and was even split into different levels, including private rooms and the main hall. There was a need to allocate service staff to different areas to handle complicated dining situations.
“Mm-hm. I’ll tell the captain later. The standard of the Night Elves’ F&B department is quite low, so I am thinking of using the hot pot restaurant as a training ground for them. I’ll send a batch of them over in some time to improve their overall standards,” Irina said without thinking.
“If it’s for training… I’m afraid the Night Elves would not only have too much on their plate, but they might also even get too heaty just from eating hot pot.” Mag raised his brow. However, he did not question Irina’s decisions. At least the hiring issue for the new hot pot restaurant was settled. He had found a batch of even more reliable and capable workers for Rena.
“Michael said he wanted to see me, and asked you to come along. Do you want to go with me this afternoon?” Irina suddenly asked Mag.
“I’ve already met him and Rolan this morning. I think the two of them had already guessed my ident.i.ty, but they’re just not saying it. There are certain things that could be better said with a different ident.i.ty.” Mag shook his head. He had already decided to hide his ident.i.ty as Alex, while Michael and Rolan had chosen not to probe. However, they could delve a lot deeper into the issue of the evil G.o.d with Alex’s ident.i.ty.
“Mm-hmm. Then I’ll take a nap first. We’ll leave after you’re done.” Irina stretched lazily.
“Alright. Go take a rest.” Mag nodded with a smile and left the room.
Those customers who did not get their rum in the morning returned in the afternoon.
However, they restrained themselves more. After learning that they could not take away the drinks from Mamy Restaurant or buy them a la carte, they did not appear with their wine bottles anymore.
The ice magic caster in the morning did scare quite a few of them.
“Old Sim’s rum. Get me two gla.s.ses first. Do you have any recommended dishes to go with the drinks here? Husband and wife lung slice? Hmm. Get me one of that, even though the name sounds strange.”
“What is this beer? Get me a gla.s.s of that as well.”
“Hey, Bro! You’re here too? Here, here, here, let’s sit together and see if this rum is authentic.”
The drinkers quickly took up a few tables, and most of them were familiar faces in the circle. They usually would not come out to drink during the day, but the two words “Old Sim” were too tempting and irresistible.
“Bros, I am also a regular at Mamy Restaurant. Let me just remind you that drinking here isn’t like drinking at other places. You have to abide by the rules. Otherwise, even a 10th-tier magic caster would be chased out,” Karoo reminded them. After having the rum at Mamy Restaurant yesterday, he was a little tipsy and got dragged for seconds. In the end, he let out the news that Mamy Restaurant was selling Old Sim hand-brewed 15-year-old rum by accident.
“Are you sure? Does this shop do illegal things?” a skinny man asked softly.
“Exactly, drinking is a relaxing activity. If we had to abide by a bunch of rules, it would be so boring,” another person at the side grumbled.
“No. This is a restaurant that even the city lord would visit occasionally.” Karoo shook his head. He flipped the menu over to another page, and said, “Actually, the rules of Mamy Restaurant aren’t difficult to follow. We just need to respect each other and the staff working here. Just that. It’s just being gentlemanly.”
Everyone picked up the menu at their table, and looked at the rules listed at the back. No making loud noises, no picking on the service staff…
“It does seem like it… but it’s very difficult to speak softly after drinking.” A balding man scratched his head awkwardly.
“Hehe, isn’t this just about drinking and not boasting? As long as the rum is good, we don’t care about that,” said another person with a smile.
Spicy grilled fish, husband and wife lung slice, steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers, spicy crayfish, kebab, and other dishes were served one after another together with the rum and beer that they had ordered.
The drinkers, who were initially still unable to adapt to the rules, quickly immersed themselves in the joy of good food and wine. They had completely forgotten about boasting.
The spicy and refres.h.i.+ng dishes went very well with the alcohol. Everyone took a bite after another, and had no time at all to talk about anything else.
The rum was also a pleasant surprise to all of them. Such rich and sweet rum was difficult to find in Chaos City.
Those who had had Old Sim’s rum before were even more elated, for they could be 100 percent sure that this rum was made by Old Sim, and it was even better than the three-year-old brew that they’d had before.
“This owner is such a saint! It’s a 15-year-old rum, and made personally by Old Master Sim! He’s actually only selling a gla.s.s for 1000 copper coins? This is so touching!” a tipsy customer said while wiping his tears.
“Ding! ‘Good Person Card’ +1!”
A notification sounded in Mag’s head.
“Successfully collected seven ‘Good Person Cards’. You may summon a… mysterious dark cuisine recipe. Do you wish to proceed with the exchange?”