"The old match seller?" Mag was stunned for a moment, looking at Amy's somewhat pitiful eyes, and suddenly remembered the story he told her about the little match seller before. It seemed that she had been standing outside the window waiting for a long time. Crassus regarded him as a poor man who had no money to eat.
However, this magician does not look like a person without money. Judging from his demeanor and temperament, he is either an outsider or has been in a high position for a long time. He did not show the slightest surprise at the various furnishings in the restaurant, which shows that these things are important to him. It's nothing unusual in his eyes. The so-called vision and background can often be seen in the small details.
"Yes, look at how pitiful he is. After waiting outside the window for so long, no one has bought a match from him. How about we buy one for him?" Amy looked at Mag and nodded, feeling full again. He looked at Crassus with pity and comforted him: "Grandpa, don't worry. Although you will starve to death even if we buy a match, it is still better than that little girl who didn't even sell a match." It’s one o’clock, I should be able to die without regrets.”
Crassus was a little stunned when he heard Amy's words. The little girl seemed to have understood something wrong. She shook her head with a smile and said: "Little girl, I am actually not selling..."
"I know you must be cold and hungry. Do you want to eat roast goose?" Amy interrupted Crassus, hugged the ugly duckling and shrank back, a little wary and embarrassed: "But the ugly duckling is still a baby. Ah, you can’t eat it, you have to raise it.”
"Meow!" The ugly duckling turned his head and looked up at Amy, his eyes widened, realizing that things seemed not that simple.
"..." Crassus was confused for a moment and didn't know how to answer the question. It seemed that before he could even say anything, this little girl used a strange identity to trick him into being, and turned him into a down-and-out man with no money to eat. , the bad old man who still wants to eat roast goose? The key is what does this have to do with that little cat-like beast?
Mag looked at Amy, who was full of vigilance, and almost couldn't help laughing out loud. Seeing Crassus's face was troubled, he quickly smiled and said: "I'm sorry, Amy heard me tell a little story before, and the little girl took it seriously. "What do you want to eat? The menu is on the table. You can refer to it yourself. The cured meat buns are sold out."
"Okay." Crassus didn't think much, and sat down directly across from Amy's table. He put his magic wand as tall as a person against the glass window behind him, smiled kindly at Amy, and reached out to pick up the table. on the menu.
The purpose of his entering the restaurant was to test whether Amy had the talent to learn magic and to explore the restaurant owner's intentions. However, it was obviously a bit too abrupt to ask such a question as soon as he sat down.
Of course, he was not worried at all that someone would reject his request to become a disciple. As long as he revealed his identity, those in Nolan Continent who wanted to become his disciple could line up from the Imperial Palace all the way to the gate of the Imperial Capital.
Accepting a half-elf as an apprentice would put him under some external pressure, but after he turned one hundred and twenty years old, he no longer cared about these things. Now he just wants to find a suitable apprentice and transfer all he has learned throughout his life. Pass it on.
It doesn't matter whether it's a human, an elf, or even a half-elf Crassus. Let others say whatever they want. Is there anyone who dares to teach this old man a lesson?
This restaurant is the most comfortable restaurant he has entered in the City of Chaos these days. Of course, it is only comfortable. Compared with the palace of Los Empire, it is still far from luxurious.
The restaurant was very busy before. There were so many customers even if we opened a restaurant in such a corner. I thought it would have a relatively complete menu. But when I opened the menu, I saw that there were only two dishes on it, and the boss just said that they had cured pork. The Jia Mo has been sold out, which means that only the top dish, 'Yangzhou Fried Rice', is available.
"Boss, what is this Yangzhou fried rice?" Crassus looked up at Mag and asked. He has lived for more than 120 years and has never heard of this kind of food. Moreover, the price of 600 copper coins is not cheap. One serving is It is enough to feed an ordinary family of three for ten days.
"It's super delicious! Super delicious rainbow fried rice." Amy replied quickly, looking at Crassus a little worried and said: "Although I know you really want to eat it, we don't charge matches for payment. , only accept cash, if you eat without paying, I will set you on fire."
"Actually, I am rich." Crassus smiled gently. An old, skinny palm stretched out from the loose mage robe and lay flat on the table. There were two dragon coins in the palm.
"Eh? Then you don't sell matches?" Amy looked at the dragon coin in Crassus' palm with a little puzzlement on her face.
"I don't sell matches, but if you want, I can conjure up a match for you." Crassus snapped his fingers on the table, and a match appeared on his fingertips, about the thickness of his little finger and two fingers long. of matches.
Mag looked at this scene with some surprise. This was magic that was more advanced than magic. Creating things out of thin air was really powerful.
Compared with Amy's fireball technique, which can only cause destruction, Crassus's light-handed change of matches is more like a technical job, a feeling of integrating magic into life. He can pinch it with his hands. He secretly thought to himself, this should be very powerful. magician.
"Wow! Do you know magic?" Amy looked at the match in Crassus' hand, and her eyes lit up completely.
Crassus smiled and nodded: "I am a magician. Of course I know magic. This can only be regarded as a small trick. Really powerful magic can drive away dragons and block trolls. Do you want to learn it?"
"Huh?" Mag originally thought Crassus was ordering a meal, but he didn't expect that he would change his mind and start tricking Amy into learning magic, which made him a little wary.
Although Amy also wants to learn magic, their identities are somewhat special and cannot be revealed yet.
When Mag and Amy secretly left the Imperial Capital and came to the City of Chaos, they just didn't want to live an ignoble existence under the mocking eyes of those people.
Those people saved his life that night just to see his jokes, but later he faked a suicide scene, changed his appearance and came here to settle down. Four years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Most people should think that they are dead, but when it comes to the safety of their father and daughter, no matter how cautious it is, and Amy's magical talent is likely to be inherited from her mother, if it is a talent unique to the elven royal family, then It is even more important to find a trustworthy magician as a teacher.
"I don't want to." Amy shook her head without much thought, pointed at Mag and said proudly: "My father is also a very powerful magician. He has transformed a beautiful restaurant, and he can also make All kinds of delicious things, can you do it?"
Krassu was stunned for a moment. He really didn't know how to cook.
But when he looked up at Mag, Crassus didn't feel the slightest magic fluctuation on his body. The restaurant was also built and decorated with normal materials.
Although the ingredients used are much better than those in ordinary restaurants, they have nothing to do with magic. It seems that the boss told some lies in order to create a tall image in the mind of his daughter.
"Boss, I want a piece of Yangzhou fried rice." Crassus looked at Mag and said with a smile. Since the little girl couldn't make sense, he had to start with the boss.
