Amy looked at Mag anxiously, how could her father say such a thing? What if sister Irina was unhappy.
There was a bit of amusement in Irina's eyes, and there was a hint of danger behind her smile.
Mag felt a trace of cold breath coming towards him. He wanted to give himself a big mouth, but jumped into such an obvious pit. He forced a smile and said: "No, I am not dissatisfied with the princess. Her Royal Highness has a distinguished status." , but treat Amy so well, I am naturally very happy. What I am dissatisfied with is that I have to let Her Royal Highness the Princess work hard to hold Amy, while I, a grown man, hold an ugly duckling. "
"Is this really true?" Irina looked into Mag's eyes.
"Of course." Mag nodded firmly, his eyes firm and unwavering.
"Alex would never lie to me. Although I feel like he has changed a bit, he probably still won't lie to me." Irina withdrew her gaze and walked toward the entrance of the alley with Amy in her arms. " Eat, I’m hungry.”
"Huh..." Mag breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had taken his feet back from the door of death.
"Come on, Father!" Amy said silently to Mag, holding her little fist to encourage him.
Mag nodded, calmed down, and quickly followed up with the ugly duckling in his arms. Even if it was to create a great image of his father in front of Amy, he must not be timid!
After exiting the alley, a bustling wide street appeared in front of the three of them.
On both sides of the street are two- and three-story European-style buildings, with gray-yellow as the main color, domed stone columns, and simple lines. Restaurants are located on both sides of the street.
There are also small stalls along the street, where chefs from all over the world show off their skills, and the bustling crowds pass through the stalls and restaurants, making it very lively.
There are all kinds of delicious smells in the air, like a river of delicious food.
"It's no weaker than a modern commercial food street." Mag looked at the bustling crowd and couldn't help but admire in his heart.
However, there are obvious differences between the customers who hang out at street stalls and those who visit restaurants with high-end decorations.
The customers at the street stalls were obviously much shabbier in their attire. Most of them looked like ordinary civilians, with few people wearing gorgeous clothes.
Most of the guests entering and leaving the restaurant were dressed in gorgeous clothes and were transported by horse-drawn carriages. They could be described as distinct from one another.
The positioning of a restaurant determines the customer base. Mag doesn't have much resentment or cynicism about this. After all, the threshold for eating at Maimi's restaurant is definitely higher than that of restaurants on the street.
However, almost the entire street was like this, and there was even a restaurant door with a sign prohibiting civilians from entering, which still made him frown.
The political system of the Los Empire is similar to that of England in the Middle Ages. However, after the establishment of the Los Empire, the king of the Los Empire implemented a centralized policy. The nobles had the right to use the territory but did not own it. This was similar to the Sui and Tang Dynasties in China. national system.
This approach gave the king a high degree of centralization of power, the power to coordinate the entire empire, and the ability to ensure that his policies and orders were perfectly executed.
However, the problems of the feudal system are almost the same. Although the nobles do not have ownership of fiefdoms, they are still the upper class of the Los Empire and have many privileges. There is no equality at all with the common people.
The blatant prohibition of civilians at the entrance of the restaurant was just a corner of this feudal empire. In the eyes of those nobles, civilians were just inferior beings who could be robbed of life or death.
"Such a sign should be torn off and pasted on the boss's face to relieve people's anger." Mag looked at the conspicuous notice posted at the door of a restaurant called Cary's Barbeque Restaurant and clenched his fist.
Compared to this city, he really still prefers the city of chaos, at least it makes people feel the hope of equality.
"What to eat?" Irina looked at Mag and asked casually.
"I think..." Mag withdrew his gaze and looked around seriously.
"This is the barbecue restaurant." Irina hugged Amy and walked towards the barbecue restaurant next to her.
"..." Mag looked at Irina's back. This woman didn't need his answer at all. He took two quick steps to catch up. He pointed at the notice hanging on the door and shrugged: "I am a commoner, not a noble. .”
"Although I also hate the title of noble, as long as you stand beside me, you are very noble." Irina stopped and looked at Mag.
"This feeling of being taken care of... is really good!" Mag raised his eyebrows and his eyes gradually widened.
Trying to restrain his urge to eat soft food, Mag shook his head firmly, "I don't want to be a noble, but my restaurant should be more expensive than theirs, but I never restrict who can come to eat."
"Stab it."
Irina stared at Mag for a while, then reached out and pulled off the notice on the door and threw it aside, "Is it okay now?"
"I'm a little panicked by this love..." Mag glanced at the notice on the ground, and then looked at Irina, who looked magnanimous, and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Irina's act of tearing down the notice on the door of Kerry's Barbecue Restaurant suddenly attracted the attention of many people.
The beautiful and holy Irina is stunning, and the little half-elf girl in her arms is cute and cute, just like a pair of beauties, standing there, making people unable to take their eyes away.
Then everyone followed the gazes of Irina and the little half-elf girl and looked at Mag, who was standing aside holding the ugly duckling. Their gazes suddenly became a little weird.
"At first glance, he looks like a pretty boy who got lucky. A grown man is actually holding a kitten!"
"That's it, look how cute that little girl is. If he hadn't found a beautiful wife, would he have been able to give birth to her?"
"Yes, what a beautiful flower, stuck in cow dung!"
Hearing those sour words, Mag felt inexplicably refreshed, just like watching those anti-fans on his Weibo in his previous life: 'If I didn't have a good father, who would you be?' ''If it weren't for your good reincarnation skills, which Internet celebrity would like you! ''If not...'
Thinking about it this way, I really miss it.
He just liked the feeling that everyone was unhappy with him, but he still had to watch from the side, feeling sour and envious.
Reincarnation is a craft, so how can you blame him.
Look at how good his skills are, he voted twice and both times he won.
Unsolvable.
"Who is so bold as to tear up the notice of my Kari Barbecue Restaurant?" At this moment, a strong voice sounded, and a tall and strong man wearing a white chef's uniform rushed out with a kitchen knife. .
