Mobai clenched his fist as he looked up at the dragon, anger in his eyes. Then, he realized quickly that it was not a real dragon. He lowered his gaze from the sky, and was a little surprised to find Urien standing there.
He had been living here for decades. He was well aware that Urien had moved here over 10 years ago. He had bought middle-grade recovery potions from him, and they knew each other, although they didn’t talk much.
However, he had assumed Urien to be a 5th-tier magic caster at best because his potions were cheap, but not very effective.
Plainly, he had underestimated him. He didn’t stand a chance against this Frost Dragon. He’s at least a 9th-tier magic caster.
He clenched his fist harder. How can I kill that red dragon if I can’t even beat a magic one? I have to work harder on my bomb. He turned to look at Mag and Amy, and didn’t know why Urien and Krassu were fighting.Not far from the crowd, Sargeras had been walking towards the restaurant with two lava demons. He stopped suddenly, and looked in the direction of the restaurant.
“What’s wrong, Boss?” one of the two demons asked Sargeras. He was tall and lean.
“You haven’t forgotten what to do when we reach the restaurant, I hope? Do not make waves,” Sargeras said without turning his head.
“Didn’t you say it’s owned by a human?” the short, fat demon asked. “What’s so frightening about humans? They fear us. We can do whatever we want in his restaurant.” He laughed, and didn’t take Sargeras’ words to heart.
Sargeras hit his head lightly with his fist. “Stupid,” he said, smiling. “See what that is? The innkeeper’s little girl’s fireball will burn you to ashes.”
The short demon sidestepped, covering his sore head. He looked and saw it. His eyes went wide immediately. He jumped behind Sargeras, terrified. “Is that a dragon? How come it is here?”
“Is the restaurant protected by this dragon?” the tall one asked, alarmed but curious. He moved closer to Sargeras.“It’s clearly not a real dragon. But, the restaurant is protected by a magic caster much more powerful than a dragon, so even I can’t save you if you cause any trouble,” Sargeras warned, gazing at Krassu with fear from afar.
He had been in awe of the old man even since he’d seen him beat a dragon with his staff outside of Rodu. He had heard about Mag Alex’s valiancy, but he had seen Krassu’s power with his own eyes.
The other two demons took a look at Krassu. “You mean that white-bearded magic caster?” Then they looked up at the dragon. “I think he’ll be eaten by the dragon.”
Sargeras curled his upper lip. “I don’t think so.”
…
“It’s snowing over there! And there is a white dragon in the sky!”
“I see it too. Is it looking for trouble? Isn’t that the restaurant that’s very busy these days?”
“Yes. They only have two dishes, and the cheaper one is 300 copper coins. These fools are lining up in the early morning, gladly offering money to that innkeeper.”
“I hope that dragon tears that restaurant apart. My restaurant’s earnings have decreased a lot. I saw some of my regulars lining up at that door yesterday.”
“Come on. Let’s go and see what’s happening. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a dragon!”
Some people in the Aden Square noticed the snow and the dragon, and started talking. Many restaurateurs talked of Mag in a jealous tone. The dragon had attracted a lot of attention because dragons were a rare sight even in Chaos City. They always turned into humans before entering the city.
…
On the other side of the square, a middle-aged man in a neat gray outfit screwed up his face as he looked in the direction of Mamy Restaurant. “Two magic casters are fighting!” he said to a young man in the same outfit. “They’re both above the 8th-tier! Level 5 incident! Report to the temple! You two, come with me. We’ll evacuate the crowd, and try to avoid or minimize casualties!” Then, he ran towards the restaurant.
“Yes!” the young man replied, and ran for a few steps before he spied a wealthy man in fancy clothes on a horse. He pulled him off his horse, tossed him his badge, and swung into the saddle, saying, “On Gray Temple duty, I need your horse. Come to the Gray Temple for your horse later with that badge.”
The fancy man was taken aback. Since when do Gray Temple people commandeer horses? He had planned to show off his newly bought horse. He took a look at the badge in his hand, cursed, and walked towards the Gray Temple.
…
“Tofu pudding is our new dish, but we haven’t started selling it yet. Those two magic casters had business with me, so we let them try the new dish. Never thought they would fight over the flavors,” Mag explained with a smile, looking at the curious crowd. He wasted no chance to advertise his tofu pudding.
The looks on the people’s faces became queer. They are fighting over the flavors of a new dish?!
The flavors of this dish must be very distinctive and tasty, Proll thought. “Mag, are you going to sell the new dish this morning?” he asked, expectant.
The others also looked at Mag, excited. This dish must be really good if it’s able to make two powerful magic casters fight over it.
