Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1532: I Thought You Don’t Want Me Anymore...

“Are you sure you’re here to learn how to brew rum?” Irina turned to look into the yard with a dangerous smile.

“Yes.” Mag nodded with conviction. He came to look for an old male brewer in the middle of the night. Apart from learning how to brew alcohol, what else could he do?

“Very good. Then, I will watch you learn.” Irina nodded and gestured at Mag to knock on the door.

What is she doing? Perhaps there’s something unusual in this courtyard? Mag couldn’t help feeling suspicious after seeing Irina’s behavior. Following the secret signal given to him by the Gray Temple, he made three long, one short, two long, and one short knocks on the door.

“Haha, you even have a secret signal.” Irina smirked coldly.

“Erm... It’s an occupational hazard, occupational hazard. Actually, it’s my first time here too.” Mag smiled awkwardly as he had forgotten the details.

Mag took two steps back and waited for the movement in the yard. He wondered if this Old Sim was like many other elderlies who slept early or a drunk drunkard. That would rather be troublesome.

The system’s mission was very crucial. Additionally, Mag wanted to acquire some information from Old Sim. Even though he had already obtained a great deal of intel from the Gray Temple, including a secret missive he received before he left the house in the morning, it would naturally be the best if he had someone on the ground to lead him. It could save him a lot of time needed to verify the information.

Mag waited for a while before he prepared to knock again.

Right then, the yard’s door opened suddenly. A fragrant figure dashed out from the yard, and then hugged Mag.

“You finally came! I thought you don’t want me anymore...” a coy and aggrieved voice said as if she was an abandoned woman.

“⊙▃⊙??”

What is the situation now?

Mag didn’t know if that hug was too warm and soft, or he was startled by the sudden words, but he was stunned for three whole seconds. After hearing a vague murderous sneering, he quickly regained his wits, pushed the hands that were entangled around him off, and took two steps back.

“Miss, have you got the wrong person?” Mag swiftly said after throwing a glance at Irina standing on the wall. Although she looked calm, her eyes were already full of killing intent.

With the light from the lantern hanging by the door, he saw the looks of the maiden that dashed out clearly. It was a tall and voluptuous maiden in a dark green long dress. Her chestnut hair was tied into a ponytail and casually flicked over her left shoulder. She had snowy white skin and a delicate face. Her glowing purple eyes were staring at Mag as if she was a little wife gazing upon her husband she had not seen for a long time.

Mag was certain that he didn’t know this beautiful maiden, and he couldn’t find any information about her in his memory. Hence, the only possibility was this maiden had recognized the wrong person.

Mag’s face turned dark completely.

What the heck is this!?

He really came here to learn how to brew rum... Due to his tight schedule, he could only come here at this time.

And then a maiden came out, and threw herself at him when he knocked on the door.

It was fine if Irina wasn’t present. A simple explanation would solve the issue.

But now... wasn’t this a show about a wife catching her husband having a rendezvous with his mistress in the middle of the night!?

There would be no way for him to clear his name now.

Mag felt that the sword was already hanging above his head. It would only take a slight move, and he would be dead.

However...

This was the rendezvous location given to him by the Gray Temple. Perhaps this maiden was related to Old Sim?

“Got the wrong person? How could that be? I’ve been waiting here forever for you to knock on my room’s door...” That maiden was gazing at Mag with aggrievement and sadness. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long. How could you be so heartless...”

“I...”

In that instant, even Mag felt as if he was a jerk who had dumped an innocent maiden and left her pining for him.

However, a murderous aura began to permeate in the air, and that swiftly calmed him down.

After calming down, he panicked even more.

This was f*cking even more misleading!

How was he going to explain now?

If he acknowledged it, he would be a heartless jerk. If he didn’t acknowledge it, he would be a jerk who was fooling around.

On one side, it was a teary brunette maiden who almost threw herself into his arms and cried. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on (ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

On the other side was Irina, who already had her magic caster’s staff out, ready to dish out the punishment.

Mag felt very hopeless...

It was so difficult to be a man.

No. I cannot take this lying down! Mag made himself calm down, and cleared his throat at that maiden. “Miss, you should have recognized the wrong person. I came to look for Old Sim the brewer.”

“See, you still remember me. I knew you came to look for me.” That maiden burst out in tears suddenly, and was about to throw herself at Mag again.

“Wait a sec!!!”

Mag took a huge leap backward, and stared at that maiden in a shock.

Wtf!!!

System! Why didn’t you f*cking tell me that Old Sim was a woman! And such a young woman furthermore!!!

Mag couldn’t help roaring in his mind.

“Whether Old Sim is female isn’t an important piece of information. The ancient people said, ‘When I walk along with two others, they may serve me as my teachers—’”

“Shut your trap! Go and die! I’m going to cut off your internet fees!”

“Host, useless angry yelling can’t resolve the problem. We have to look at this matter dialectically. Old Sim is just a code name. An old man who stinks of alcohol can be called Old Sim, while a sweet-smelling beautiful maiden can also be called Old Sim. Who would you choose when you have a chance to have a deeper interaction with one of them? Furthermore, you haven’t paid for your family’s internet fees this month. Remember to pay it as soon as possible after you get back,” the system replied calmly.

“I...”

Mag furrowed his brows deeply. The intel from the Gray Temple didn’t mention anything about this at all, so he naturally took Old Sim to be an old brewer.

Of course, the biggest problem now was this maiden in front of him.

Even if she really was Old Sim, she shouldn’t be treating the person who came to meet her like this!

What the heck was this?!

A friend who came from nowhere?

Mag flicked a glance at Irina, who had already raised her magic caster’s staff above her head and poised to strike them, the adulterous pair, down from the wall. He felt if he didn’t set the record straight now, he would be killed dubiously today.

“Comrade Old Sim, I am the person that the organization sent here to meet you. After your earlier performance, I’ve already verified your identity,” Mag said to that maiden with a grave expression before stretching his right hand to her. “I am Mag and I need your assistance now.”