A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World (WN)

Chapter 888 Looks Like I Have Some Killing To Do Tomorrow

Their activities attracted the attention of many guests. They even discussed the ownership of a piece of coriander on the cut stinky tofu, which many people thought was ridiculous.

But they considered it important.

For serial eaters, even a shred of coriander was worth fighting for.

Christy thought they were unbelievable, but her patience was as good as her mood. With the promise of Abraham, she didn’t need to worry whether she could successfully persuade that rich businessman who was said to have no morals at the dinner party today. She just needed to get a written commitment from Abraham.

Moreover, this deal would certainly become a classic one within the Buffett Banks.

A massive deposit secured by a plate of stinky tofu.

After finishing his half of the stinky tofu, Abraham still craved more, but he looked in the direction of the kitchen, and then paid for Christy and Carla as well as himself.

“Thank you for your kindness, Duke Abraham. I’m Christy.” Out of the restaurant, Christy bowed her head in salute to Abraham.

“Duke Abraham?” Carla blinked at Abraham, startled. She hurriedly bent her head, sticking out her tongue. “I didn’t know! I’m sorry for earlier, please forgive me.”

Abraham laughed, waving his hand. “You have done nothing wrong, there’s nothing to forgive. I like your attitude to food. It’s a rare quality.” Then he turned to Christy. “How did you recognize me?”

“Your Phillas emerald ring. Not everyone could afford a ring like that in Chaos City.”

Carla gazed at Christy with admiration. “You figured out who he is just by a ring. That’s amazing!”

Abraham nodded. “My money is in Rodu, so I have to send someone back to fetch it. How much do you need?”

“I…” Christy didn’t know how much money Abraham had. The more the better, she wanted to say, but she was too shy a girl to make such a blunt request.

“I think I know the answer. I’ll have them unlock a warehouse.” Abraham beckoned his servant over with a wave, and then wrote something down on a piece of paper, which he handed to Christy after signing his name.

“Thank you, Duke Abraham,” Christy said, excited, taking the paper with both hands[1].

“My pleasure. Come here often, and we may become friends.” With that, Abraham stepped towards his carriage.

“He’ll unlock a warehouse for you! Do you know how much money that is?” Carla asked, looking at the paper in Christy’s hand curiously.

“No. A lot, I think.” Christy blew on the ink, and then put the paper away carefully after she was certain it was completely dry. She then threw her arms around her friend. “Thank you, Carla.”

“It was the least I could do,” Carla said, smiling. “Now that you’ve secured such a big deal, do you still need to see that pervert tonight? My father says he’s a total a*ss.”

“Yes, it’s my job. But with this promise from Duke Abraham, I don’t need to worry about anything. I won’t let that pervert take advantage of me.”

Carla nodded. “I know you won’t, but I had planned to take you to the Blue Suede clothing store. New items came out today, I heard. Last time they launched a new dress, but they sold out when I got there! The clothes sold in their shop are fashionable and different. I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

“Blue Suede? I think I heard some rich ladies talking about it. Is it famous? A dress is said to have fetched 100,000 copper coins.”

…

The fight for stinky tofu between Abraham and Carla made many customers who had not been interested in the dish want to try it. 100 stinky tofus were sold out in no time, which naturally pained the customers who had eaten it yesterday.

Mag pretended not to hear their complaints. The capacity of the restaurant determined the supply. Looking at them enjoying the dish they had hated when they first saw it, Mag couldn’t help but feel a sense of achievement. He felt really good.

At the table near the kitchen, there were four big men in soft armor, with long swords hanging on their waists and big glasses of beer by their hands, talking in a low voice.

“Have you heard? Several mercenary groups were wiped out when they were out hunting. I heard they were not killed by magical beasts.”

“Yeah. Everyone is talking about it in the adventurer’s guild. Mercenary groups being wiped out has never happened before. Many are afraid to go out.”

“The groups that have been eliminated had one thing in common: at least one of their members was an elf.”

Mag slowed down what he was doing, listening carefully.

“Keep your voices down. I don’t want to be arrested by the Gray Temple for spreading rumors.”

They started whispering in a hushed voice.

“Aren’t the city lord and the Gray Temple supposed to do something?”

“Trust me, they are investigating. They want to catch the killers more than anyone, but I don’t think it’s an easy task.”

…

Mag frowned as he listened. They had set their sights on Chaos City. The elves were not safe here anymore.

The mercenaries then changed their subject. Mag moved the fried rice he had just cooked onto a plate and handed it to Miya. They need to be taught a lesson. Looks like I have some killing to do tomorrow.

…

In the eastern region of the city, a banquet was being held in a resplendent manor.

[1] It’s part of Chinese etiquette that you offer and receive things such as name cards with both hands.