The young knight sat on his horse, looked down at Meg, and asked, "You are the restaurant's owner, Meg?"
"Yes." Meg nodded. He was rather curious about what decree the king of the Roth Empire had for him that he would send the king's personal guards to deliver it to him personally.
This knight looked to be about 25 or 26 years old, but he was already at the 6th-tier. He could be considered a young talent with decent talent.
"The king's decree should be received on one knee," the young knight said in a low voice.
"I am not a citizen of the Roth Empire, and I am in Chaos City. Why should I kneel?" Meg was unmoved, and retorted with a question.
"You …" The young knight's face turned cold, and he raised the horsewhip in his hand. He recalled his leader's instructions. This chef was personally invited by the king, and he must not hurt him. He forced himself to put down the whip, and coldly said, "The king's decree is to invite the owner of Amy's, Mr. Meg, to Rodu to cook for a royal banquet. The flying steed has been prepared, and we will set off immediately."
He could not understand why the king would go through so much trouble to invite a mere chef here, and even send a flying steed to receive him.
However, he did not like this chef's attitude. With his power and status, even the nobles in Rodu would have to be polite to him, let alone an ordinary chef. Yet, this chef dared to talk back to him like this.
However, to be able to cook for the king in the Roth Empire's royal palace was an honor that many chefs dreamed of. This fellow would definitely change his attitude immediately, and start licking his boots.
"I'm sorry. I'm afraid I can't accept the king's decree." Meg pointed to the little blackboard beside him. "Unfortunately, I just took three days off. I have to open for business tomorrow. Otherwise, my adorable customers will go berserk."
"Huh?" The young knight was stunned. He looked at Meg as if he was looking at an idiot. Not only did this fellow not kneel and lick his boots immediately, he actually rejected the king's invitation?
How could anyone reject the king in this world? How could anyone reject the king!?
"What did you just say?" The young knight felt that he might have heard wrongly.
"Please go back. I have to run the restaurant, and have no time to go to the Roth Empire," Meg said calmly.
No time.
What a perfunctory reason! This guy actually used such a reason to reject the King's invitation?!
"Do you know what it means to refuse the king's invitation?" The young knight drew a longsword from his waist, and pointed it at Mag as he coldly said, "What you have to worry about now is the raging me, not your idiotic customers! You have two choices. Come with me or die. "
"Young man, it's better to keep a low profile." Meg looked at the young knight with a complicated expression.
"Low-profile?" The young knight chuckled and said proudly, "From the moment I became the king's personal guard, a lowly person like you only has the right to look up to me …"
Bang!
A folding chair drew a beautiful parabola in the air and slapped the face of the young knight sitting on the horse.
The young knight was slapped to the ground from the back of his horse. A fiery red figure came from afar, leaped high, and stepped on the knight who was struggling to get up. Then, the figure reached out and caught the folding chair that had just fallen to the ground.
"It's not good for the Burning Legion to not be able to eat the holy roujiamo," Sargeras said seriously. Sargeras said seriously as he looked at the young knight whose face was being pressed to the ground by his foot.
The young knight felt as if half of his face had been hit by a speeding carriage. Half of his face was completely numb, and his head was dizzy.
The powerful aura that the demon who was stepping on his face gave off made him even more fearful. That was a terrifying power that could easily kill him.
"I told you that my guests are not ordinary when they go on a rampage. Do you believe me now?" Meg sighed as he looked at the young knight who was being stepped on by Sargeras. However, the gloating tone in his voice made one want to hit him.
"Do you know who I am, demon? I am the special envoy of the Roth Empire's king. How dare you bully me like this? The Roth Empire will definitely put you on the list of people who must be killed. Let me go now! "the young knight shouted angrily. With the Roth Empire and the king as his backing, he had nothing to fear.
"The king's special envoy?" Sargeras frowned. If the Roth Empire set their sights on the Burning Legion, it would indeed be troublesome. In that case, this fellow …
Sargeras's gaze turned cold, and he already had a murderous intent.
The young knight saw Sargeras hesitate, and thought that he was afraid after hearing about the Roth Empire. He became even more smug as he said, "Hmph. You are just a demon. How dare you defy the king's order? Let me go now, and then kneel down and beg for mercy. If I am happy, I might spare your life."
Even Meg couldn't help but admire this brother's courting death. This batch of Roth Empire's knights was not good. How could there be such an arrogant fellow? He still had the illusion that he was the boss even when he was outside the borders of the Roth Empire.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was worried that this fellow would die in Chaos City and bring him some trouble, he would have used a kitchen knife to cut open his head. He wanted to see what was inside.
Sargeras's expression turned cold. He gripped the folding chair tightly, and was ready to send this blabbermouth on his way.
"Since when can the people of the Roth Empire come to Chaos City and threaten the citizens of Chaos City as they wish?" Right at this moment, an authoritative voice sounded. A black horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of Mamy's. The door opened, and Rolan walked out. He looked coldly at the young knight who was being stepped on on the ground.
Sargeras glanced at the person in the horse-drawn carriage. He kept the folding chair and the foot that was stepping on the young knight's face, and retreated to the side.
Since the lord of the Gray Temple was here, there was naturally nothing for him to do.
The young knight only felt a terrifying pressure enveloping him. A strong spiritual power was pressing down on him. Although that demon had already retracted his foot, he was still lying on the ground, unable to move an inch. The strong pressure made him almost unable to breathe.
"Lord of the Gray Temple, Rolan!" The young knight's heart shuddered violently. This was one of the true rulers of Chaos City, and he was attacking him because of a chef.
"Lord Rolan, I am here on the king's orders to invite the owner of Mamy's, Mr. Meg, to Rodu to cook for the palace banquet. I did not mean to offend you. Please forgive me," the young knight quickly said.
It was rumored that the city lord of Chaos City was generous and kind, but the lord of the Gray Temple was ruthless. If he attacked him, it would be justified. Even the king would not say much.
"Mr. Meg, are you willing to go?" Rolan looked at Meg.
"The restaurant is busy. Brave warrior, please inform the king that I am too busy to go," Meg said with a smile.
Rolan retracted his pressure. He looked at that knight coldly, and said, "You have heard what he said. Now, you can get lost."
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