After the morning service, Mia and the rest went to the ice cream shop after work. Meg poured a pot of tea, and prepared to go upstairs to complete the proposal.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
"You're here?" Meg put down the teapot in his hand, and walked to the door to open it.
A tall and skinny orc with a pair of black beast ears was standing outside the door. He sized up Meg, and then arrogantly said, "You're the owner of this restaurant, Meg?"
"Yes. May I know what's the matter?" Meg nodded. From this orc's ears, he could basically tell that he should be of the same breed as Connie. However, his genes were too different, and he was a little ugly.
"I'm from the noble Falk Tribe. You can call me Lord Klaur. I'm here on Chief Gary's orders to ask you to head to the Falk Tribe to be in charge of the food for Chief Gary's coronation banquet," that orc said to Meg with his nose in the air, waiting for Meg to address him respectfully.
Meg pursed his lips, and shook his head. "I'm sorry. The restaurant is very busy, and I can't accept your invitation. If there's nothing else, please leave."
"Huh?"
Klaur was stunned. He looked at Meg in disbelief. This fellow actually rejected Chief Gary's invitation!
"You might not know, but our Aug Tribe is the second-largest orc tribe. Our status is only second to the Aug Tribe, and Chief Gary is the supreme chief of our Falk Tribe. It's your great honor to be invited," Klaur said with great emotion. He couldn't wait for Meg to get on his knees in gratitude.
"Please help me thank Chief Gary for his kind intentions. The Twilight Forest is a long journey, and our restaurant has too many staff. It's not suitable for you to go. You'll have to hire another chef," Meg rejected again calmly.
"A long journey? I heard you went to Rodu to cook for the Roth Empire's king's palace banquet. Would Rodu be closer than the Twilight Forest? "Klaur said with a frown, looking a little unhappy.
"After all, the king of the Roth Empire is the only king of the Roth Empire, isn't he?" Meg replied with a smile.
"You …" Klaus's face changed between green and red. This fellow was obviously mocking the Falk Tribe for being second. What they wanted to show off initially became a point of mockery in the blink of an eye.
"Let me tell you. It's your honor that the Falk Tribe invited you. How dare you, a mere human chef, speak so rudely to me? Aren't you afraid that I'll strangle you to death?!" Klaur said angrily. He wanted to twist Meg's head off.
"Mr. Mak, do you need help?" Bazeer happened to be patrolling Amy's entrance with Monkey. He looked at Klaur cautiously before asking Meg.
When Crowe saw the Gray Temple uniform that Barzel was wearing, he recalled Gary's warning before he came, and his expression became unnatural. He smiled awkwardly, and said, "It's nothing. I just invited him to our tribe to cook."
Meg didn't fall for Klaur's trick, and calmly said, "This orc from the Falk Tribe said he's going to strangle me to death."
Bazeer looked at Klaur sternly, and said, "Sir, you tried to harm a resident of Chaos City. Please cooperate with our investigation."
Klaur's expression changed, and he hurriedly waved his hands. "N-no, I'm just joking. I'm Klaur, the special envoy of Chief Gary of the Falk Tribe. I'm specially here to invite the boss of Amy's to the Falk Tribe to cook for the chief's coronation banquet. I respect this Mr. Meg very much. How could I harm or threaten him?"
"Respect? Didn't you just ask me to call you Lord Klaur? The castellan didn't make such a request when he came to the restaurant for a meal, "Meg said with a smile.
Klaur looked at the smile on Meg's face, and clenched his teeth. However, when he thought about how he might have to face Gary's wrath if he didn't manage to invite him back, he could only suppress his anger, and squeeze out a smile. "Why would I? You can just call me Little Klaur. I'm now officially inviting you on behalf of the Falk Tribe. Any remuneration is negotiable, and the Falk Tribe will send you back and forth with a flying steed. You don't have to worry about the journey at all."
"Little Klaur, if your attitude was so good just now, we wouldn't have to talk so simply." Meg nodded with satisfaction, and continued, "However, my appearance fee is very expensive. According to the restaurant's current business rate, it's 2,000,000 copper coins a day. How many days do you intend to invite me?"
"2,000,000 copper coins a day!" Klaur's eyes widened, and he almost cursed out loud. However, he glanced at Bazeer, who was still standing at the side, and forcefully suppressed his anger. He forced a smile and said, "Can you lower the price a little? 2,000,000 copper coins is a little too high. "
"Your Falk Tribe is the second-largest orc tribe. Do you even need to bargain with a chef for 2,000,000 copper coins for the coronation ceremony of the chief? That's a little disappointing, "Mag said with a sigh.
"H-how can that be? 2,000,000 copper coins it is. Since you're going to the tribe a day earlier to prepare, let's count it as two days," Klaur said with an awkward expression. Before he came, the budget given to him was 100,000 copper coins. What he needed to consider now was how to explain the extra 3,900,000 copper coins when he went back.
Meg nodded with satisfaction. "Alright, you set the date. We have about 12 people here."
"I will come and fetch you personally in the morning five days later," Klaur quickly said before turning to leave.
"I want half the deposit before we set off. Otherwise, we won't be leaving."
"Alright." Klaur clenched his teeth as he quickened his steps. I'll let you know the price you have to pay for speaking to me like that when we reach the Twilight Forest!
"Seems like the customers at Amy's won't be able to eat Mr. Mak's dishes for another two days," Bazzer said with a smile. Bazeer smiled at Mag. As the captain of the Gray Temple's patrol team in the Aden Square, he was quite familiar with Mag.
"I can't help it. There are always invitations that I can't reject." Meg shook his head helplessly. He chatted with Bazzer for a while before returning to the restaurant.
Michael's information last night was very accurate. The people from the Falk Tribe had indeed come. They had personally invited them to the Twilight Forest to prepare Gary's coronation banquet.
This meant that they had already obtained the legal identity to enter the Falk Tribe's territory and successfully sneak into the coronation ceremony. It was in line with his expectations.
It was easier to deal a fatal blow to the enemy by infiltrating their territory.
"Since that's the case, let's postpone the 'husband and wife lung slice' for a few days. Let it be the finale of the banquet," Meg mumbled to himself as he went upstairs with the brewed tea.
…
"Young Master Cyril, according to Master's request, you will no longer be in charge of all the internal affairs of the Family Moreton from today onwards. However, your position as a director of the Chamber of Commerce will be retained," Menard announced calmly to Cyril as he looked at him.
Cyril slumped in his chair. He shook his head in disbelief, and mumbled to himself, "No … Father can't do this to me … can't do this to me …"
"The handover of the specific affairs will begin tomorrow. I hope Young Master Cyril can cooperate," Menard said as he glanced at Cyril regretfully before turning to leave.
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