Crassus pursed his lips with a hint of mockery in his eyes. "That's a nice way to put it. You don't want to hurt anyone, so why don't we just stop fighting?"
An awkward smile appeared on Brandli's face. From the perspective of the Gray Temple, it was best not to engage in a battle of ice and fire in Chaos City. If a battle were to break out, then half of the Aden Square would be destroyed, which would be a catastrophic outcome.
"Don't worry, we won't fight for now. Besides, what happened this morning wasn't a battle between ice and fire; it was a battle between savory and sweet." Crassus looked at Brandli in an indifferent manner, and paused momentarily before continuing, "I have my own servants, so I don't need you to run errands for me. I'm planning to live in Chaos City, but since you're here today, why don't you take me to a magic room? It'd be best if it's a newer one."
"Newer magic rooms? There are a few in the main hall of the Gray Temple that were built two years ago. You can use them if you want, Master Crassus," Brandli said with a smile.
He really wanted to emphasize that his legs weren't crippled yet, but he swallowed those words in the end. Crassus clearly didn't want anyone from the Gray Temple to follow him, and he had to report his plans to live in Chaos City as soon as possible. After all, Julian was currently running a magic potion shop in the Aden Square. If both of them lived in Chaos City, they were like two fireballs that could explode at any moment, and he had to be on his guard at all times.
Crassus thought to himself for a moment before shaking his head. "I can't go to the main hall of the Gray Temple. It's too far away, and it'll be inconvenient for my child to travel back and forth to eat."
"Then …" Brandli turned to Crassus with a hesitant expression. There were indeed many magic casters in Chaos City, but there weren't many magic rooms that belonged to the Gray Temple that could be used by Crassus. Furthermore, all of them were in the main hall of the Gray Temple. Who would've thought that Crassus wouldn't be able to use them?
"I remember that there are magic classes in Chaos School, right? Why don't you ask them to give me a magic room to use for a while? "Crassus nodded after a brief moment of contemplation.
"Well, I'm afraid Chaos School won't be able to …" Brandli hesitated. Chaos School was independent from the Gray Temple. Even though some magic casters from the Gray Temple worked at Chaos School, even he didn't have the right to ask Chaos School to give Krassu a magic room.
This matter would have to be reported to the round-table's meeting's decision. after all, it would have to be. that would have to make the final decision.
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"Let's go. You just have to bring me to the principal. I'll take care of the rest myself."
"He knows Principal Novan?" Brandli's eyes widened with incredulity as he stared at Crassus' departing figure. Novan was the only 10th-tier magic caster in Chaos City, as well as the most powerful magic caster in the city. His position as principal was the main reason why Chaos School was able to remain independent of the Gray Temple.
Even the temple lord and the city lord had to give him some leeway due to his eccentric personality. After all, he never smiled at others like he did when he was with children. Every time he went to Chaos School after the round-table conference, the lot-drawing ceremony would be no different from choosing a suicide squad.
"If it's a blessing, it's not a curse. If it's a curse, it can't be avoided! Who cares? Let's just die! " Even though he was panicking internally, Brandli gritted his teeth at the sight of Crassus' receding figure, and hurriedly followed after him. What kind of sin had he committed to make an old man like him suffer like this? Even when he was young, he didn't dare to do something so thrilling.
…
In the restaurant, Meg finally heaved a sigh of relief after seeing off the last customer. He twisted his wrists and shoulders, which were a little numb from cooking for so long, and looked at the 80-something new mission in his mind. At this rate, it would only take him two or three days to complete this new mission, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Thank you for your hard work, Father. Let me give you a massage." Amy trotted over to Meg with a sympathetic expression. She stood on her tiptoes and tried to massage Meg's shoulders, but she was too short, and her hands were too weak, so her little fists were like tickles to his back.
However, Meg's heart was filled with warmth at the sight of Amy's earnest expression. In this world, only his precious daughter would care about him.
"Um, Boss, do you need me to massage your shoulders for you? I … I'm a little stronger … "Yabemiya made her way over to him, and her hands were clasped together nervously behind her back. Her cheeks were also a little flushed as she thought of something.
"Oh? Mia, you know how to massage as well? "Meg turned around to look at Yabemiya in surprise.
"Sigh …" Amy retracted her little hands and gasped for breath. She was tired after just massaging for a while, so she looked at Yabemiya and pleaded, "Sister Mia, why don't you massage Father? I think … I think I'm too weak."
"I used to massage my mother when I was young, because she would squat and wash dishes for almost the entire day when she was working. She couldn't even straighten her back when she came home." Yabemiya nodded. When she mentioned her mother, her eyes became misty.
"Okay, Mia, I'll leave it to you." Meg smiled as he leaned back comfortably in his chair and closed his eyes. He didn't try to comfort her, but after a pause, he added, "But don't break my bones."
"Pfff —" Yabemiya, who was still a little nervous, suddenly burst into laughter. She shook her head and said seriously, "I won't. Don't worry, Boss, I'll control my strength."
"Then I'm relieved." Meg nodded with a smile.
Yabemiya walked behind Meg and looked at Meg, who had closed his eyes. She raised her hand and hesitated for a moment before gently placing it on Meg's shoulder. Her face became even redder, and her calloused hands were trembling. She seemed very nervous.
"I'm going to sleep for a while. You can do whatever you want, "Meg said with a slight smile. His breathing gradually calmed down, and he seemed to have fallen asleep in an instant.
"Oh … okay …" Yabemiya hurriedly nodded. Her nervousness instantly disappeared by half. She took a few deep breaths and placed her hands on Meg's shoulders. She gently and gently massaged from his neck to his shoulders, and then to his arms. She gradually increased the strength of her hands.
Meg felt a pair of skillful hands moving between his shoulders and neck. The strength of her hands was just right, and her technique was very good. It was so comfortable that he almost cried out.
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