"If he's willing, I don't mind buying a few more cleavers," Meg said with a smile. Even if it was just a cleaver made by a master Rôme, it could be sold for a sky-high price.
For example, the Fat Head Fish in his hand could be used to fight a 10th-tier knight with ease.
However, he didn't expect that in Amy's mind, a master Rôme was just an old man who sold cleavers. It seemed like he had to introduce her to the people around her in the future.
Otherwise, she would probably think that her master was just an old man who sold magic potions and had nothing to do.
"I see …" Amy tilted her head thoughtfully, and said, "Then I'll persuade him to sell a few more cleavers to us."
"Sure, as long as you can persuade him. It would be even better if he could forge a weapon for you," Meg said with a chuckle.
"Weapon? I think the wand that my master gave me is pretty good. "Amy looked at Meg with a perplexed expression.
"That's just a basic piece of equipment. You can use it before you become a great magic caster, but when you become more powerful, it won't be enough to support your power." Meg smiled, and said, "Although that was a custom-made weapon for you by your master, they're not real blacksmiths, after all. If you can get a master Rôme to forge a weapon for you, it'll be a weapon that you can use for the rest of your life."
Amy thought seriously for a while before asking, "So, I'll have to use a cleaver when I grow up?"
"Ahem …" Meg coughed dryly, and patted Amy's head with a smile as he said, "Alright, it's still too early to think about that. Go play with Ugly Duckling."
"Meow, meow ~"
Ugly Duckling wagged its tail with a puzzled expression, and rubbed its head against Amy's calf in a fawning manner. It then lay down on the instep of her foot, and rolled around on the spot to act cute.
Amy kicked Ugly Duckling away, picked up the bag, and patted it with disdain as she said, "Stupid Ugly Duckling, you dropped my bag on the ground."
"Meow?"
Ugly Duckling lay on the ground with an innocent expression. Am I not as cute as a schoolbag?
"No, thank you!"
Amy rolled her eyes at it.
"Meow!"
Ugly Duckling covered its eyes in despair.
"Although it seems strange to use a kitchen knife, since Father said that I should use the weapon made by Grandpa Kitchen Knife when I grow up, then I'll ask him to make one for me. I just don't know if the two masters will be angry." Amy put her bag on the counter and pondered seriously with her chin in her hand.
Mia and Barbara had already arrived at the restaurant. They had nothing to do and were chatting while waiting for dinner.
"What do young ladies talk about these days?" Barbara asked curiously.
"This …"
Everyone looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.
Speaking of which, they were all young ladies, but none of them could be considered normal.
Yabemiya had been exploited in the kitchen for many years. Barbara lived like a princess in the Moon Nation's palace. Elizabeth had to bear many responsibilities and hatred since she was young. Gina only knew how to learn magic since she was young. Jane worked hard to survive on Carapace Island every day. Angela couldn't be considered a qualified succubus. As for Camilla, she couldn't be considered a young lady anymore.
If they were to be serious, the only one who could be considered a normal young lady was Raina.
However, she was busy preparing the hot pot base in the kitchen, and had no time to join their conversation.
"When I was leaving school just now, I heard the ladies on the street talking about their figures." Amy looked at everyone with a smile, and said, "So, the young ladies should all be talking about their figures, right?"
"Figures?"
Upon hearing that, everyone started to size up the people around them. Their eyes secretly lingered on certain body parts for a while before they moved on to the next person without leaving any trace.
Barbara shrank back a little. She suddenly regretted asking that question.
"Big Sister Mia has such a good figure. Although she looks skinny, her lines are very perfect. Most importantly … she even has breasts!" Phyllis stuck her head out and looked at Mia enviously.
"I have one too." Gina sat up straight and tightened her voluptuous curves.
"Me too." Angela stood up confidently.
Elizabeth crossed her arms and didn't say anything. However, her actions spoke louder than words.
Jane stared at everyone with her eyes wide open. She only realized today that the ladies all had good figures.
"I …" Barbara looked at everyone and was instantly discouraged. She muttered softly, "I'm still growing …"
Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere became cheerful and relaxed.
Barbara bit her lips. She didn't feel like she was being mocked, but she was a little confused. If Mia and the rest were ladies with good figures, then what was her figure?
"It's okay. Barbara is still a little girl. You'll grow faster if you eat more tofu pudding every day." Mia smiled and hugged Barbara's shoulder as she encouraged her.
"Our school's vice-dean is 68 years old this year. Her figure is about the same as Big Sister Barbara's," Amy reminded them.
Everyone was stunned for a moment before they burst into even louder laughter.
Barbara raised her eyebrows. She suddenly felt a sense of danger. If it had nothing to do with age, then she … wouldn't grow up?
Meg couldn't help but smile as he listened to the ladies' joyful conversation in the kitchen. However, it wasn't suitable for him to participate in such topics, so he continued to grind tofu quietly.
Naturally, the young ladies' topics weren't just about figures. They also talked about clothes, relationships between men and women, interesting childhood stories, their future ideal type, whether to have children … They talked about life and dreams. There were so many topics that they could talk about the whole day.
However, the lives of the ladies in the restaurant were a little too monotonous. Of course, more importantly, they weren't good at stirring up interesting topics. As a result, they could only talk about low-level topics such as whose figure was better.
Otherwise, they could sit here and talk about the interesting and secret stories of their respective races. For example, the history of the Frost Dragon tribe's former chief's valiant rise to power, or the history of the vampire tribe's new chief eating grass, or the unspeakable history of the Succubi. These were all topics that could be casually talked about for three days and three nights, and there was no need to worry about the level of excitement.
Looks like it's very necessary to find time to do a team-building in the restaurant and teach these ladies, who aren't good at making friends, how to chat. Meg calculated in his heart. Tomorrow was a holiday, but Raina's Mana Hot Pot Restaurant was opening for business, so the team-building plan had to be pushed back a little.
"The dishes are ready. Everyone, get ready to eat." Meg walked out of the kitchen with a tray in his hand.
Everyone consciously went to get the dishes themselves.
"Boss, what's my figure?" Barbara looked at Meg and asked the question that had been bothering her for a long time.
Meg glanced at Irina, then looked at Barbara and thought seriously for a while. He said, "It's probably Little Red Riding Hood."
"Little Red Riding Hood?" Barbara was puzzled.
The others also looked at Meg in confusion. What did that mean?
"Little Red Riding Hood is so pitiful. Her grandmother was eaten by a wolf," Amy mumbled as she chewed on a drumstick.
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