All of the mercenaries looked at Mag, who was carrying a copper boar tusk in one hand, a tied up turkey in the other, and an orange kitten in a small bag around his waist. He was carrying a little loli on his back, and all of them had strange expressions on their faces.
Firstly, it was rare to see a mercenary come out with prey like this. Secondly, they had thought that the father and daughter would not be able to come down the mountain after encountering so many dangers. They didn't expect that not only did they come down the mountain safely, but the things in their hands also hinted at a certain possibility.
"Could it be … that the fire chicken and the bronze wild boar were all killed by them?" a mercenary sitting in a carriage asked as he looked at the boar's tusk in Mag's hand, and swallowed his saliva.
"Kid, I've already told you not to underestimate anyone who dares to enter the wilderness. If they don't have enough strength, then they must have the determination to die. In this world, there are very few fools who would joke with their lives," an old mercenary in the same carriage lectured with a smile as he raised his head to take a sip of wine.
Everyone was silent. Many of them were 3rd-tier and 4th-tier knights and magic casters who dared to come to Stranglethorn Vale for an adventure. They knew what the old mercenary meant.
Obviously, Mag wasn't the kind of person who came here with the intention of dying. Since he could easily take care of a fiery chicken and a bronze wild boar, he was definitely not a fool. Therefore, Mag was sure that he was definitely not weak.
He could give away a high-quality boar's tusk so casually, and only took two tusks from a copper boar, which meant that he was not short of money. Otherwise, as a qualified mercenary, he would have exploited the value of a prey to the extreme.
"Who is this man?" Everyone was puzzled. They had been in the mercenary circle for many years, but this was a completely new face. They had no impression of him at all.
"Father, why are they all looking at us?" Amy asked, puzzled.
"It should be because Amy is too cute this time." Meg replied with a smile. He ignored those gazes, and carried Amy down the hill, and walked along the main road toward Chaos City.
It's better to keep a low profile. Meg smiled. The scene was flawless. Guye also saw Amy kill the boar with a fireball, so all the glory could be attributed to Amy. As the disciple of Crassus and Julian, this was something that would happen sooner or later.
As for Mag, he could only announce his power to the world before he regained his former power and had the power and confidence not to repeat the same mistakes. Before that, he was Mamy Restaurant's Boss Mag, a chef.
"Hmm? Boss, I think I saw Boss Mag and Amy just then. "At the entrance of the Stranglethorn Valley, Mond looked back with a perplexed expression.
Sargeras shook his head, and patted Mond's shoulder as he said, "That's impossible. If Boss Mag were to leave the city, he would definitely take Little Boss to the north. Let's hurry over. If that big fellow comes over, we'll have to wait here again."
"But I really —" Mond still wanted to say something, but Sargeras pushed him into the room.
"Father, are we going back to the restaurant now?" Amy asked.
"Mm-hmm. Let's go home first. I'll make a delicious braised chicken and rice for Amy for lunch." Meg nodded.
"Braised chicken and rice? Is it made with this big rooster? "Amy's eyes lit up, and she looked at the turkey in Meg's hand expectantly.
"Yes, it's made with this." Meg looked at the turkey in his hand. He was a little hesitant to deal with the feathers, but he thought that it was not easy to catch it, and he had to carry it home from so far away. If he didn't eat it, he would be letting himself down.
"System, this is the ingredient you asked me to catch. Is it okay if I cook it?" Meg asked in his mind at the same time.
"The system recommends that the host only use the ingredients provided by the system from the beginning to the end. It helps to maintain the consistency of the taste of the food, and at the same time, it won't cause the cooking technique to be unstable because of the change in the ingredients. This way …" The system's serious voice sounded.
"System, if you do this, then the next time you give me a mission like this, I'll just lie at home and sleep leisurely. So what if I have a little fitness level? At most, it's just 0.5. I won't buy anything in the future. I'll save more money. Anyway, Amy has two powerful masters now. When the time comes, I'll just buy a few beautiful maids to serve me. Wouldn't it be great to live a salted fish life? " Meg said leisurely. His tone was full of "I'm a salted fish. What can you do to me?"
The system suddenly fell into silence, as if it was undergoing some kind of huge test.
The corners of Meg's mouth curled up slightly. He wasn't in a hurry to rush the system. He continued to follow Amy's words as he strolled along. They were still the most eye-catching group on the road. However, the gazes of the mercenaries had already changed from that of a joke to that of envy. They were returning home with a full load so early in the morning.
"Host, the system has flipped through countless historical books. History tells us that money still needs to be spent because the current circulation and value of the currency relies on the stable and peaceful situation of the continent. But if one day, the war between species breaks out again and the entire continent descends into chaos, the currency system will collapse in an instant. Your savings will immediately become a pile of useless metal. When that time comes, the entire world will enter the stage of bartering.
So, saving money is actually a very foolish act. Only when money is spent will it truly belong to you forever. Thinking of relying on a pile of metal and paper money to maintain prosperity for generations to come is simply a fool's dream, "the system said seriously.
"Moreover, as a candidate for the God of Cookery, how can you have such salted fish thoughts? How can you be worthy of such a grand transmigration? Are you worthy of those chefs who spent so much effort to curse you into this world? Are you worthy of little Amy, who has just idolized you? "
"Most importantly, if the host's physical strength drops to 0.5, you'll be no different from a cripple. Then, no matter how beautiful the maids are, what's the use? The host will only be able to watch from the sidelines. "
"System, it looks like you still have to continue learning," Meg sighed and said calmly, "Can't they sit on me and move on their own?"
"…"
The system fell into a deep silence, accompanied by a few chaotic noises.
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