Ferdinand walked towards the restaurant in the corner of the square. Mamy's signboard was rather eye-catching, but it didn't seem out of place. Among all the gaudy signboards in the Aden Square, it stood out a little.
The scale of the restaurant wasn't big. It had four storefronts, and seemed to be divided into two dining themes. There were hundreds of people lining up outside the two areas.
Ferdinand thought for a while, and queued at the back of the line.
Xi reported some information about the most powerful person on the Nora Continent, and provided the restaurant's coordinates.
His identity as the restaurant's owner had surprised him, but he quickly understood. In the underground city, there were also some powerful people who liked to live with ordinary identities.
A restaurant owner could be considered as a rather leisurely identity.
However, along the way, this restaurant's business was obviously the most popular.
He didn't expect that not only was he powerful, but he also had an amazing talent in business.
Ferdinand stood at the back of the line, and looked at the crowded line in front of him with a smile on his lips.
He couldn't remember the last time he queued up. When he was a child? That didn't seem to be the case. Since he was young, no one dared to queue before him.
800 years ago, he came to the Nora Continent for the first time as an Observer.
At that time, the Nora Continent was still in the midst of an intense racial war. Killings were everywhere, and hatred and blood filled the entire continent.
After that, he would visit the Nora Continent every 100 years, and witnessed the disappearance of many races in the tragic war. All the major races gradually had a relatively fixed territory.
100 years ago, the seven major races of the Nora Continent reached an armistice agreement and signed a peace treaty to end the racial war that had lasted for thousands of years.
In just a short 100 years, the Nora Continent had undergone earth-shattering changes.
When the battleship was flying at a low speed previously, he saw many cities standing on the vast land. There was no smoke and war, and all the races were living and working in peace. It was a scene of prosperity.
What surprised him even more was the appearance of railway tracks on the land. The steam locomotives that appeared in the underground city in ancient times, and they were traveling between the mountains with a full load of iron ore. This meant that they were about to enter a new era.
"War is indeed poison. It will only destroy all beauty and imagination. Only peace can improve the whole world." Ferdinand looked at the team in front of him, which was a mix of different races, but in an orderly manner. A hundred years ago, this would have been unimaginable.
The current Chaos City was like a miniature version of an underground city to him.
Though there was a huge difference in technological standards, the races coexisted equally and lived orderly lives under the management of rules and regulations. It wasn't much different from the Dungeons.
Queuing was a very boring thing, but Ferdinand, who rarely experienced queuing, found joy in the conversations of the customers.
These guests seemed to have different identities. There were valiant mercenaries, big-bellied merchants, and dignified rich ladies.
But what was interesting was that when they were in the same line, they would passionately discuss a certain dish in the restaurant. They would argue with each other until their faces turned red, but they still maintained some restraint and did not use their fists.
"Is the food in this restaurant really that magical? Why is it so fascinating? Ferdinand thought to himself. It seemed like this Mr. Mag had found himself a rather good chef.
Moreover, he also heard a few dishes that were frequently mentioned from the crowd, such as tofu pudding, eggplant with garlic sauce, and red braised pork. Perhaps he could try them later.
Not long after, the restaurant's door opened slowly, and a young man walked out with a smile. "Welcome to Mamy's."
"It's him." Ferdinand stared at the young man standing at the entrance of the restaurant. He looked the same as the photo that Xi sent back.
He was younger than Ferdinand had expected, as his bone age was only around 32 years old.
His ability was indeed close to the transcendent-level, which was the so-called half-transcendent-level in the underground city.
To have such ability at such a young age, he was miles ahead of the geniuses in the underground city who relied on genetic drugs. He was also much stronger than when he was the same age.
This was the abandoned Norland Continent. For thousands of years, no one had broken through to the transcendent-level. Even those who were half-transcendents could be counted on one hand.
This young man in front of him seemed to be a possibility.
He already knew about the existence of the underground city, and had started to consciously want to trade with the underground city.
He was a very bold and interesting young man.
Almost at the same time, Meg's gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Ferdinand.
"Is this the representative sent by the underground city?" Meg raised his eyebrows slightly and became more cautious.
He felt pressure from this man. It was a feeling that he only felt when facing Cthulhu. It belonged to another level of power.
"This is a god? Or an Extraordinaire? "Meg's heart sank. He did not expect an Extraordinaire from the underground city to come and talk to him.
Moreover, the power of an Extraordinaire had already exceeded his expectations. He originally thought that with his current demigod level, he could sit down and talk to an Extraordinaire from the underground city. Now, it seemed that he was still taking things for granted.
Even if he used all his trump cards, Meg did not have any chance of winning.
Meg's gaze met with Ferdinand's for a short while before they tacitly looked away.
"Since I can't beat him, I'll conquer his stomach first," Meg thought to himself as he greeted the customers familiarly.
Ferdinand followed the group and walked forward at a moderate pace while observing Meg's words and actions.
This young man really piqued his interest.
The customers called him 'Mr. Mak' familiarly. This name was used frequently in the queue. When it was mentioned, it was often with a hint of resentment mixed with fondness.
Therefore, he was the owner of this restaurant, and also the chef of this restaurant.
The most powerful person on the Norland Continent. Not only did he open a restaurant, but he also cooked for his customers and remembered the names and nicknames of every customer.
Interesting.
Ferdinand came to Meg, and stood still slightly in front of him.
"Friend, you look a little unfamiliar. It should be your first time here," Meg said with a smile.
"Yes, I'm Ferdinand. I'm here because of the reputation." Ferdinand nodded with a smile.
"Please come in." Meg nodded with a smile. He did not know what this name meant, but he knew that the so-called 'because of the reputation' should be different from the other customers.
Ferdinand walked into the restaurant, and first glanced at the waitresses on both sides.
This 8th-tier Frost Dragon's bloodline is pure. That 8th-tier spatial magic caster over there should have the bloodline of the Moon Nation's royal family … After a casual glance, he felt that there was nothing wrong.
Shouldn't a restaurant opened by the most powerful person be like this?
(End of Chapter)
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