"Okay, Amy will remember this. When Amy grows up, I'll defeat this bad guy myself!" Amy nodded seriously at Julian.
Was it arrogance?
No, it was confidence.
Both master and disciple were equally confident.
All of the demons and giant dragons looked at Amy, and an indescribable feeling welled up in their hearts. This little half-elf girl who appeared to be only three or four years old was most likely going to become a dazzling new star in the near future.
Someone who could be chosen as a disciple by both Julian and Crassus, and a genius who could make them compromise with each other, could definitely not be mediocre.
Fox gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He did not dare to look at Amy and Julian, for fear that he would lose control of his emotions.
Many years ago, when he first met Julian, his powerful ice magic had left a shadow in his heart. As his strength continued to increase, he thought that the gap between them was not that big. It was only when he was slapped to the ground that he came to his senses. You're still my lord. Julian's title of number one ice magic was not self-proclaimed, but publicly acknowledged.
Julian and Crassus will die, and when that time comes, this little guy will definitely not be able to grow to the point where he can threaten me … Fox lowered his head, and a hint of viciousness flashed across his eyes. When that time comes, I'll make sure that father and daughter die a horrible death!
"Julian, do you want to come to this meeting?" Michael handed the longbow in his hand to the coachman beside him, and jumped down from the carriage. He looked at Michael with a smile.
"Do you think I'm a demon or a dragon?" Julian looked at Michael and asked him in return.
"You're still as humorous as ever. Alright, I'll look for you to have a drink together next time," Michael said with a smile.
"Since you're treating, I'll come," Julian said expressionlessly, and then turned to walk in the direction of the magic potion shop.
The cold air that shrouded the restaurant's entrance disappeared in an instant, and the dragons and demons secretly heaved a sigh of relief. They had seen many 10th-tier powerhouses before, but this was the first time they had seen such a stifling atmosphere.
"Mr. Mak, I'm sorry to have startled you. The city lord's castle did not come over in advance, and caused this conflict," Michael said apologetically to Meg.
"It's alright. I just hope that the city lord will screen the customers before booking the restaurant next time. We don't serve some customers," Meg said with a slight nod. He did not appear too angry, but he did not deliberately try to be nonchalant..
After what happened in the slums this morning, the city lord's castle would definitely need a lot of manpower. Michael was probably very busy, so he could understand why the city lord's castle didn't send someone over earlier.
Something like this won't happen again. " Michael nodded before turning to Fox, who had just gotten up from the ground and pulled out the icicle in his hand. His expression darkened slightly as he said, "Fox, you're here to negotiate as a representative of the dragon race, so I won't expel you. However, I'm warning you that you have to abide by Chaos City's rules. The safety of Chaos City's residents is paramount. If something like this happens again, the city lord's castle and the Gray Temple definitely won't let you off."
Fox's expression darkened slightly, but he still lowered his head at the sight of Michael's stern expression. He suppressed his voice, and said, "I understand."
Michael's expression eased slightly as he looked at Fox's bleeding hand, and said, "If your injuries are severe, you don't have to attend today's meeting."
"There's no need for that. I can attend this meeting." Fox shook his head. He gently stroked the wound on his right hand with his left hand, and the gaping wound on his right hand was immediately covered in ice. It was as if he had put on a pair of ice gloves, and the bleeding immediately stopped.
However, everyone present knew that Fox's injuries were definitely not as simple as just a gaping wound on his hand. Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to use ice to temporarily stop the bleeding instead of relying on the powerful regenerative abilities of the dragon race to heal the wound.
Michael glanced at Fox's hand before turning to Meg with a smile, and asked, "Mr. Mak, can we enter now?"
"Please come in." Meg opened the restaurant's door with Amy's hand in his, and nodded with a smile.
Even though he didn't have a good impression of Fox, as the owner of a restaurant, it clearly wasn't appropriate for him to cause trouble during the meeting. Meg still had a discerning eye.
A few horse-drawn carriages with the city lord's castle insignia arrived not far away, and a few officials carrying piles of documents quickly strode toward the restaurant's entrance.
"The restaurant isn't very big, but it's very exquisite. I'm curious as to why Michael would choose this place as the venue for the meeting." Dracula was the first to walk into the restaurant.
"Welcome." Yabemiya smiled. After hearing Jinx's words, her mood had improved again. So there were still dragons who didn't look down on half-breeds. If only her father was a Golden Dragon as well.
Sally nodded in response. Even though she didn't like bloodthirsty vampires, she still had a good impression of this well-mannered vampire who was about to step in to help Meg and Amy.
Dracula's eyes lit up at the sight of the two of them, and he bowed with a smile. "Hello, beautiful ladies. I finally know why Lord Michael chose to hold the meeting here. Aside from the exquisite restaurant, the most important thing is that there are beautiful and elegant waitresses."
After everyone entered the restaurant, Michael turned to Meg with gratitude, and said, "Mr. Mak, thank you for what you did this morning at the area where the families of the deceased miners lived. You saved many people who were living in misery, and also removed a piece of haze from this city."
"I just happened to see it. We still have to rely on the city lord's castle and the Gray Temple to remove the haze from the city, but I hope that you can give the people living in this haze a chance to breathe. Let them know that the haze isn't actually an impenetrable fortress. As long as they reach out, someone outside the haze will be able to grab their hand and pull them out," Meg said with a serious expression.
"What do you think, Mr. Mak?" Michael turned to Meg with a serious expression. He was very surprised by the words that Brandli had told him about Meg. Meg wasn't just a chef who could say something like that.
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