The playful expression on Evan's face instantly froze. His eyebrows trembled slightly as if he was trying to suppress his emotions. If he were to get angry at a little girl, it would be even more difficult to capture Chiwil's heart. During this period of time, he had also somewhat figured out some of Chiwil's preferences.
All the mercenaries immediately roared with laughter. They didn't have much of a good impression of Evan, who thought highly of himself and always had a smug expression. Since Chiwil had already allowed Meg and his daughter to board the carriage, and they would be separated once they reached the Illusionary Mist Valley, they naturally didn't have any hostility towards him. Furthermore, this little girl was indeed adorable. She had the ability to choke Evan to death with a single sentence.
"Little girl, do you think you can speak to Master Evan like that? He's a powerful third-tier ice magic caster! And he's also a spatial magic caster! I demand that you apologize to Master Evan immediately! " At this moment, a young girl sitting not far away from Evan suddenly stood up and looked angrily at Amy.
Meg looked up. The young girl was about 17 or 18 years old. She was wearing a blue and white dress. Her appearance was ordinary, and there was a white magic wand hanging from her waist. She looked like a magic caster, but she didn't even wear a magic caster's robe, so she should be a first-tier magic caster.
Seeing her angrily defending Evan, as if the most important person to her had been insulted, Meg thought of a phrase — "brainless fan".
"Look, big sister, your breasts are so small!" Amy looked at Eva with a surprised expression. She even pointed at her chest with her little finger and said, "It's like there's nothing there."
Everyone's gaze followed Amy's little finger. Sure enough, it was flat as if it had been washed clean. They couldn't help but nod in agreement.
"You, you, you …" Eva's expression suddenly changed. She immediately shrank back into her seat and hugged her knees with both hands, trying to cover her breasts. Her face was as red as a monkey's butt. She stared at Amy as if she wanted to eat both of them.
"Little brother, are you also a mercenary? Are you a knight or a magician? " Dennis, the minotaur demon sitting beside Mag, asked with a hearty smile. Everyone else also turned to Mag with a curious expression upon hearing that. Mag's equipment was simply too strange, and they couldn't quite figure out what he was doing.
Even Chiwil turned to look at Meg. He wanted to know why he was so confident and dared to bring his daughter into the wilderness. Strength was the only way to dote on her. If he wasn't strong enough, then it would be completely irresponsible.
Meg looked at everyone's curious eyes and said calmly, "Actually, I'm a chef."
"Hmm?"
Everyone was stunned. Looking at Meg, they felt as if they had misheard something.
"My father's cooking is super delicious," Ai Mi chimed in with a proud expression on her little face.
"Ch … Chef? Then why are you looking for an Ironhide Bull? " Dennis stared at Meg with wide eyes. He had thought that he had misheard, but judging from the proud tone in Amy's voice, it appeared that he hadn't misheard. However, he was still looking at Meg with a surprised expression.
All of the other mercenaries also wore similar expressions. In fact, they even felt that this was a little absurd. They were a group of battle-hardened mercenaries, yet they were sitting in the same carriage as a chef. Furthermore, they were heading toward the same destination.
"A chef?" Chiwil looked at Meg with slightly furrowed brows. He had thought that Meg was a rational and wise man, but if he really was just a chef who had brought his daughter into this perilous wilderness, then he definitely wouldn't be a good father. Or perhaps he didn't even know what a 4th-tier magic beast entailed.
"The restaurant is preparing to release a new dish that requires Ironhide Bull meat, so I went out to procure the ingredients." Meg replied with an honest expression. A mercenary who didn't know how to cook wasn't a good chef.
Furthermore, in terms of aptitude, he had the dragon-slaying tutorial that Meg Alex had left behind in his mind. It wasn't that he was looking down on everyone present, but they were all trash when it came to hunting.
"What a strange way of thinking … But do you know that an Ironhide Bull is a 4th-tier magic beast? Even I don't dare to face that big guy head-on. When it runs, it can easily crash through trees that are as thick as three or four people's arms. Its skin is as tough as steel, and even a 3rd-tier knight's full-force sword strike can only leave a shallow wound on its body. You don't even have a sword; are you … planning to engage it in a melee battle? " Scott asked as he looked at Meg with a longsword hanging from his waist. He was beginning to feel that this guy didn't seem to understand what he was going to face in the Illusionary Mist Valley.
"I actually have a weapon with me; it's a bull-slaying knife." Meg pointed at the bull-slaying knife in a black scabbard hanging from his waist.
All of the mercenaries' expressions became even more peculiar as they stared at Meg as if he were a freak. They had been mercenaries for half of their lives, but they had never heard of a mercenary bringing a bull-slaying knife with him on a mission.
Chiwil was also feeling a little conflicted. He was wondering if he should toss this clueless guy away and tell him to hurry back to Chaos City with his daughter. What was a chef doing here?
"A chef like you dares to come to the wilderness to seek death? Let me see what your bull-slaying knife looks like. Let me see if it can cut through trees." Evan looked at Meg with a mocking expression before extending his right hand toward Meg.
A burst of icy blue light appeared in Evan's hand, and the bull-slaying knife hanging from Meg's waist immediately began to tremble. The leather scabbard opened with a pop, and a brownish-black bull-slaying knife flew out of the scabbard amid a flash of cold light.
All of the mercenaries became rather nervous upon seeing this. Stealing someone's weapon was a taboo among mercenaries. To mercenaries, weapons were their most loyal partners. If such a situation occurred between two mercenaries, it was very likely that a duel would break out.
Chiwil was also a little displeased to see this. Evan's way of doing things was just as detestable as ever. However, he also wanted Meg to understand the dangers of the wilderness so that he could take his daughter back with him, so he didn't stop him.
"You can take a look, but you have to hold it tight. This knife is very fast." Meg smiled as he flicked a finger at the bull-slaying knife flying toward Evan.
"Ding!"
The bull-slaying knife, which was flying steadily toward Evan's hand, suddenly sped up, and spun toward Evan's crotch at an incredible speed.
"No!"
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