"The grandpa who sells matches?" Meg was taken aback. Looking at Amy's sympathetic eyes, he suddenly remembered the story of the little match girl that he had told her before. It seemed that she had mistaken Crassus, who had been waiting outside the window for a long time, as a poor man who had no money to eat.
However, this magic caster didn't look like a poor man. Judging from his demeanor and temperament, he was either an expert or someone who had been in a high position for a long time. He didn't show the slightest bit of surprise at the various furnishings in the restaurant, which showed that these things weren't rare to him. The so-called vision and background could often be seen from the small details.
"Yes, look at how pitiful he is. He has been waiting outside the window for so long, and no one has bought a match from him. Why don't we buy one for him?" Amy nodded at Meg, and then looked at Crassus with pity, and comforted him. "Grandpa, don't worry. Although you will starve to death even if we buy one match, you are still better off than that little girl who didn't even sell a match. You should be able to die without regrets."
Crassus was a little taken aback by Amy's words. This little girl seemed to have misunderstood something. He shook his head with a smile, and said, "Little girl, I'm actually not selling —"
"I know you must be cold and hungry, and want to eat roast goose, right?" Amy interrupted Crassus. She hugged Ugly Duckling and shrank back a little, and said with vigilance and difficulty, "But Ugly Duckling is still a baby. You can't eat it. You have to raise it."
"Meow!" Ugly Duckling turned its head to look up at Amy with its eyes wide open. It realized that things weren't as simple as it seemed.
"…" Crassus was at a loss for words. He didn't seem to have said anything, and this little girl had put a strange identity on him. He had become a poor old man who wanted to eat roast goose even though he didn't have money to eat. Most importantly, what did this have to do with that cat-like little beast?
Looking at the vigilant Amy, Meg almost burst out laughing. Seeing the awkward look on Crassus's face, he hurriedly said with a smile, "Sorry, Amy took my story seriously. What would you like to eat? The menu is on the table. You can check it yourself. La zhi roujiamo is sold out."
"Alright." Crassus didn't think much of it. He sat down across from Amy and leaned his wand against the glass window behind him. He smiled kindly at Amy and picked up the menu on the table.
His purpose of entering the restaurant was to test whether Amy had the talent to learn magic, and at the same time, to find out the intentions of the restaurant owner. However, asking such a question as soon as he sat down was obviously a bit abrupt.
Of course, he wasn't worried that someone would refuse his request. As long as he revealed his identity, the people on the Norland Continent who wanted to be his disciple could line up from the imperial palace to the gate of the capital.
Accepting a half-elf as his disciple would put him under some pressure from the outside world, but he didn't care about that anymore after he was over 120 years old. Now, he just wanted to find a suitable disciple and pass on all he had learned in his life.
As for whether the disciple was a human, an elf, or even a half-elf Crassus, he didn't care. They could say whatever they wanted. Who would dare to teach an old man like him a lesson?
This restaurant was the most comfortable one he had been to in Chaos City these days. Of course, it was only comfortable. Compared with the imperial palace of the Roth Empire, it was far from luxurious.
The restaurant had been very lively earlier. Since there were so many customers in such a corner, he thought that the restaurant must have a good variety of dishes. However, when he opened the menu, he found that there were only two dishes on it. Just now, the owner said that la zhi roujiamo was sold out, which meant that only the top dish, "Yangzhou fried rice," was available now.
"Boss, what's this Yangzhou fried rice?" Crassus looked up at Meg and asked. He had lived for more than 120 years, and had never heard of this kind of food. And 600 copper coins was not cheap. One plate was enough to feed an ordinary family of three for 10 days.
"It's super delicious! It's super delicious rainbow fried rice! " Amy answered quickly. Then she looked at Crassus worriedly, and said, "I know you want to eat it, but we don't take matches. We only take cash. If you don't pay after eating it, I'll set you on fire."
"Actually, I have money." Crassus smiled gently. An old, skinny hand reached out from his loose magician robe and laid flat on the table. There were two dragon coins in his palm.
"Huh? Don't you sell matches? "Amy looked at the dragon coins in Crassus' hand with a puzzled expression.
"I don't sell matches, but if you want, I can make a match for you." Crassus snapped his fingers on the table, and a match as thick as a pinky and two fingers long appeared on his fingertip.
Mag looked at this scene with astonishment. This was a magic that was more advanced than magic. Creating something out of thin air was indeed an impressive feat.
Compared to Amy's Fireball, which could only cause destruction, Crassus' ability to make a match was more like a technical work. It was as if he had integrated magic into his daily life. He could do it so easily, he thought to himself. This must be a very powerful magician.
"Wow! Do you know magic? "Amy looked at the match in Crassus' hand, and her eyes lit up.
Crassus smiled and nodded. "I'm a magician. Of course I know magic. This is just a little trick. The real magic can drive back dragons and stop trolls. Do you want to learn it?"
"Huh?" Meg thought Crassus was going to order food. He didn't expect him to change the topic and try to persuade Amy to learn magic. This made him a little wary.
Although Amy also wanted to learn magic, their identities were a little special, and they couldn't expose it yet.
Meg secretly left the capital with Amy and came to Chaos City because he didn't want to live under the ridicule of those people.
Those people left him alive that night because they wanted to see him make a fool of himself. But later, he faked a suicide scene, changed his appearance, and settled down here. Four years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Most people should have thought that they were dead, but the safety of the father and daughter was at stake, so they couldn't be too careful. Besides, Amy's magic talent was very likely inherited from her mother. If it was a talent unique to the elven royal family, then it was even more important to find a trustworthy magic caster to be her teacher.
"No, I don't want to." She pointed at Mag, and proudly said, "My father is also a super powerful magic caster. He conjured up a beautiful restaurant, and he can cook all kinds of delicious food. Can you do that?" Mag nodded. Mag nodded. "That's right.
Crassus was stunned. He really didn't know how to cook.
However, when he looked up at Meg, Crassus didn't sense any magic waves from him. The restaurant was also built and decorated with ordinary materials.
Although the materials used were much better than ordinary restaurants, it had nothing to do with magic. It seemed that the owner had told some lies in order to create a good image in his daughter's heart.
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