"Okay, please wait a moment." Meg nodded and turned to the kitchen. He was quite satisfied with Amy's answer. At least the little girl didn't agree to teach her magic immediately. However, it seemed that this magic caster didn't intend to give up, so he was still a little wary.
"White-bearded Grandpa, where are you from?" Ai Mi was sure that Crassus wasn't here to sell matches and that he had money on him, so she wasn't in a hurry to let him go. She asked curiously.
"My name is Crassus Io. I'm from Rodu, the capital of the Roth Empire. It took me half a year to reach Chaos City, which is dozens of times bigger than Chaos City," Crassus said with a smile, trying to make his voice and expression as friendly as possible.
If the people in the Tower of Offerings saw the usually serious and even rigid Lord Crassus talking to a little girl in such a friendly manner, they would be shocked speechless.
Meg, who had just reached the kitchen door, suddenly stopped and couldn't help but clench his fists.
Half of the powerful human magic casters were in Rodu, the capital of the Roth Empire. The most powerful ones were enshrined in the glorious 36-story Magus Tower in the palace. These people were worshiped by the royal family, so that tower was also called the Tower of Offerings.
Two of the three magic casters who attacked him back then were from the Tower of Offerings, which meant that the incident was tacitly approved by the royal family, or at least, it was incited by some of the royal family.
Although the incident had shaken the empire's military, the king ordered the Magus Tower to be reorganized, and two small fries from the royal family were thrown out as scapegoats to suppress the incident.
Meg found the name Crassus in the memory of his predecessor. He was one of the magic casters enshrined in the royal family of the empire. It was said that he was more than 120 years old, and was a little mysterious and reclusive. He rarely stepped out of the Magus Tower, and never participated in any important events in the Roth Empire. Even the king couldn't do anything about him.
As a knight, Meg didn't care much about mages, and had never seen Crassus before. Until now, he still didn't know if the incident back then was the result of a discussion among all the mages in the Mage Tower, or if the two mages were instructed to do so.
But no matter what, Meg had to keep Amy away from Crassus. The Tower of Worship was too complicated, and Crassus, as one of the most senior Magicians, must have heard about the incident back then. His judgment could not be underestimated.
Furthermore, he was trying to entice Amy into joining Rodu, and that made him feel a little uneasy. He definitely wasn't going to allow Amy to leave his side, and he definitely wasn't going to let her go to that lifeless Magus Tower in Rodu.
Having made up his mind, Meg went straight into the kitchen and started preparing the ingredients to make Yangzhou fried rice.
"Has he been walking for half a year?" Amy raised her head and thought for a while.
Just when Crassus thought she was going to ask Crassus what fun things there were in Rodu, Amy sighed. She looked at Crassus, and said earnestly, "White-bearded Grandpa, you're already so old, but you've been walking for more than half a year. It's better for you to stay at home. If you fall on the road, other people will have to carry you back. That's so troublesome."
Crassus almost choked on his own breath. If he took a horse-drawn carriage from Rodu to Chaos City, it would take him about 20 days to get there every day.
But his goal was to find a good seedling, so he took a lot of detours and visited many places along the way. He didn't expect Amy to be the best evidence that half of his leg was already in the ground.
"Actually, I know more powerful magic …" Crassus tried to calm himself down, and tried to attract Amy's attention with magic again.
Amy looked down at Ugly Duckling, and asked, "Ugly Duckling, do you want to see it?"
Ugly Duckling glanced at Crassus, and shook its head.
Amy also shrugged, and said, "I don't want to see it, either."
"…" For the first time, Crassus felt that children weren't as gullible as he thought. Or rather, this half-elf girl was more difficult to deal with than he thought. She had a sharp tongue and a jumpy mind. She didn't follow the rules at all.
Just when Crassus was thinking hard about how to make Amy interested in him, Meg came out with a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. He put it in front of him, and said with a smile, "Your Yangzhou fried rice."
"What's this?" Crassus looked at the colorful fried rice in front of him, and his eyes immediately lit up. Just like Amy said, the rice was as colorful as a rainbow, and it was fried into a plate. The rice wrapped in golden eggs and the various ingredients that were the size of rice grains had been cut into pieces by exquisite knife skills.
The unique aroma of the eggs and the various ingredients made him swallow involuntarily. Such a rich aroma was even more enticing than the ones made by the chefs in the palace. Crassus, who had lost his appetite for many years, had an urge to try it.
He picked up the spoon, and put a spoonful into his mouth. The eggs wrapped in the rice were so tender, and the salty gravy flowed out of the ham after he bit into it. The taste of all the ingredients combined together made him feel as if his taste buds, which had been dormant for a long time, had been reborn. They were nourished by the delicious taste, and he was experiencing what it was like to be delicious again.
"This is!" However, when he bit into the rice wrapped in the egg, he suddenly opened his eyes. The rice was exceptionally sweet and refreshing, and had a comforting aroma that flowed down his throat and nourished every part of his body.
It was this familiar smell that surprised and puzzled him. It was the smell of the Spring of Life!
It was the holy spring of the elves. Years ago, when an interesting elf girl came to visit him, she brought him a small bottle of the Spring of Life. The smell left a deep impression on him, and it was the most important reason why he had been able to survive all these years.
Even he had only tasted it three times in his life. The other two times were the benefits of being a consecrator of the royal family. It was a pity that the girl, such a good girl, had met the wrong person.
Moreover, where did the smell of the Spring of Life come from in this Yangzhou fried rice? Did the owner pour the Spring of Life into the rice when he was cooking? Even if it was only a drop, it was still something incredible.
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