Crassus put down the spoon gently. There was not a single grain of rice left on the plate. He chewed the last mouthful of fried rice carefully, savoring the taste spreading in his mouth.
After swallowing, it turned into a warm current, nourishing his almost dried up flesh and blood. It was as if a new life force was blooming. Even if it was just the last radiance of the setting sun, it made him feel that life had become better.
"Boss, give me another helping." Crassus put down the spoon and looked up at Meg. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had the urge to have another bowl of fried rice, but today, he felt that he could have another bowl.
"I'm sorry, sir. The opening hours for this morning have ended, and it's been more than three minutes. You can come back during other opening hours." Meg shook his head slightly. The clock on the wall was already pointing to 9: 03. His expression showed that there was no room for negotiation.
Crassus looked at Meg, took out three dragon coins, and put them on the table gently. "I just want another helping. I'm willing to pay double."
"Sorry, this is the restaurant's rule." Meg still shook his head. If it were an old man, he might have made an exception and agreed. But since it was Crassus, he couldn't wait for him to leave as soon as possible. In his opinion, this was a somewhat dangerous person.
"Father …" Amy looked up at Meg, a little hesitant. She felt that the white-bearded grandpa looked quite pitiful, and even offered double the price. But when she saw Meg's expression, she swallowed the rest of her words.
"Okay, come back at noon for the next helping." Crassus looked at Meg deeply to make sure that he wasn't expecting him to continue raising the price. He reached out and put away the two dragon coins. Although he wanted to ask about the Spring of Life, he hesitated and decided to bring it up later.
He straightened his magician's robe and sat up a little. He looked at Meg and said, "Boss, apart from that, I have something to discuss with you. I'm Crassus, a tenth-tier magician from the Roth Empire. As I'm getting old, I want to take in a disciple to inherit my legacy. I just sensed a strange magic wave from this little girl. Can you let me check her talent? Maybe she and I are fated. "
Meg's pupils contracted. A 10th-tier magic caster was the most powerful magic caster on the Norland Continent. There were no more than 15 10th-tier magic casters on the entire continent.
There were only four or five worshippers in the Roth Empire, but this Crassus shouldn't have been on the list. However, judging from his expression, it was as if he was talking about something normal, and didn't seem to be lying.
"If you want to take Amy as your disciple, are you planning to bring her back to Rodu?" Meg asked calmly as he looked at Crassus.
Crassus nodded. "Yes, there are many tools in the Mage Tower that are suitable for beginners to practice magic. There is also a complete magic room there, which makes it easier for the learner to become familiar with magic. As my apprentice, she has the right to enter the Mage Tower. It is the holy land in the hearts of all magicians."
The Mage Tower was a revered place in the hearts of most magic casters on the Norland Continent. The Mage Tower was an important reason why Rodu was able to retain a terrifying number of magic casters. Even a normal person should know what it meant to enter the Mage Tower, so he wasn't worried that Meg would refuse.
Meg shook his head without any hesitation. "Sorry, I don't want Amy to leave my side, and I won't let her go to Rodu alone, so I don't think we're fated."
"Yes, I won't leave Father." Amy nodded. She sat down in her chair, and reached out to grab one of Meg's fingers.
"This …" Crassus faltered. He was a 10th-tier magic caster, and a worshipper of the Roth Empire. He wanted to test Amy. If she met the requirements, he could take her as his disciple and bring her back to the Rodu Magus Tower to learn magic.
Even the nobles in the imperial capital would go crazy over such an offer. He didn't think that he would be rejected by the owner of a small restaurant in Chaos City.
Along the way, Krassu had seen a lot of potential candidates. Many people even wanted to send their children to him, even if they wanted to be apprentices. Krassu didn't even need to reveal his identity.
However, Meg didn't even want to give him a chance to test Amy. He was a little surprised by this, but he didn't lose his composure. He smiled again, and said, "Boss, you're in Chaos City, so you might not know much about magic casters. The Magus Tower —"
"You want Amy to leave me? That's enough. I don't want to know anything else." Meg cut off Crassus. He glanced at his watch, and said with a polite smile, "Sorry, sir. We still have to go out to buy some goat's milk for the little one. If you don't have anything else to say, please come back during the next opening hours."
"That's right. Ugly Duckling is starving." Amy stroked Ugly Duckling's head and nodded. She took out four gold coins from her pocket and put them on the table. Then, she took away the dragon coin, and said to Crassus, "White-bearded Grandpa, you're so thin. It's a waste to eat too much. Anyway, you won't grow any taller. Let's save it for the next meal. Here's your change."
"…" Crassus had mixed feelings. If others knew that he was rejected because he didn't care about a little kitten and goat's milk, no one would believe it.
Although he hadn't accepted any disciples along the way, almost everyone respected him very much, and wanted to give him money to test Amy.
But now, something like this had happened. Furthermore, the father and daughter were sending him off in unison. They didn't have any intention of negotiating at all.
"Alright, I'll come back next time." After being rejected for the first time, Crassus reluctantly put away the gold coins on the table, picked up his magic staff, and walked toward the door.
"Be careful of the stairs, White-bearded Grandpa. If you fall, you won't be able to get up," Amy said to Crassus, who was holding the door handle.
Crassus' hand suddenly froze. He turned around abruptly to look at Amy, who had a worried look on her little face. He seemed to see the elf girl from all those years ago.
At that time, he was holding onto the windowsill on the 32nd floor of the Magus Tower and coughing violently. His life was about to come to an end. Suddenly, a crisp and worried voice sounded from behind him. "Be careful of the windowsill, White-bearded Grandpa. If you fall, you might smash someone to death."
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