The girl stared at him for a while, and then threw a small gourd at him helplessly. She said it was spring water from her home, and it would help to quench his thirst. Then, she continued to climb upstairs.
The Magus Tower wasn't a place that anyone could enter, especially outsiders. It was a forbidden area. However, Crassus wanted to feel some care and warmth before he left this world, so he opened the gourd and took a sip. Only then did he realize that it was the Milk of Life, which was even more precious than the Spring of Life.
There were only three drops, but it was those three drops of Milk of Life that had extended his life for more than 10 years.
She really gave such a precious thing to an old man whom she didn't even know. She didn't even ask for his name, as if it was a gourd of spring water from her home.
He later found out that she was the princess of the elves, the only heir to the throne. She did bring the Milk of Life from her home, and thought it was just right to quench his thirst. She gave it to him when she saw him coughing so badly.
That was the first time she came to the Roth Empire. She came with an elven minister for a friendly visit. Somehow, she fooled the guards at the entrance of the Magus Tower and went all the way up to the 36th floor. On the top floor, she wrote "The elven princess was here!" before she went down the tower with satisfaction.
Because of her special status, the king couldn't blame her. He even left the line of green words on the top of the Magus Tower for her as a proof of the peace and friendship between the two races.
"Okay." Crassus collected his thoughts and nodded at Amy with a smile. Maybe it was because she was half elven, but this little girl's eyebrows did resemble her. He pushed open the door and walked out of the restaurant.
He hadn't received greetings from the elves for a few years. All news about that incident had been blocked, and he had only heard about it. General Alex had died in the demon's ambush, and there had been no news about her in the past few years. Apart from a small group of people who stood at the top of the two races, no one would connect the two incidents.
"Seems like the owner doesn't want the little girl to leave him. Is he asking him to go to the Magus Tower with her?" Crassus looked back at the restaurant and murmured. He walked away slowly with his staff.
"How did this guy come out of the coffin tower?" Not far away, Julian was standing at the entrance of the magic potion shop in his black robe. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the receding Crassus with a ball of dark green flames dancing in his hand. He suddenly turned to look at the restaurant nearby, where Meg was walking out with Amy, who was holding Ugly Duckling in her arms. His gaze fell on Amy, and his brows furrowed even deeper as he murmured to himself, "Could it be that that old bastard wants to take this little girl as his disciple?"
Meg also noticed Julian's gaze from afar. Although he knew that Amy was a genius, the feeling of being stared at by others still made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Besides, Crassus looked more decent. The status of a royal consecrator was an honor, but it also represented a responsibility and restraint. His neighbor, who was wearing a black mage robe, gave him the feeling that he was a dark mage. Whether it was his appearance, his voice, or his slow movements, they all exuded a sinister aura.
"Good morning, Grandpa Turtle. Good morning, Black Coal, Green Pea." Amy stopped in her tracks and greeted him with a smile.
"Turtle …" Meg raised an eyebrow. Although Julian was a little hunchbacked, most people didn't like to be given a nickname because of that. It could be said that it was a little impolite. Amy might not understand, but he couldn't just let it go like that. He was just about to apologize.
"Morning." Julian looked up at him in response. His voice sounded like two pieces of metal rubbing against each other, and it was a little harsh and scary.
Meg swallowed his words. It seemed that he didn't dislike it. However, he felt like he had just seen Crassus' gaze. If he also wanted to take Amy as his disciple, then he would have a headache.
Black Coal still had two leaves on its body, and it leaned over to look at Ugly Duckling in Amy's arms. "Amy, what's that ugly thing in your arms?"
"It's clearly much cuter than you, but aren't cats only white and black? Why is it orange and white? "Green Pea also leaned over, and gave Black Coal a disdainful look before asking curiously.
"Meow!" Ugly Duckling meowed at Black Coal, and stretched out its little pink paws as if it wanted to show off its sharp claws. However, even its meow now had a soft, baby voice.
"A cat!" Black Coal jumped back in shock. However, when he looked at Ugly Duckling in Amy's arms, he raised his head proudly, and said, "The esteemed Fama Odin Ben wouldn't be afraid of an ugly kitten with an abnormal color."
"It's not a cat. It's Ugly Duckling." Amy shook her head, and stroked Ugly Duckling's head to comfort it. She looked at Black Coal, and said, "Black Coal, you're clearly the ugliest here. Ugly Duckling can only be ranked second now. Furthermore, it can grow up."
Black Coal became a little nervous upon hearing that. He looked at Ugly Duckling, who was wagging its little tail proudly in Amy's arms, and said with disdain, "I'm not afraid of this little thing. With its short legs, do you think it can jump so high into the cage? Besides, it grew up in a restaurant. You're going to die of fat. "
"Let's go, Amy. I still have to go back to the restaurant to prepare the ingredients." Meg smiled as he stroked Amy's head. The ingredients for the la zhi meat mask had to be prepared in advance, and he felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Julian.
"Goodbye." Amy waved her hand, and left with Meg.
"Maybe I can also check her out. If she's suitable for dark magic, it would be interesting to steal a disciple from that old guy Crassus …" Julian murmured to himself as he watched Amy's back.
Meg bought some goat's milk from the market, and filled a bottle for Amy and Ugly Duckling. Seeing the two little ones sucking happily, he poured a cup for himself and drank it. Although strengthening one's body couldn't be completed in a day or two, he could still feel his strength slowly increasing.
Meg looked at the mission progress chart in his mind as he kneaded the dough. He didn't have to worry about the mission of selling 1,000 roujiamos. With his current progress, he could complete it in about six days.
However, there were only 10 more customers in the restaurant in the morning, which meant that there were only 10 new customers. There were too many old customers, and this growth rate made him a little anxious.
I have to improve my efficiency. It takes too much time to order and serve food. Amy obviously can't handle these two tasks. It's about time to hire someone, Meg thought.
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