Amy turned to Meg with an anxious expression. Why would Father say something like that? What if Big Sister Irina got upset?
Irina had a playful look in her eyes, and a dangerous aura emanated from behind her smile.
Mag could sense a frosty aura sweeping toward him, and he wanted to slap himself for jumping into such an obvious trap. He forced a smile onto his face, and said, "No, I'm not displeased with you, Princess Amy. I'm very happy that you're treating Amy so well, even though you're of such high status. I'm just upset with myself for making the princess carry Amy, while I'm carrying an ugly duckling. "
"Is that really the case?" Irina looked into Meg's eyes.
"Of course." Mag nodded with certainty. His gaze was firm and unwavering.
"Alex has never lied to me. Even though I feel like he's changed a little, I don't think he'll lie to me." Irina withdrew her gaze and walked toward the alleyway with Amy in her arms. "Let's eat. I'm hungry."
"Phew …" Meg heaved a sigh of relief. He felt as if he had pulled his foot back from the jaws of death.
"Good luck, Father!" Amy said soundlessly to Meg as she clenched her little fists to encourage him.
Meg nodded and composed himself. He quickly followed along with Ugly Duckling in his arms. Even if it was to create a strong image of his father in front of Amy, he couldn't back down!
After exiting the alleyway, a bustling and wide street appeared before the three of them.
There were two or three stories tall European-style buildings on both sides of the street. They were mainly greyish-yellow in color, with domed roofs and stone pillars. There were also a series of restaurants situated on both sides of the street.
There were also a series of small stalls on both sides of the street, where chefs from all over the world were displaying their skills. Xixi was bustling with activity as people passed through the stalls and restaurants.
There were all kinds of delicious aromas wafting through the air, and it was like a river of delicious food.
Meg looked at the bustling crowd on the Xixi Street, and couldn't help but exclaim internally, "It's not inferior to the modern Gourmet Street at all."
However, there was a clear difference between the customers who wandered around the street stalls and the customers who went in and out of the high-end restaurants.
The customers of the street stalls were obviously dressed shabbily. Most of them seemed to be ordinary civilians. It was rare to see someone who was dressed extravagantly.
As for the customers entering and leaving the restaurant, most of them were dressed extravagantly. Carriages picked them up and dropped them off. It could be said that they were clearly separated.
Meg wasn't too disgusted or cynical about this. After all, Mamy's had a higher threshold than the other restaurants on the street.
However, almost the entire street was like this, and there were even restaurant doors that brazenly prohibited civilians from entering, which still made him frown.
The political system of the Roth Empire was similar to that of England during the Middle Ages. However, after establishing the Roth Empire, the king of the Roth Empire adopted a policy of centralization of power. The nobles had the right to use their territory, but they didn't have the right to own it. This was similar to the national system in China during the Sui and Tang dynasties.
This approach allowed the king to have a high degree of centralization of power, giving him the power to oversee the entire empire, and ensuring that his policies and orders were carried out perfectly.
However, the flaws of the feudal system were almost identical. The nobles didn't have the right to own any land, but they were still part of the upper class of the Roth Empire. They had many special privileges, and there was no equality between them and the commoners.
The restaurant doors that blatantly prohibited civilians from entering was only a small part of this feudal empire. In the eyes of the nobles, commoners were nothing more than lowly beings who could be killed.
Meg looked at the conspicuous sign on the door of a rotisserie by the name of Cary's Rotisserie, and clenched his fists as he thought to himself, I should tear down a sign like this and stick it on the owner's face.
Compared to this city, he really did prefer Chaos City. At the very least, it gave him a sense of hope for equality.
"What do you want to eat?" Irina asked in a nonchalant manner as she looked at Meg.
"I think …" Meg withdrew his gaze, and began to look around with a serious expression.
"Let's go to this rotisserie." Irina carried Amy over to the rotisserie next door.
"…" Meg looked at Irina's departing figure. She didn't need an answer from him at all. He quickly caught up to her, and shrugged as he pointed at the sign on the door, and said, "I'm a commoner, not a noble."
"I also hate being called a noble, but as long as you're standing beside me, you're very important." Irina stopped in her tracks as she looked at Meg.
"This feeling of being a kept man … really is awesome!" Meg's eyes gradually widened as he raised an eyebrow.
Meg tried his best to repress his urge to live off Irina, and shook his head firmly as he said, "I don't want to become a noble, either. My restaurant should be more expensive than theirs, but I've never restricted who comes to eat there."
"Rip."
Irina stared at Meg for a while before tearing down the sign on the door, and tossing it aside as she asked, "Are you happy now?"
"I'm getting a little flustered …" Meg looked at the sign on the ground, then at Irina's calm expression, and was momentarily at a loss for words.
Irina's act of tearing down the sign on the door of Kerry's Rotisserie immediately attracted the attention of many people.
The beautiful and holy Irina was breathtaking, while the little half-elf girl in her arms was adorable and adorable. They were like a pair of jade statues, and no one was able to look away from them.
Everyone then followed the gazes of Irina and the little half-elf girl to Meg, who was standing off to the side with Ugly Duckling in his arms, and peculiar looks immediately appeared on everyone's faces.
"He's clearly a lucky bastard. He's a grown man, but he's holding a kitten!"
"That's right. Look at how cute that little girl is. If he didn't find a beautiful wife, would he have been able to give birth to her?"
"That's right. What a beautiful flower, stuck in a pile of cow dung!"
As Meg listened to those sour words, he felt inexplicably good. It was just like in his previous life when he saw those anti-fans continuously spamming his Weibo: "If you didn't have a good father, you would be nothing!" "If you didn't have good reincarnation skills, which internet celebrity would fancy you?" "If you didn't …"
Now that he thought about it, he really did miss it.
He liked this feeling of jealousy and envy when everyone was unhappy with him, but they still had to watch from the side.
Reincarnation was a skill, so how could he be blamed?
Look at how good his craftsmanship is. He has drawn the best lot twice.
There was no solution.
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