"You're saying that Crassus has also come to Rodu, and he took his disciple to the Magus Tower to defeat Kola?
"Furthermore, Irina also beat Brent up in the Magus Tower at the same time?"
Within a unicorn carriage that had just sped out of the royal palace, Josh's brows furrowed slightly as he looked at the magic caster sitting across from him.
The magic caster nodded respectfully, and replied, "That's right, Your Highness. The president is more concerned about whether Princess Irina will continue to attack the Magus Tower. When the time comes, the Magus Tower will retaliate."
Josh's expression remained calm as he said, "I'll go and meet Irina in person. Tell the president to rest assured that she most likely won't attack the Magus Tower again. As for Crassus, if the president can mend his relationship with him and get him to stand on our side, then that would naturally be a good thing. His disciple is currently living in my manor, so I'll be sure to push for that. Please apologize to the president on my behalf. "
"Alright, I'll report to the president right away." The black-robed magic caster nodded, and the horse-drawn carriage stopped at the entrance of an alleyway before disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.
The horse-drawn carriage continued onward, and Josh's brows furrowed tightly as he murmured to himself, "Is it just a coincidence that they appeared there at the same time? She's not even four years old, yet she was able to defeat Kola with ease; such aptitude and power are hard to come by even once in 1,000 years. If Meg isn't Alex, then could that little girl be their daughter? "
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"Your Highness, we've lost contact with the two Cheetah members who were tailing them. Should we send more people to track them down?" Quinn asked in a quiet voice as he appeared in a private room on the second floor of a restaurant.
Sean shook his head in response. "There's no need for that. As long as Crassus doesn't want to, no one will be able to keep an eye on him."
Quinn continued, "I just received some information about Crassus. Two months ago, he took in a half-elf disciple who's around three years old in Chaos City. That disciple's father is the owner of a restaurant by the name of Amy's.
According to the latest news from the Mage Tower, Crassus brought his disciple to the Mage Tower and defeated Richard's disciple. Brent was attacked by an unknown person in the Magus Tower and was severely injured. "
Sean made his way over to the window with a smile, and said, "Josh invited the father of Crassus' disciple to cook for the king, but Crassus and his disciple wreaked havoc in the Magus Tower. If I'm not mistaken, the mysterious person who beat up Brent was most likely Irina. After that, she reunited with Crassus and the others before boarding the same horse-drawn carriage as the second prince's manor. To put it simply, did Joshua find someone to slap the face of the Magus Tower? "
"Could it be... there's already a rift between Joshua and the Magus Tower? Is that why he hired someone to attack the Magus Tower? "Quinn was rather surprised to hear this.
Sean shook his head, and said, "If it were someone else, that would be a possibility. However, Crassus and Irina are not people who can be bribed, so it's most likely that even Joshua himself didn't expect something like this to happen.
However, this is undoubtedly a good thing for us. If we can get the spy in the Magus Tower to instigate this, it'll be a good thing for us as long as we can create a rift between Joshua and the Magus Tower. "
"Yes," Quinn replied in a respectful manner before departing.
"Regardless of whether you're Alex or not, perhaps we're on the same side again this time." Sean picked up a glass of wine from the table and downed it in one gulp.
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In the face of Meg's question, Sinclair only faltered for a second before nodding without any hesitation. "It's a deal. You can use all of the ingredients and kitchenware for free as long as you pay the cost of the ingredients. If necessary, I can even be your assistant."
Meg looked at Sinclair, who had only taken three seconds to put the apron on Sinclair and shove a boning knife into his hand. The bearded man was more enthusiastic than he had expected, and he nodded with a smile as he said, "Thank you. If it's possible, I'll need you to help me collect the money. I'll pay you double the salary of a cashier."
"It's my pleasure, Sir," Sinclair replied with a smile. Cindy said with a smile. Out of nowhere, she pulled out an apron with the word "cashier" written on it and put it on.
Sinclair could sense Meg's peculiar gaze, and an awkward smile appeared on his face as he said, "I had prepared this because I thought business would be booming, but I haven't had the chance to use it yet."
"Very good." Meg nodded with a smile. This temporary employee was quite interesting.
Ike chuckled coldly as he looked at Mag, and said, "Do you think a simple roadside stall can prove anything? People with real status would never stoop so low as to eat from a roadside stall like yours! A chef like you is only fit to stand on the side of the road for the rest of your life, cooking low-class barbecue for commoners! "
"Barbecue doesn't become noble just because of who eats it." Mag looked at Ike with a calm expression, and said, "How about we make a bet? I'll spend half a day cooking roast meat here, and let's see if my humble roadside stall attracts more customers during that time, or if your self-proclaimed high-class rotisserie is going to attract more customers? If you lose, you're not allowed to put up this sign in the future, and if I lose, you can do whatever you want with me. "
"You said it yourself!" Ike glared at Meg, and countless ways to punish Meg had already appeared in his mind.
His restaurant was the most popular barbecue stall on the food street, and over 1,000 customers were served every day. How dare he challenge Cary by renting a small roadside stall? What a fool! In order to protect Cary's reputation, he had no choice but to accept this bet.
Of course, what he wanted to do more than anything else was to grind Cary's disgusting face into the ground.
Meg nodded, and said, "Very good, then let's begin now. Find a worker to keep an eye on my stall and record the number of customers. I'll keep track of all the customers who enter and leave your restaurant."
"You're going to cry." Ike harrumphed coldly before entering the barbecue stall. Soon, a worker came out and stood beside the stall, looking down at Meg and Sinclair with his nostrils.
Sinclair approached Meg, and whispered, "Aren't you being a little too harsh on yourself, sir? If you want to leave now, I can cover for you. "
"I'm going to be super busy in a while. I hope you're good at math." Meg patted Sinclair on the shoulder with a smile. "By the way, you can call me Mr. Mak. Can you find me some paper and a pen?"
"Paper and a pen? I just bought a new one for my daughter today. "Sinclair rummaged under the cart for a while, and pulled out a stack of white paper and a quill.
"Thank you." Meg accepted the pen and paper, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the paper. Soon, a piece of paper was pasted onto the original sign of the barbecue stall.
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