Sargeras, who was sitting at the door, tried to hold back his laughter. His shoulders were heaving up and down, and he was covering his mouth with his big hand. He was trying his best not to make any noise, but he still couldn't hold back his laughter.
If he wasn't afraid of Crassus' terrifying power and Amy's rules, he would have laughed out loud already.
The customers at the side glanced at the demon who was a little prone to laughter, and when he laughed, they slowly moved to the next table. Even if they had to share a table with others, they wanted to stay away from Sargeras.
Feeling the gazes on him, even Krassu couldn't stand it anymore. He forced a smile, and was about to say something to ease the atmosphere. Then Mag came out with a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice and put it in front of him. "Here's your Yangzhou fried rice," Mag said with a smile.
"Mr. Mak, how did you make this little guy who can dance and sing?" Crassus looked at Meg, and his eyes lit up. For one thing, he wanted to divert the attention, and for another, he was really curious about what this little guy was.
He didn't think it was magic, because there were no magic elements that he was familiar with. But other than magic, what else could explain this little guy who could sing and move on his own?
Everyone's eyes also landed on Meg. They were all very curious. What kind of person is this Mr. Mak? Not only is his food delicious, but he can also make such an exquisite and interesting thing. Is he really a powerful magic caster?
"This is not ordinary magic. There is something else. It's a little complicated to explain, and you might not understand it," Meg said seriously as he looked at Crassus.
"I … I might not understand it." Crassus felt that he was being looked down upon, but after opening his mouth, he felt that Meg's words made sense. He had been dealing with magic his whole life, and knew very little about things outside of magic.
Even his interpersonal skills were horrendous. Otherwise, with his status, all of the prodigies in Rodu would be sent to the Magus Tower for him to take in as his disciple. There was no need for him to come all the way here to find a disciple.
He wouldn't have gotten to where he was now, where he had to put his old face on the line just to dupe a restaurant owner's daughter into doing a talent test.
Seeing that Crassus had no intention to continue asking questions, Meg turned around and walked towards the kitchen. He didn't use the pile of mechanical theory that he had prepared. Although it was just some professional knowledge from his university days, it should be very effective in scaring people. After all, he did get a diploma from one of the top 20 universities in the world.
Amy smiled sweetly at Meg, as if she was asking for credit.
Meg glanced at his greasy hand and did not reach out to rub Amy's hair. Instead, he smiled at her affectionately before entering the kitchen.
Amy's performance could be said to be impeccable. She had done more than what he had told her to do this afternoon. If he were to see her like this, Crassus would probably start to doubt his life.
Harrison took a bite of his roujiamo and looked at Meg's back, his fat jiggling as he said, "Whether he is a magic caster or not, I think Mr. Mak is a very powerful person."
"I agree." Gjerj nodded, his fat jiggling as he sat opposite him. At the same time, he couldn't help but look at the music box in Amy's hand, and murmured, "I wonder if Mr. Mak will sell this thing? Parmer will love it if he sees it. "
The other customers looked at the two people who were behaving exaggeratedly, and nodded thoughtfully. They also felt that Meg was not an ordinary person.
Sargeras tried hard to hold back his laughter, but it made him feel even hungrier. However, he still sat there obediently and waited for his food to be served. He didn't ask the owner to serve his food eagerly or threaten to smash the restaurant as he used to do.
After all, even a 10th-tier magic caster could not do anything here. Sargeras was a bit hot-tempered, but he had traveled the continent for 50 years without encountering any major dangers. In fact, he was quite well-behaved.
After eating a few mouthfuls of fried rice, Crassus saw that the other customers were immersed in the joy of the food and did not continue to pay attention to him. He looked at Amy, who was lying on the counter, rubbing the kitten's head while staring at the little elf in the music box, and his thoughts started to run wild again.
After thinking for a while, Crassus smiled, and said, "Little girl, what I just said is actually not important. Misfortune may befall the Norland Continent one day, whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made one. At times like this, the powerful people can protect themselves and the people around them with their own abilities. And I have such an ability. Don't you want to learn magic and protect the things you want to protect? "
"I want to protect Father." Amy thought seriously for a while, and looked back at Meg in the kitchen with a determined look in her eyes.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling raised its head and meowed, trying to make its presence known.
"Not including you." Amy reached out and pressed Ugly Duckling's head down.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling meowed a little aggrievedly. Its voice was soft and seemed to be a little heart-wrenching.
"That's right. If you want to protect someone, you have to be powerful first. If you learn magic from me, you will be able to master this ability very quickly." Crassus nodded with a smile, trying to make himself look like a kind and reliable master.
Although Meg had mercilessly rejected his similar words yesterday, he still wanted to confirm whether Amy had the talent to learn magic first. If she really did have exceptional talent and was suitable to inherit his legacy, he would do his best to satisfy all of Meg's requests. After all, he was going to die in two years, and there was nothing he cared about anymore.
"Mm-hm, I also think you're right." Amy nodded, but before Crassus could smile, she looked at him suspiciously, and said, "But Grandpa Whitebeard, you can't even walk properly, and you can't even protect yourself. You want to teach me how to protect Father? My opponents … are only children about the same age as me? "
"Well …" Crassus's expression stiffened again. This little girl's little brain was full of all kinds of things. She didn't follow the normal routine at all.
"Also, what the hell do you mean by your opponents are children?" Crassus raised his eyebrows. His opponents had been orcs since he was 18 years old.
When he was 24 years old, he smashed a giant dragon's head with his staff for the first time. Although it was a low-energy green dragon, he started to climb to the top after that. Bullying children had nothing to do with him.
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