A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Eiffie looked at Mag with despair.

I like you so much, but you just treat me as a tool?

How sorrowful…

Besides, once she accepted this arrangement, she probably would not see Mr. Hades and his family anymore.

Whatever was left between them would be monetary ties.

But under Mag's gentle gaze, she was unable to bring herself to say those hurtful words.

She knew she had fallen in too deep…

If it had been in the past, she would have definitely exclaimed, "Pah… Scoundrel!"

Mag saw the conflicted look on Eiffie's face, and said apologetically, "I know this is too much to ask for. Please do not take it to heart. Just take it that I've never said it."

If he had not been in a rush to save the world, he would not have thrown the tavern out right now. After all, he had to be the vanguard for the fight against the army of the dead.

"I'll have to consider it. After all, it's not a small matter," Eiffie said with a smile.

Mr. Hades's conditions were very enticing. Judgmg from Saipan Tavern's current profits, she just had to manage it to get 20% of its shares.

All emotions aside, this was a huge sum of money.

"Alright." Mag nodded. Eiffie was taking it seriously. That made him even more assured to hand the tavern over to her. It was still a multi-million business. Not just anyone could take over it.

Eiffie could be considered a professional in this industry. She had plenty of experience after years of running her tavern alone.

As for Mala…

It was just as Eiffie had said. Mala was too simple. Getting her to manage the tavern was too much to ask for.

"Young Mistress, are we here so early for the free meal?" Mala held a cleaver in

her hand as she asked Eiffie a question softly while rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"All you know is to eat." Eiffie's face flushed red as she smacked Mala's head.

"But we haven't had breakfast," Mala said with grievance as she took a step back.

"I'm going to get cucumber soup. Do you want any?" Eiffie asked.

"Yes." Mala nodded immediately. It had been days since she last had it, and she was rather craving for it.

"Master, I'll be back in a while," Mala told Mag before leaving with Eiffie.

Irina watched Eiffie leave, and looked at Mag with a smile as she said, "It seems like she'd fallen for you."

"Many have fallen for me, but I only have you in my heart," Mag said seriously.

"Heh. Glib talker." Irma rolled her eyes at Mag, but still could not help but smile.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ (ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

Hell. Women. Mag smiled to himself.

There was nothing going on in the morning. Mag took out the stack of information that Fitch had handed to him. Many of the businesses that provided their information according to the requirements included strong contenders from the food and entertainment industry.

However… aside from the pharmacy, what is the coffin shop doing here?

They couldn't wait for someone to die from overdrinking so that they could choose a good coffin and bring it home with them? On top of that, two brothels caught Mag's eye.

This was an era of legalized prostitution.

Brothels were a legalized entertainment center for men to vent their extra energy.

There were a few at Romo Street, but due to the loss of businesses in the entire street, the ladies were unable to get customers, and therefore they closed

down.

Now that Romo Street seemed to be making a comeback, the brothels set their eye on this land once again.

Based on the pricing of Titan Tavern and Saipan Tavern, the customers drinking here had enough spending power, and they were a source of top-quality customers.

"Don't all men like this?" Irina, who walked past, glanced at the information in Mag's hand, and paused in her steps.

"No. Those are just common men. A good man like me is a family man," Mag said righteously. After that, he threw the two pieces of paper with the information on the brothels into the bin.

"It's making money. There's no discrimination," Irina said with a smile. "It's mainly because these two are subpar." Mag shook his head.

"Oh, do you know of a better place?

"In heaven and on earth…" Mag glanced at Irina, whose gaze looked increasingly dangerous, and said, "…there's no place better than home. A man's fuel station should be a warm family."

"I have to make a trip to Chaos City to settle the affairs of the Night Elves. You can go back with the children tomorrow." Irina did not continue the nonsense with Mag.

"Alright. Be careful on the way." Mag nodded. He knew that there was a lot that Irina had to handle on the Night Elves' side.

After Irina left with her magic, Mag picked up the two papers he threw into the bin, and placed them at the bottom of the pile.

To create a holistic entertainment commercial street, it was important to have a holistic ecosystem.

With taverns as the core, the other aspects could not be missed out.

However, Mag was not in a rush. There was an increase in customers coming

over to take a look at the shops these few days. There was no fret that he could not get the shops rented out. The first thing he had to consider was who to choose.

This opera troupe is rather interesting. It seems they are quite broke. I wonder how they fare.

Mag looked at the application form of the Black Cat Opera House within the pile. They wanted the shop at the corner to make it into a theater, but their offer was very low.

However, interestingly, there was a line written in the application form in small handwriting, saying, "This is all that we have, please…"

There also was a small black cat stamp.

This offer was completely unattractive to anyone.

On top of that, an opera house would have limited attraction to men compared to brothels.

However, Mag was rather curious about this opera troupe.

One had to know that operas were considered a new form of entertainment even in Rodu, and there were barely any opera troupes around.

Mag went to one with his family once. The ticket cost 50 copper coins, but there was barely anything to watch.

It was horrible screeching and dancing with no beauty, and more than half of the customers left halfway through the performance.

However, this Black Cat Opera troupe described themselves as a "rather impressive" opera troupe, but was lacking a fixed performance venue, and thus they were in this difficult situation.

"In that case, I want to see if you are worth this shop." Mag pulled out that piece of paper, and kept the other information below the counter. After that, he went to Amy and Annie, and said, "Do you want to watch the Black Cat Opera perform?"

Amy's eyes lit up as she asked curiously, "Is it Caesar?

"Meow-" Ugly Duckling was rather interested upon hearing the name.

Caesar was Camilla's cat. Mag shook his head with a smile, and said, "No, it's an opera troupe."

Amy was rather confused, and asked, "In that case, do I have to bring my blankie along? The big sisters in the opera troupe could sing me to sleep." Mag glanced at Amy. The opera actors would probably want to beat her up if they heard that.

"I think we can bring three beds," Mag said with a smile.

After packing up briefly, Mag brought the two little ones out..