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

Chapter 1628: Princess Irina Is A Reasonable Person Indeed

The roasted pig’s eyes came crashing like a mudslide towards the bias most of the clients had against pig’s eyes, making this dark cuisine win the hearts of many people.

Of course, there were customers who walked out praying for their sins as they rubbed their round bellies.

“These crazy and scary customers finished the eyes of almost 1,000 pigs tonight,” Yabemiya said with a shocked face as she closed the door after the last customer left.

“To be exact, they ate the eyes of 1,125 pigs,” Mag said as he removed his apron and walked out of the kitchen. He was also a little shocked at how well the roasted pig’s eyes sold. With such a horrifying name, he actually sold more than 500 skewers of roasted pig’s eyes on the day of its launch. Many pigs had sacrificed their lives for this dish.

“Chaos City really is a scary city. It’s practically pigs’ burial grounds,” Angela mumbled.

The ladies were all shocked at that amount. After all, they were even worried that not a single skewer could be sold.

“It’s been a long day for everyone. Go back early to rest,” Mag said with a smile when he saw that Elizabeth had cleaned the restaurant up.

“What about me?” Angela asked quickly.

“Oh, yes. Angela, follow them back to the employees’ dormitory. Miya will arrange for your room,” Mag said.

“Yes. Follow us. Boss would definitely have a beautiful room for you.” Miya held Angela’s hand with a smile, and they walked to the door together.

After everyone left, Mag turned to go upstairs when a golden glow shimmered, and Irina appeared in the restaurant. She looked at Mag and went straight to the point. “I’ve managed to track Shirley.”

“Where is she right now?” Mag asked quickly as his eyes lit up.

“Still in the Wind Forest.”

“Was she caught?”

“No. I think she’s lying in ambush.” Irina shook her head, and continued, “There have been several assassinations happening in the Wind Forest these days. Four 7th and 8th-tier elves have been assassinated.”

“You mean Shirley killed them? But she’s not even at the 8th-tier.”

“Since it’s assassination, she would not be limited by her strength. An ordinary child could also kill a great magic caster. She probably used a disguise.”

Mag pondered. Shirley was someone who is good at disguising herself. Even changing gender was not a problem.

“Besides, those few who were killed were those people who ganged up on her father, Vincent, that day,” Irina said.

“She must be in a very precarious situation right now since she’d killed so many high-tier elves.”

“She might be severely injured. The Wind Forest is currently under lockdown to prevent the other elves from imitating her, and Helena had already ordered to have her found at all cost,” Irina said with a grave expression.

“She needs us.” Mag became serious as well.

“But she didn’t contact us, so even if we go to the Wind Forest now, I’m afraid we won’t find her before Helena. I don’t think that old witch Helena would allow us to bring any elves out of the Wind Forest alive again.”

“I will ask the city lord for help. They should have spies among elves. We have to get to her before Helena does.” Mag took down his jacket that was hanging behind the counter, and got to his bicycle, all prepared to leave.

“Which identity are you using?” Irina asked.

Mag paused. He thought for a while, and pushed his bicycle back. “Alex. I think that would be a more appropriate identity.”

Five minutes later, he got changed, and put on his face-altering mask. After that, he went out to the Gray Temple with Irina. After a brief communication with Rolan, Alex had gotten his word to use the Gray Temple’s strength to help them find Shirley.

“Sean has been in Chaos City for the past few days. I thank both of you for holding yourselves back on account of Chaos City,” Rolan told Mag and Irina casually.

“Actually, I wanted to kill him.” Irina glanced at her fingers and pressed her lips together as she said, “A pity that we’re in Chaos City.”

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“This feud between us will come to an end one day, but it will not happen in Chaos City,” Mag said calmly. He didn’t really want to lay his finger on Sean or Josh before the heir to the Roth Empire was decided.

These two fellows should fight it out between them. He wanted to see what kind of underhand means the two brothers could come out with to fight for the only throne. He also wanted to see if that high and mighty king who thought he was in control of everything could choose his desired heir in the end.

After that, he would destroy them mercilessly.

Rolan looked at Mag. He pulled out a parchment from his pocket, and passed it to him as he said, “Regarding the Great Old Ones and the devil, a dragon tribe elder came to us from Dragon Island yesterday, and he brought along a rumor that had been spreading around Dragon Island recently. Perhaps you should take a look at it.”

Mag unfolded the parchment. It was a piece of drawing. The drawing was rather messy, with races of all shapes and sizes on the piece of paper. He could make out the demons, the giant dragons, the elves, and other tribes, but there were also races that he could not recognize at all. The creepiest part was that they were all killing and slaying each other.

Although the drawing style was rather abstract, it could perfectly present the evilness and horror on the paper.

Of course, the scariest part was right in the middle of the entire parchment. It was an unknown thing that was as big as a mountain!

“Doesn’t this monster look exactly like the stone statue?” Irina exclaimed in shock.

“I think this is a copy, but from the structure and composition, it is indeed the same monster.” Mag nodded with a grave expression. “In addition, this is probably the scene of the end of the world. The black fog covered the land, and all the races were in a frenzied hysteria.”

“Could it be that the Dragon Tribe has also received a stone statue?” Mag asked Rolan. They’d only shown Michael and Rolan the stone statue.

Rolan shook his head as he said, “No. According to our informants, this should be a giant wall mural found in a cave under Golden Dragon Island. It was said to date back to perhaps even tens of thousands of years ago. There are very few giant dragons on the Dragon Islands that know about this currently. They have currently locked the news out.”

“That means… this might be what has happened back then, and is a wall mural that’s left behind by the ancestors of the giant dragon race in an attempt to warn their descendants?” Mag speculated in a soft voice.

“Therefore, this shows that there were tribes that existed then, but not anymore, and they might have been wiped out by the Great Old Ones,” Irina said with an equally grave expression.

Rolan shook his head. He thoughtfully said, “All these are still unknowns. However, one thing that we can be certain of is that there might be other traces of the past in this world that we’ve always overlooked.”