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

The customers had been expecting Krassu to stop Amy’s fireball with ease like a master. Instead, they witnessed the old magic caster scuttling towards the door with his beard on fire. The air became a little awkward as a smell of singeing hair permeated the room.

“Alas, I guess white-bearded grandpa’s power can only be used to fight kids,” Amy said regretfully like a lonely master, drawing back her hand. She waved at her kitten and was ready to play with it.

Ugly Duckling had run to the other end of the counter. After it made sure that no fireball was in Amy’s hand, it ran to her and positioned itself comfortably in her arms.

The embarrassing silence was broken. Amy and her kitten brought smile to customers’ faces. That magic caster might get angry now that his beard was burnt. Mag’s restaurant may not be able to stand his anger, they thought.

Sargeras nodded contentedly. She shouldn’t be taken lightly. Even a 10th-tier magic caster would be taken by surprise. He felt better now because someone else had made the same mistake as him, and that someone else was stronger than him.

Mag turned to look in the direction of the door, frowning. He wasn’t worried about the old man getting angry, because he had requested it himself, and he had come here to check out Amy’s talent.

He was worried that if Amy’s talent caught his attention, he would come here every day, pestering him. It seemed he was already doing that, though. Anyway, he would never let Amy go to Rodu.

Krassu opened the door and rushed out. He pointed his finger at his beard, and a water ball exploded right away. The bluish violet flame that was burning along his beard was put out in an instant.

Water splashed on the ground and his white robe, along with some burnt beard. He cut quite a sorry figure.

He should have got depressed and angry. Instead, he was delirious with joy. He tilted his head back and laughed aloud like a mad man. Other customers stopped laughing and looked to the door, worried.

His beard is ruined. Has he gone mad? If he got angry, he might burn the restaurant to the ground. He doesn’t look very stable right now.

“Has white-bearded grandpa gone crazy? I shouldn’t have burnt his beard. I don’t know if he can grow it back,” Amy said regretfully as she looked to the door. If he can’t, I’ll have to find a new nickname for him.

Krassu’s weird laughter didn’t last long, because he soon realized he was a little out of control. He straightened his face and reached out to stroke his beard, only to be shocked that it was not there anymore.

He looked down and found that his white beard, which had been over 20 centimeters long, was now burnt to half the length. Its bottom had been miserably blackened.

He had been growing his beard for decades and maintaining it every day. He strictly controlled its length. Even losing only one hair of his beard would make him grieve for a while. And now, it was ruined.

If the person who had done this to him were not Amy, he would definitely smash three holes in his head with his staff—even if it were a dragon.

But it was Amy. Plus, he had asked for it sincerely, and he had assured her that he would be okay.

It was his own doing. He could blame no one but himself. He was feeling aggrieved, but what could he do?

Then he recovered quickly. “Well, I can’t blame my precious disciple. She has such a great talent, even if she could only use fireball magic, she would achieve perfection in using it under my guidance. I’ll make her my disciple.”

His heart raced without his permission as he thought about Amy’s fireball. He had walked for more than six months after he left Rodu and went south, and had seen a number of geniuses, but they weren’t exactly what he had in mind. The moment Amy unleashed her fireball, he knew he had found the disciple he had been looking for. The best disciple for him.

His smile returned. He waved his hand and used cleaning magic on himself. His robe got cleaned right away, but he couldn’t recover his beard anytime soon. He pushed the door open and walked back in.

“That old man values his beard more than his life,” Urien muttered to himself as he stood at his door, watching Krassu enter the kitchen. “His beard was ruined, but he was laughing. Looks like the little girl has a better talent than I’ve expected. I have to act quickly, or she’ll become his disciple. I’ll rob him of her. That old man always has a discerning eye.”

The customers had been worried that Krassu would retaliate in fury. They had thought he would at least storm in and shout with anger. So, they were taken aback when they saw the old man walk in with a smile and his shortened beard.He is not mad?

Amy watched as Krassu resumed his seat. Before he could say anything, she said seriously, “You don’t need to say anything, half-beard grandpa. I think I can teach you how to defeat children. If you truly want to learn, I can give you a discount.”

Sargeras guffawed despite himself. He was drinking water he had brought along, and the water was coming out of his mouth.

A 10th-tier magic caster, who could beat a dragon with one fireball, was being ridiculed by a four years old girl, and she was offering to teach him how to defeat little kids. He had never seen anything so amusing in 50 years.

Other customers were shocked, and didn’t join in his laughing. They were all staring at him. The two customers who were sitting at a nearby table moved a little further away from him.

To be sure, they also found Amy’s remarks amusing, but they knew better than to laugh at a royal magic caster. They didn’t want to taste the wrath of his fireball.

In the Roth Empire, it was clearly stated in the rules that royal magic casters had the right to punish anyone who insulted them, and wouldn’t be charged with a crime.

People in Chaos City didn’t have to abide by the rules of the Roth Empire. However, once, a royal magic caster had been insulted by someone from another species, and he had killed him on the spot. The Roth Empire had resolutely protected him, and he had left Chaos City safe and sound.