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A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World
Chapter 87 - My Fireball Might Make You Kick The BucketChapter 87: My Fireball Might Make You Kick The Bucket
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKrassu and Amy’s conversation once more caught others’ attention.
“Do you see the small purplish gold staff on his robe? If I remember right, only those who serve the Roth Empire have that on their robes,” said a middle-aged human male, who was dressed like a businessman, in shock. He was staring at the old man’s left shoulder, on which a pinky-sized staff in purplish gold was embroidered.
“Yes. This old magic caster serves the empire?” said his dinner companion, a little surprised as he gazed at the emblem. It was the highest honor for a human magic caster. No one dared to impersonate one.
The people nearby overheard their words. They all looked to Krassu’s shoulder. Most of them might’ve not seen a magic caster who served the empire before, but they had heard many stories about them.
After Alex was killed in battle, for so long the army of the empire hadn’t seen one Griffin Rider who was able to kill a dragon by himself. These years, when evil dragons attacked towns and cities of the empire, more often than not, those magic casters serving the empire would show up to fight them with their powerful magic. They brought peace to the people and earned more of their love and respect.
They were all 8th-tier magic casters and above. They were very powerful and had done much for the empire.
Now that they had figured out who the old man was, they felt they could see the result of his little game with Amy.
Krassu’s request really intrigued Amy. “White-bearded grandpa, are you serious?” she asked incredulously. “My fireball might make you kick the bucket.”
“Yes. Little girl, don’t hold back, and don’t worry about me,” Krassu said confidently. “If I can’t stand your fireball, I guess I can only fight little children from now on.” Amy’s worry warmed his heart.
“Actually, I just don’t want to burn the chair and table,” said Amy, casting a worried look at the table before Krassu.
“…” For a moment, Krassu didn’t know what look he should use to express how he was feeling. He had never thought that he would be less important than a table and chair. “Don’t worry. I’ll pay for everything you burn,” he said disappointedly in depression.
Amy nodded. “Well, since you have requested so sincerely, I guess I have to grant your wish. Why would anyone ask for this?” she said, the look on her face seeming like she were looking at a naughty child. She put Ugly Duckling aside and looked at Krassu. “Scream if you can’t stand it,” she advised.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKrassu shook his head. “That will never happen.” He looked so relaxed, like a real master.
“Then here it comes,” Amy warned, looking at Krassu. She held out her little hand, and suddenly a flame appeared and contracted into a bluish violet little fireball quickly. She threw it at the old man.
Of course, Amy’s fireball was no more than a spark to him, but the spark had ignited infinite possibilities.
Most importantly, he liked this simple and violent fireball magic the best. His fireball magic was the fastest and the most powerful on the whole Norland Continent, if nothing else. No one disputed that.
After all, he could use his fireballs to fight dragons and send them scurrying away. No other man could do that on this continent.
In the split second when he was thinking, the fireball landed on his long beard. It started burning immediately.
“Shoot!” Krassu cried out, startled. He rose hurriedly to his feet and ran towards the door, not caring what he had just said, his beard in flames.