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

Chapter 973 You Are Correct, A Strike As Your Reward

Mag, who had taken a bath and changed, walked to the window and looked at that person in black as he lifted the curtain. He had realized his existence long ago. He only didn’t expect that he would be still here after he had his bath.

His attire was obviously telling people that he was up to no good. He might as well have written the words “bad guy” on a black cloth and put it across his face.

7th-tier, Human, Rodu’s citizen. Is he finally here? Mag twitched his mouth. He came later than he had expected. However, this had also proven that the news that he was Noya Gould had spread and people believed it. That was why a 7th-tier knight had come.

Mag had specially found out about the enmity between Noya Gould and Timothy when he was in Rodu. Sending a 7th-tier knight to kill him meant that he really hated him for stealing his wife.

It’s not possible to act here. Urien’s intense spiritual power would be able to sense everything that happened around here, and there is no rainstorm to camouflage the sounds. Another suitable murder location is needed. A hint of ponder appeared on Mag’s face.

I’ve heard the rules of Chaos City are very strict. I have to confirm that the person I’m going to kill is Noya, and I can’t leave any traces behind. Otherwise, it would be bad if I am caught by those guys from Gray Temple. Downstairs, the person in black, Kassadin, had some hesitation and caution on his face too. He moved toward the restaurant’s door slowly, and a cold gleam could be seen from his sleeve.

“Did Timothy send you here for me?” Right at that moment, a calm voice could be heard from the second floor’s window.

Kassadin, who was about to grasp the door’s handle, froze. Then, he raised his head to look at Mag, who was standing by the window. This guy looked exactly like the painting he hid in his bosom under the moonlight. He was the target of this trip.

“It seems like you know what I came for, Noya Gould.” Kassadin released the door handle and took two steps back. He smirked at Mag. “Since this is the case, why don’t you come down and let me kill you straight away. It will save you some pain and save me some trouble. Why not.”

“You have oversimplified your mission. You ain’t a competent assassin.” Mag placed his hand on the window and leaped down. He curled his lips as he said, “Come chase after me. I’ll let you kill me if you catch me.”

He ran as soon as he finished saying that.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

Poisonous arrows and all sorts of darts flew at Mag from behind, but they all missed him narrowly and landed on tree trunks and rocks.

This chap has rather good luck. He actually escaped from all of them. Kassadin frowned and looked to the second floor’s window with a sinister smile. He seems to have a half-elf daughter, and Young Master Timothy wants me to bring her back alive. But I should go and kill that chap now. He’s running toward an isolated place, which is just to my liking.

A dark shadow went into the darkness and followed after Mag.

Aden Square was huge, and Mag led that guy around in a circle in the square. He finally stopped at the remote stone forest. It was diagonal to Mamy Restaurant, so even if something happened, nobody would suspect it had anything to do with Mamy Restaurant.

Under the cold moonlight, the terrain here was the miniature version of the goblin stone forest on Vic Mountain. The four, five meters tall huge rocks looked rather spectacular, but under this cold moonlight, they looked rather eerie instead.

“Why did you stop running, Chap?” Kassadin stopped at a five, six meters’ distance and smirked at Mag. This chap’s speed was beyond his expectations. Even he, who was the most adept at speed, almost lost him a few times. Fortunately, he was gifted at tracing, so he didn’t lose track of him.

“To make sure that you caught up, I have waited for a while.” Mag looked at Kassadin with a smile. After his advancement to 7th-tier, he could feel a sense of power in his body. This made him want to try it out. This opponent who was also a 7th-tier was a good practice subject.

“Ah, Chap. Quit boasting!” Kassadin’s face darkened as he drew a short sword from his waist, and coldly shouted, “Under the orders of Young Master Timothy, I have come to claim your life!”

Mag drew out his longsword, and solemnly said, “Since this is the case, a duel is inevitable.”

“Duel? Ah, you are a mere 4th-tier. What capacity do you have to duel me? This is only a massacre,” Kassadin said disdainfully. He took one step forward and straight into a void. When he reappeared, he was already right in front of Mag.The source of this content is novelenglish.net . (f)ire

However, all his actions suddenly halted at this instant. His widened eyes looked downward slowly, and stared at the longsword that was driven into his heart with disbelief. “Y-y-you couldn’t be that fast…”

“Don’t sprout nonsense, I am very lasting.” Mag took a step back with a serious expression. He removed his longsword, looked at the discontented Kassadin, and grudgingly said, “It’s you who is too slow. You’re so slow that I am a little disappointed. We are both 7th-tier, but why are you so lousy? Boring.”

Kassadin’s eyes widened again as he said with difficulty, “You… You are not… Noya…”

“Congratulations, you are correct. A strike as your reward.” The longsword in Mag’s hand struck again and slashed his throat.

After wiping away the blood on the longsword with Kassadin’s clothes, Mag processed the scene meticulously. He backtracked his steps, removed all the traces, and took away all the weapons that Kassadin had thrown out earlier. After he made sure that no traces had been left behind, he went back to room through the window again. He bathed again, changed into his pyjamas, and lay on the bed. He clicked and opened the red braised pork experience bag.

Fatty but not oily, the soft and sweet red braised pork was a homemade dish that many Chinese loved to eat. It had its place among the traditional dishes.

Mag was a loyal fan of the red braised pork. This dish’s cooking methods differed depending on the region. For example, the selection of spices would have obvious regional features.

The system’s red braised pork recipe’s cooking method should have merged both the methods from the North and the South. But, Mag had never tried making red braised pork, so he had no idea how the taste would turn out.

However, as a dish that he had eaten frequently in the past, he had to have criticized it very often. Now, as he looked back… he’d been a young punk. He had said so much then, and now he was going to be the one to suffer.

“Bring it on, red braised pork. I wanna see how difficult this dish can be.” Mag turned to look at Amy who was already fast asleep. Then, he closed his eyes and pushed open the door to the test field for the God of Cookery.