Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Their leader’s face darkened as the troll approached them. His hand went to the hilt of his sword. “Stop where you are! Or we’ll look at this as a hostile action!” he bellowed.

The other goblins drew their swords and raised their staves. The conflict seemed unavoidable.

Suddenly, the troll appeared to have sensed something. He stopped his foot before it was too late. When he looked down and saw the goblins, he scratched his head and walked away.

“Boss, I think he is insulting us!” said the young goblin who was the first to draw the sword. He looked like he was about to slash at the troll.

Their leader moved his hand away from the hilt. “It’s just his ears don’t work so well,” he said calmly. “Let’s go. No fighting is allowed around the guild, or we will be prohibited from looking for jobs here again.”

“But...”

“Let it go. You don’t want to fight that,” an older goblin said, giving a pat on his shoulder.

The young goblin looked back at the troll, hesitated a moment, and kept up with the band, depressed.

A smile showed on Mag’s face. The city seems to be running in good order.

“Let’s go.” Mag and Amy started walking again.

“Father, if they fought, who would win?” Amy asked out of curiosity.

“The troll, I think.”

“But the goblins have the numbers.”

“Numbers mean nothing against overwhelming power.”

Amy nodded, thoughtful. She looked back at the goblins and smiled. “Then they were very brave. They stood up to him.”

“Yes, indeed.”

“Wow, such a big house!” Amy exclaimed in surprise the moment they entered. She looked around curiously.

Mag was also quite amazed by the builders’ skills, even though Mag Alex had come here before.

It had two floors and looked like a busy airport. There were dozens of big magic screens displaying different information about all kinds of jobs: daily-life jobs, fighting jobs, magical beasts-finding jobs, material-finding jobs, ingredients-finding jobs, etc.

Adventurers of different species were looking up at the screens. After they found the right job for them, they had to register at the reception desk.

The daily-life jobs were relatively easy—collecting debts, looking for lost pets, babysitting, and whatnot. Mag even saw a job of sending flowers to a girl. The reward was 10 copper coins, and a little girl took that job right away.

Mag stopped at the two five-meter-tall screens displaying information about ingredients-finding jobs.

Many people were standing here—elves, humans, orcs, and demons. They came individually or in groups, staring at the two screens.

Some restaurants in Chaos City liked to make food using magical beasts to accommodate the curiosity of their customers.

The magical beasts were in a similar situation to the wildlife on the Earth, only they had no law to protect them. They had to protect themselves.

The rewards were high. Capturing a three-headed silver cheetah—an 8th-tier magical beast—would be rewarded with as much as 10,000 gold coins.

The foodies in this world are just unbelievable, Mag thought.

Then he saw the job of catching two pounds of dead leaf cicadas. Mag had never found fried cicadas inviting in his past time. How do they cook them? he wondered.

Mag’s strange bag and cute girl were starting to attract attention.

Sometimes, parents could be seen looking for jobs here with their kids, but only in front of the daily-life jobs screens.

The ingredients-finding jobs often involved killing magical beasts, and were thus much more dangerous.

Even a 1st-tier magical beast was able to take out 10 men. The wings of the dead leaf cicada were as sharp as razors, and could easily slit a man’s throat.

So, they were surprised to see Mag with no weapon, but with a child.

“Taking the kid out for a trip?” a man asked Mag. He didn’t want to see Mag putting the little girl’s life in danger.

Mag nodded with a smile. “Yes.”

He didn’t mind them staring at him. He had found his job. Ingredients-finding job No. 256: Capture a wild fire chicken alive. Reward: 10 gold coins.

The man frowned. He wants to do a job while going on a trip with his kid?! “You should go north then. Plenty of views there, and it’s very safe. Kids of the Chaos School go there every spring and autumn. The job can wait. Have fun with your kid.”

Mag could tell that the man was warning him kindly. “Thank you. I’ll take her there next time.” Then he walked towards the reception desk with Amy.