Chapter 539 This Blade is Very Sharp
The disdainful look on Evan’s face immediately stiffened, and his brows trembled as he struggled to suppress his rage.
The mercenaries immediately burst into laughter upon hearing that. Evan had a horrible personality, and always regarded himself as better than everyone else, thereby giving everyone a very bad first impression of him. Sivir had already invited Mag and his daughter onto the carriage, and they were going to part right after arriving in the Illusionary Mist Valley, so they wouldn’t affect their mission, and there was no need to direct animosity toward the two. Furthermore, this little girl really was very adorable. It wasn’t often that Evan was shut down in such a brutal manner.
Right at that moment, the young woman sitting nearest to Evan abruptly rose to her feet with an enraged expression, and said, “Little brat, how could say that to Master Evan! He’s a powerful 3rd-tier ice-type magic caster and a spatial magic caster as well! You have to apologize to Master Evan immediately!”
Mag looked up to discover that the young woman was about 17 or 18 years old, wearing a simple blue and white dress. Her looks were quite ordinary, and as she had a white wand hanging from her waist, she was most likely a magic caster. However, she wasn’t even wearing any magician robes, so she was probably only a 1st-tier magic caster.
From her furious expression, it was as if the most important person in her life had just been insulted. Her reaction reminded Mag of the countless retarded fans fawning over their idols that Mag had seen in his past life.
“Look, this big sister’s chest is so small!” Amy looked at Eva with a stunned expression. She even went as far as to point at her chest to demonstrate her point, and exclaimed, “It’s like there’s nothing there at all.”
Everyone turned to look in the direction that Amy was pointing in in unison. Sure enough, it was flat as a board, and they all nodded in agreement.
“You, you, you…” Eva’s expression abruptly changed as she sat back down. She hugged her knees around her chest, trying her best to hide her shortcomings as she blushed as red as a tomato. She glared intently at Amy and Mag as she did so, just as if she wanted to eat both of them.
“Are you a mercenary as well, buddy? Are you a knight or a magic caster?” The minotaur demon, Dennis, who was sitting beside Mag, turned to him with a smile. Everyone else also turned their attention to Mag with curious looks upon hearing that. Mag’s equipment was very bizarre, and no one could deduce just what he was supposed to be.
Even Sivir turned to look back at Mag, wondering what gave him the confidence to take his little daughter into the wilderness on a hunting trip. If he were powerful enough to look after her, then this would be good parenting, but if not, he would just be an irresponsible father.
Mag looked at everyone’s curious expressions, and replied calmly, “I’m actually a chef.”
“Hmm?”
Everyone was taken aback by that response. They all stared at Mag, wondering if they had misheard.
“Father’s cooking is super delicious,” Amy chimed in with a proud look on her little face.
“A… chef? Then why are you looking for an Ironhide Bull?” Dennis stared at Mag with wide eyes. He had thought that he had misheard, but the little girl’s declaration confirmed that he had had indeed heard Mag right. Thus, he turned to Mag with a stunned expression.
His expression was also roughly mirrored on everyone else’s faces. They were all struck by the absurdity of the situation. They were a group of seasoned mercenaries, but they were sitting on the same carriage and aiming for the same target as a chef.
A chef? Sivir’s brows furrowed slightly upon hearing that that. She could see from Mag’s eyes that he was quite a reasonable and wise person. However, if he really was just a chef, but was taking his daughter into the wilderness, then he really couldn’t be referred to as a good father. The other alternative would be that he had no idea what a 4th-tier magic beast entailed.
“My restaurant is preparing to launch a new dish that requires beef from the Ironhide Bull. I’m sourcing some ingredients for that purpose,” Mag gave an honest reply.
In all honesty, with the dragon-slaying experience that he had gleaned from Mag Alex’s memories, he was actually a far superior hunter compared to everyone present in the carriage.
“You sure dare to dream… Don’t you know that an Ironhide Bull is a 4th-tier magic beast? Even we wouldn’t dare to face it head on. At full speed, it can easily ram large trees into the ground; its powerful body is no joke. Even the most powerful strike from a 3th-tier knight would only be able to inflict a light wound on its body. You don’t even have a sword; what are you going to do? Fight it with your bare hands?” Scott laid a hand on the longsword hanging from his waist as he looked at Mag. He felt as if this guy had no idea what he was doing by heading into the Illusionary Mist Valley.
“I actually did bring a weapon. This is a bull-slaying blade.” Mag pointed at the blade hanging from his waist.
Peculiar expressions appeared on the faces of the mercenaries upon hearing that. They had worked as mercenaries for half their lives, and had never heard of any bull-slaying blade.
Sivir was also beginning to develop a headache. She was considering whether she should try and convince this guy to go back to Chaos City with his daughter. Was he trying to get himself and his daughter killed?
“Even a chef dares to venture into the wilderness? Let me see your bull-slaying blade.” Evan looked at Mag with a mocking expression before extending his right hand toward Mag.
An icy blue light appeared on Evan’s hand, upon which the bull-slaying blade hanging from Mag’s waist began to tremor gently. It then struggled free from its scabbard and flew through the air.
All of the mercenaries were quite tense upon seeing that. Taking someone’s weapon was a taboo among mercenaries. For mercenaries, their weapons were their most loyal companions. In a situation like this, it was very likely that a brawl would erupt.
Sivir was also looking on with displeasure. As expected, Evan was still as annoying as ever. However, she also wanted Mag to realize the dangers of venturing out into the wilderness so he could give up on his suicidal journey. As such, she didn’t intervene.
“You can have a look at it, but make sure you don’t drop it. This blade is very sharp.” Mag smiled as he gently flicked the hilt of his bull-slaying blade.
“Ding!”
The blade was originally flying steadily toward Evan’s hand, but it suddenly changed directions and accelerated from Mag’s flick. Thus, it began flying toward Evan’s crotch at an incredible speed.
“No!”
Evan’s expression changed dramatically, but it was too late for him to try and alter the blade’s trajectory. He felt a cold sensation whistle past his crotch and let loose a howl of anguish.