1112 My Lord, Should We Launch An Attack?The city lord of Chaos City, Michael, the lord of Gray Temple, Rolan, and the warden of the Bastie Prison had appeared outside of Mamy Restaurant at the same time.
The people from Gray Temple and the city lord’s castle guards, who swiftly rushed here, blockaded the surroundings of Mamy Restaurant. People who were not involved were moved 200 meters away. Such a lineup made the ambience tense immediately.
“What’s the situation here? When did the city lord and lord of the Gray Temple appear here suddenly, and brought so many people along?
The nosy crowd who had no idea of the situation looked around curiously. The alarm from the Bastie Prison was still going on, and the cold expressions of the Gray Temple’s people made the whole situation even more suspicious.
Mamy Restaurant, which took all the six top spots of the Delicious Cuisine Rankings, was very famous recently. Any small happenings would become the latest gossip.
After the restaurant closed its door, there was only total silence inside. Hence, the regulars were also curious about what was going on in there, and whether they would be able to eat the delicious food tonight.
“My Lord, should we launch an attack?” Wisely asked Michael, without explaining about the breakout.
“Since he could break through the prison’s restraints and defense, it means his power is still at its peak. Launching an attack right here, we could hardly withstand the aftermath. Unless…” Michael’s voice faltered.
“Unless Krassu and Urien are on our side,” Rolan continued, but judging from his expression, obviously even he didn’t believe something like that would happen.
Wisely looked at the residents who came to have a look. They were used to a stable life, so they had nurtured the habit of watching in on the scene of bustle.
If they really attacked right here, many people were going to die as collateral damage.
The altercation between 10th-tier powerhouses was a matter of life and death. It wasn’t a child’s play. Once they started, the situation would be out of control.
“Should we evacuate the area?” Wisely asked again.
“Evacuate everyone within the radius of 500 meters. Keep the movements as quiet as possible.” Michael nodded slightly with a smile. “Boss Mag’s place is ideal for negotiation. Since they haven’t started fighting, then we shouldn’t attack unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
All the people who were eating in the restaurant were very aware of the happenings outside.
Isn’t that going to affect my business? Where can I go and complain if they damage my restaurant? Mag turned to look toward the door. He cocked an eyebrow before looking at the three powerhouses who were eating calmly. He was worried the people outside were going to attack without understanding the situation better, so he got up with a smile. “I think I have a few more customers here. Let me go and have a look.”
Mag opened the restaurant’s door, and Michael retrieved his hand that was about to knock on the door. He smiled at Mag. “I heard the restaurant has an unusual customer today, Boss Mag.”
“He’s eating in there right now.” Mag knew whom he was asking about, and didn’t bother to hide it at all. He had to be a tough character if he could get Krassu and Urien so wary like that. Since the city lord’s castle and Gray Temple were here, it would be the best for them to handle this. After all, he was only a restaurant owner.
Michael, Rolan, and Wisely looked into the restaurant. Three tables were placed together, and a strapping bald man was sitting at the same table with the restaurant’s staff with his back to the door, eating quietly. Their expressions became awkward.
This man who was ranked among the top three most ruthless criminals in the Bastie Prison, a notorious fiend, was actually eating dinner with the restaurant’s staff next door after breaking out of prison violently. Even given the trio’s status and experience, they were still shocked by this scene.
Mag saw the Gray Temple’s people removing the customers who were lining up and the crowd, so he cleared his throat, and said, “My Lords, let’s talk things over. My customers are still waiting to eat their dinner. It’s not easy after lining up for so long, so let’s not chase them away.”
“Stop the evacuation for now.” Michael lifted his hand, and the evacuation stopped immediately. Then, he smilingly said to Mag, “Smells great. Boss Mag must be introducing a new item today, right? We can be considered old friends, and it’s dinner time now. Why don’t you let me and Rolan in to eat something? You just need to add two more stools.”
“Lord Krassu and Lord Urien are Amy’s teachers, respecting them is part of our duty. That old mister was invited in by Amy, who took pity on him. As for My Lords… I didn’t prepare any fancy dinner, so I think it’s inappropriate with your status.” There was a hint of hesitation on Mag’s face.
No way. A helping of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ cost 10,000 copper coins. He didn’t care if they were the city lord or the lord of Gray Temple; they were not going to get a free meal.
Wisely looked at Mag with an awkward expression. This restaurant’s owner was really brave. Normal restaurant owners all wished for the city lord and the lord of Gray Temple to eat at their restaurants, yet this owner was actually rather unwilling.
This stingy fox. Michael scolded Mag in his heart before he nodded and smiled. “Don’t worry, Boss Mag. Just take note of what Rolan and I ate, we will pay for it.”
“You are simply too kind. I will take good notice of them. Come on in, My Lords,” Mag said smilingly and stood aside.
Michael and Rolan glanced at each other before entering the restaurant.
Mag turned and closed the door.
Mag added two more chairs and let Michael and Rolan sit next to Krassu and Urien. He gave them a bowl of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ each before returning to his seat and continued eating his dinner quietly.
The Hairless Monk, Krassu, and Urien weren’t affected at all as they continued to eat.
However, the others were not so calm. Michael and Rolan were after all the city lord and the lord of the Gray Temple. They didn’t usually get to see big shots like them, and now they were actually sitting together at the same table eating dinner. It was only natural that they felt nervous.
“Lord Krassu, Lord Urien, how are you doing lately?” Michael greeted first with a smile.
“Okay, quite well.” Krassu nodded and continued eating.
Urien only made a sound coldly. He didn’t even lift his head.
Michael knew their temperaments, so he wasn’t offended. His gaze landed on Rex, who was holding a spoon and carefully drinking the soup from the black terracotta bowl. His eyes narrowed, and he smilingly said, “Seems like we need to improve the quality of food in the Bastie, otherwise everyone will be trying to get out to eat dinner. That’s bad for management.”
Rolan had already picked up a spoon and taken a sip of the broth. A blissful expression appeared on his face. After a while, he sighed. “Improvement is easy, but to improve to this extent, I’m afraid those cooks could never achieve this standard for the rest of their lives.”