Chapter 1181: Is Mr. Mag Doing This For Princess Irina?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Because Mamy Restaurant was closed that day, the ice cream shop experienced a surge in the customers’ volume.
Ice cream was the perfect food for summer. People usually wouldn’t want to eat anything cold in the middle of winter.
However, the temperature inside an ice cream shop rose up quite a bit during this time. It was so warm that customers removed their outer wear as soon as they stepped in.
Taking a break in a warm ice cream shop and having a sweet ice cream was incredibly enjoyable.
Therefore, besides children, many young people came too. Many of them were young couples.
“The business is surprisingly good,” Mag said, feeling rather surprised to see the ice cream shop full of customers.
“Yes. Miya is very good.” Gina put up her thumb and looked at Miya, who was busy in the shop, with laudation.
Mag saw quite a few Mamy Restaurant’s regulars among those customers, so he smilingly said, “You guys go in first.”
“You are not going in, Father?” Amy asked with a perplexed look.
“Mm-hm. I still need to do something. I will come back to have lunch with you once I am done. Tell Big Sister Miya and the rest to go back to the restaurant for lunch today,” Mag replied with a smile.
“Okay.” Amy nodded and went into the ice cream shop with Gina. Mag hailed a horse-drawn carriage that ferried people and went to the Buffett Manor.
“May I ask if Miss Scheer is in?” Mag asked the guard at the Buffett Manor’s gatehouse.
“Do you have an appointment?” The guard looked at Mag warily, but he was still respectful and gracious.
“No.” Mag shook his head.
The guard smilingly said, “In this case, please come back after you make an appointment. Miss Scheer has already gone out today, and she doesn’t meet guests without an appointment.”
He had to receive dozens of people like Mag who said they wanted to meet Miss Scheer every day, but Miss Scheer didn’t want to meet them at all.
Moreover, this fellow came in a horse-drawn carriage for hire. How would a guy who didn’t even have his own horse-drawn carriage know Miss Scheer?
“Oh, I see…” Mag murmured. Scheer’s schedule had to be very tight as she had to run such a large clan and company. He really hadn’t considered that when he simply decided to drop by, so he decided to leave.
“Mr. Mag, what brings you here?” Right at this moment, a voice came from the manor, and a young man walked over quickly. It was Scheer’s assistant who’d brought Mag to the locomotive base twice.
“I have something to discuss with Miss Scheer, but I didn’t make an appointment in advance, so I guess I can only come again next time,” Mag said smilingly.
Smiling, that assistant replied, “Miss Scheer has said previously that you are our first-priority partner. If you want to see Miss Scheer, I can bring you to her right now. I think she would be pleased to meet you.”
“First-priority…” The guard at the side opened his mouth wide and stared at Mag in disbelief.
According to what he knew, the people first among Miss Scheer’s priorities included the master, the city lord, the lord of the Gray Temple… This man who looked so ordinary was actually on Miss Scheer’s first-priority list!
“Great.” Mag nodded. He was rather familiar with cooperation sequences. The higher value a partner was, the higher his cooperation sequence priority would be too. It looked like Scheer rather valued him as a partner.
“Please give me a minute. I’ll ask them to send a carriage over,” the assistant said respectfully as he returned to the manor. Soon, a coachman drove a luxurious carriage with four pure white unicorns out and stopped next to Mag.
“Please get in, Mr. Mag.” The assistant opened the carriage’s door.
“Thank you.” Mag climbed in. The assistant closed the door and sat across from Mag. The carriage drove stably, and he didn’t ask about anything throughout the whole journey.
“Please wait for a minute,” the assistant said before alighting as the horse-drawn carriage stopped at a Buffett Bank somewhere. He came back after a short time, opened the door, and respectfully said, “Young Mistress is waiting for you, Mr. Mag. Please come with me.”
“Alright.” Mag followed the assistant into the bank. They walked across the lobby, and came to the VIP lounge on the second floor.
Scheer was standing at the window. She turned around with a smile when she heard their voices, and asked, “I heard you were looking for me, Mr. Mag. What can I do for you?”
“Yes. I went to Issen Castle two days ago, and met Master Rom. Now, I have a business deal to discuss with Miss Scheer.” Mag nodded with a smile.
Even though this wasn’t the first time that he was meeting Scheer, he had always felt the need to be alert and vigilant in front of this maiden in red.
“I heard about that this morning. Master Rom, who hasn’t presented a new work for a long time, forged a cleaver for a chef yesterday. Was that mysterious chef Mr. Mag?” Scheer looked at Mag in surprise.
“Miss Scheer is indeed very well-informed and always smarter than others.” Mag nodded slightly, acknowledging the incident.
“Mr. Mag has always gone beyond our expectations. Nobody can grasp what kind of person you actually are,” Scheer said to Mag with a smile. “However, a chef that could make Master Rom forge a cleaver for him, huh. There is indeed nobody else on the Norland Continent apart from you.”
“Miss Scheer is too generous with your praise for me,” Mag said politely.
“Leave us and don’t let anyone come in,” Scheer ordered the assistant who was standing at the door respectfully.
“Yes,” the assistant replied. He left and closed the door.
A spell formation for soundproofing lit up and engulfed the entire VIP lounge.
“I wonder what kind of business is Mr. Mag going to discuss with me today? Does it have something to do with Master Rom?” Scheer asked smilingly as she stared straight into his eyes.
Master Rom was the number weaponsmith on the Norland Continent. He was famous for 400 years, and nobody had ever surpassed him.
And the fortune that he amassed in the 400 years was estimated to be over billions of copper coins.
Such a big customer was definitely at the very front of Buffett Bank’s target customers.
“Yes. I talked to Master Rom yesterday. He wanted to move his workshop to Chaos City, but he was troubled by his inability to move his fortune with him. Hence, I have recommended Miss Scheer’s Buffett Bank to him.” Mag nodded and got straight to the point.
Scheer narrowed her eyes slightly as she didn’t expect Mag to be so straightforward. She soon said with a laugh, “I didn’t expect Mr. Mag to obtain such a big customer for our bank during your quest for a suitable cleaver. I wonder how I should thank you?”
“Miss Scheer should be on very good terms with the goblins. I wonder if you can ask them to render some help to the Night Elves?” Mag replied.
“Night Elves?” Scheer’s eyes narrowed again as she asked, “Is Mr. Mag doing this for Princess Irina?”