“Thank you, thank you, thank you……”


  Mag looked on at Luna, who was expressing her gratitude to the donating businessmen over and over again, and a smile appeared on his face.

  “Those children will be very grateful to you, Mr. Mag.” Scheer made her way over to Mag with a smile.

  “You’re providing them with education and a future, Young Mistress Scheer; they should be far more grateful to you.” Mag shook his head as he turned to Scheer with an earnest expression.

  “If it weren’t for what you said, perhaps I wouldn’t have agreed to donate to those children. After all, businessmen aren’t philanthropists, and all of us prioritize profits above all else.” A meaningful smile appeared on Scheer’s face.

  “No matter what your incentive or intentions are, the important thing is that you’re donating and making a change. That places you above all of the people who only speak empty words yet don’t take any action. After all, no matter how many kind words you offer to a homeless child, it’s still much more practical and beneficial to them if you give them something to eat or somewhere to stay,” Mag said with a smile.

  In his past life, many of the philanthropic businessmen were simply donating so they could forge a positive image for and to promote themselves in order to secure greater profits in the future.

  However, Mag had always been of the opinion that even though their intentions might not have been philanthropic in nature, they were still at least making a change-as opposed to the keyboard warriors who claimed the moral high ground in Internet comment sections but didn’t donate a single cent themselves.

  In this case, the intrinsic motivation was merely a trivial secondary factor.

  “Your thoughts and ideas are always so interesting.” Scheer faltered slightly as she looked at the genuine smile on Mag’s face, and she suddenly felt as if she was still unable to see through this man.

  “You’re also a very interesting person, Young Mistress Scheer.” Even though she was only 18 years old, Scheer gave Mag the impression of a wily old fox who had been toiling in the business world for several decades.

  “Looks like I should afford you some personal space. I’ll see you tomorrow at your restaurant after the breakfast service,” Scheer said with a smile as she looked at an approaching Gloria. She strode forward a couple of steps and stopped in front of Gloria with a smile on her face as she said, “Young Mistress Gloria, I hear that you’re only making one of each color in the style of the dress that you’re wearing. Would I be able to reserve the red one?”.

  Gloria looked directly into Scheer’s eyes, and nodded as she replied, “Of course you can.”


  “Alright, here are my measurements. Once it’s done, I’ll come to your shop to collect it in person.” Scheer handed a slip of paper over to Gloria and nodded before walking away.

  “But we—” Gloria wanted to tell Scheer that the shop didn’t offer tailored clothing, but Scheer had already struck up a conversation with someone else in the crowd.

  At this moment, Mag appeared beside Gloria and smiled as he said, “Seeing as only one dress of each color will be made, perhaps you can make an exception and offer tailored clothing just this once.”


  “Can I do that?” Gloria was seemingly a little lost.

  “The price you charge will be determined by the services you offer. Additional services will incur additional costs.” Mag nodded in reply.

  Gloria’s eyes lit up as she nodded firmly. “I understand.”


  “Your entrance tonight was very spectacular. As long as you set an appropriate price for your dresses, you’ll be able to easily make your clothing store a profitable business,” Mag encouraged.

  “Thank you, Mr. Mag. I really don’t know how to express my gratitude to you.” Gloria turned to Mag with a grateful expression.

  “When those homeless children put on their new clothes, they’ll definitely be very happy. Their smiles will be the best form of gratitude for me,” Mag replied with a smile.

  “Alright, once these dresses are done, I’ll get them to make a batch of clothes for the children as quickly as possible.” Gloria nodded with an enchanting smile.

  “This bastard is going to be the biggest hurdle in my path to pursuing Young Mistress Gloria!” Camilla looked at Mag with a cold expression.

  “But his steak is super delicious,” the black cat reminded in a quiet voice.

  “It is! That steak was far too delicious! I’ve never had such an amazing steak in my life!” A scorching light appeared in Camilla’s eyes as a conflicted look surfaced on her face. After hesitating for a long while, she finally heaved a resigned sigh, and said, “Alright, seeing as you cook such a delicious steak, I’ll let you live for now.”


  Mag and Gloria chatted for a while before Gloria was practically wrenched away by all of the noblewomen who were scrambling to reserve dresses from her.

  Mag made his way over to Amy, who was stuffing a mandarin into her mouth, and he smiled as he said, “Are you still not full?”


  “Father, this mandarin is super sweet. Do you want to try it?” Amy wore a joyful smile as she raised a section of the mandarin high up above her head.

  Mag leaned down and bit into the mandrin section, savoring the explosion of fruit juices in his mouth. He nodded with a smile, and said, “Mm-hm, it’s indeed very sweet.”


  “Mr. Mag, thank you so much. All of the children finally have a chance to go to school now.” Luna had finally seen off the final donating businessman, by which point she already had a journal filled with names and donation amounts. After doing all that, she immediately hurried over to Mag with an excited expression.

  “I didn’t think you’d be so influential, Boss Mag. You set the entire scene alight!” Vivian also gave Mag a thumbs-up with an exhilarated look on her face.

  “It’s Teacher Luna’s speech that truly touched everyone. As for influence, no one was more influential than you and the city lord,” Mag said with a smile.

  “In any case, just for your righteous display tonight, I’m going to visit your restaurant regularly for grilled fish!” Vivian promised with an earnest expression.

  “Thank you so very much.” Luna bowed deeply toward Mag. She knew that Mag was the one who had effected the turning point, and in doing so, he had offended Cyril and the Moreton Family.

  “Teacher Luna, I have a great deal of respect for what you did. In comparison, what I’ve done is not worthy of a mention.” Mag hurriedly helped Luna into an upright position.

  Right at this moment, a voice sounded from behind Mag. “Mr. Mag, my name is Cayrols, and I’m the Roth Empire’s ambassador. Would I be able to speak with you in private?”


  Mag turned round, only to discover a tall and broad middle-aged man with brown hair and green eyes in a set of golden robes. He was none other than the Roth Empire’s ambassador who had been one of the judges during the cooking contest.

  “Greetings, Ambassador; what would you like to speak with me about?” A hint of surprise appeared in Mag’s eyes, but he did his best to calm himself down. This was the first time he was interacting with an official from the Roth Empire, and this was an official who was affiliated with Josh’s faction, so he had to be cautious about what he did and said.

  “This way, please.” Cayrols pointed toward one of the nearby booths before striding toward it.

  Mag hesitated momentarily, but still quickly followed him in the end.

  After walking into the booth, Cayrols turned to Mag and cut straight to the chase. “Mr. Mag, I’d like to invite you to Rodu to cook some dishes for His Majesty’s 60th birthday.”