Mag’s gaze only lingered on the claymore for an instant, and he pretended as if he hadn’t heard the words that had been spoken by the man standing at the entrance of the hall. He strode over to the small round table nearby, and picked up a yellow piece of pastry. He took a small bite of the pastry, upon which his brows furrowed slightly.

  “Father, does it taste good?” Amy’s attention had also been immediately drawn to the desserts on the table, and she made her way over to Mag with curiosity and anticipation etched on her little face.

  Mag swallowed the pastry in his mouth before shaking his head as he gave his evaluation. “The fragrance of the osmanthus flower is too pronounced, and the flavor is too sweet. Eating one or two of these is bearable, but any more than that will make you feel sick.”


  Amy then pointed at the biscuits on another plate, and asked, “Then what about that one? The biscuits that look like little moons.”


  Mag picked up one of the thin biscuits before taking a bite. The biscuit snapped with a crisp crack as he bit into it, and the sweet fragrance of pumpkin wafted into his mouth. However, the flavor wasn’t very rich, and was quite refreshing instead. Mag’s eyes lit up as he praised, “This pumpkin biscuit is quite good. It’s thin and refreshing, and has just the right level of sweetness.”


  This was indeed the best snack food that Mag had tasted after arriving in this world. It was just right for him, and he was starting to look forward to seeing what Rodu’s gastronomic industry had to offer.

  “I also want to eat the tasty pumpkin biscuit!” Amy exclaimed as she clapped her little hands together.

  “Alright, here you go.” Mag smiled as he passed a biscuit to Amy.

  Is he Alex or not? Josh stood in the doorway and examined Alex with narrowed eyes. This man shared the same name as Alex, and also had a half-elf daughter who was around three to four years of age. He couldn’t just ignore such a coincidence.

  However, Alex was a man who loved swords as much as his own life, yet when the Tian Du sword had been placed right in front of him, he displayed no reaction to it. Instead, he seemed to be far more interested in the desserts on the table nearby, and he also showed no reaction to the name Alex.

  If there was one person in this world who knew the most about Alex, it wasn’t Irina, nor was it Sean. Instead, it was Josh, the man who had once regarded Alex as a friend, but then as a sworn enemy.

  If even Alex knew how to conceal his emotions and how to act for the sake of survival, then he wouldn’t end up ambushed and killed in the streets of Rodu three years ago.

  There were some people who were loved and revered by everyone in the entire world, but those people were destined to be detested by those who were in charge of the world, so they had to die.

  Furthermore, Alex didn’t like sweet foods.

  Looks like it’s all just a coincidence, after all. Josh’s gaze lingered on Amy for a while before he walked into the hall. He said, “Are you Mr. Mag?”


  “I am indeed Mag. I was invited by Ambassador Cayrols to come to Rodu and cook during His Majesty’s birthday banquet, and I’ve come here today to pay my respects, Your Highness.” Mag turned to Josh and nodded as he replied in a manner that was neither haughty nor humble.

  Amy was currently happily munching on the plate of pumpkin biscuits, and had no spare capacity to pay any heed to anyone else.

  “How do you know that I’m the prince?” Josh asked with a smile, but there seemed to a palpable sense of pressure emanating from his body.

  Mag looked directly into Josh’s eyes, and smiled calmly as he replied, “Mr. Cayrols sent me here to visit Your Highness, and the butler from earlier told us to wait here for Your Highness. As such, I could only assume that you were the prince.”


  “Interesting.” Josh withdrew his gaze before walking past Mag and sitting down on the main seat. He stroked the black claymore on the table beside him with a finger on his left hand, and smiled in a slightly sinister manner as he said, “Cayrols has nothing but praise for you, but I’ll have to taste your dishes first before allowing you to cook for His Majesty. If you can’t even satisfy me, then there’s no point in getting you to cook during His Majesty’s birthday banquet.”


  “I’d be honored to show you my skills, Your Highness.” Mag nodded with a calm and confident expression.

  Josh nodded, and said, “Good. The kitchen is back there; I’ll get someone to lead you to it. The ingredients that you asked Cayrols to prepare have all been placed in the kitchen for you. Cook me the dishes that you’re planning to make during the birthday banquet, and I’ll make the final verdict.”


  “Sure. Come on, Little Amy.” Mag made his way over to Amy and gently picked up her little hand.

  “Coming!” Amy hurriedly tipped all of the remaining biscuits on the plate into her little pocket before leaving with Mag as she continued to feast on the biscuits.

  His height and figure are similar to Alex’s, but his facial features are completely different. No matter how much he alters his appearance, there’s no way that he can change the look in his eyes, yet his eyes are also completely different from Alex’s. However, Alex can’t cook at all, so I’ll be able to verify everything after tasting his cooking. Josh looked on at Mag and Amy’s departing figures as he stroked his chin, deep in thought.

  Mag was feeling very relieved after exiting the halls. This second prince really was a cautious man. In order to test him, Josh had deliberately placed the Tian Du sword in the room, and then set a multitude of traps for him with his words, waiting for him to slip up and blow his own cover.

  The Tian Du sword was Mag Alex’s prized claymore, and countless giant dragons had fallen by its blade. It was one of the most renowned swords on the entire Norland Continent, and had witnessed the glorious rise of the legendary Mag Alex.

  If Alex had been the one standing in Mag’s shoes earlier, then it was very likely that he would’ve blown his own cover.

  Thankfully, Mag had mentally prepared himself in advance. Even though the responses he gave weren’t the best replies he could’ve provided, they were still more than passable.

  The servant up ahead led Mag to a large and spacious kitchen, where a group of chefs in identical white chef’s suits was busy cooking, and the sound of dishes being prepared rang out incessantly.

  Even though it still wasn’t time for dinner in the second prince’s manor, there were many people living in this massive manor, so it took a long time just to prepare ingredients.

  At this moment, many of the chefs were inspecting the corner beside the entrance to the kitchen with curious looks in their eyes. A rectangular box, two strange-looking pots, and two large bags had been placed on the cooking bench there.

  Many of the chefs had heard the news that the second prince had found a chef from Chaos City, and was asking him to cook for the king.

  This news had created a massive stir among all of the chefs in the manor.

  All of the chefs that were hired to cook at the second prince’s manor were exceptional chefs in Rodu, and Rodu was the capital of delicious cuisine on the Norland Continent. Every chef felt as if they were one of the best chefs in the world.

  It was an extreme honor to be able to cook for the king, yet a chef from Chaos City had taken that honor ahead of them. That was a city that had only been around for about a century, and had no history of good food; how could there possibly be a chef from there who was better than them?

  The servants who had brought all of this stuff into the kitchen had told the chefs here that these were all things prepared for that chef from Chaos City. Everyone was very intrigued, and wanted to see if this chef could actually back himself up.

  As soon as Mag walked into the kitchen, he was struck by a sense of pressure and antagonism. A smile appeared on his face, and he said, “There sure are a lot of colleagues here.”