Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  The young knight sat on the unicorn’s back and looked down at Mag as he asked, “You are the restaurant’s owner, Mag?”


  “Yes.” Mag nodded. He was curious as to what kind of decree the Roth King had for him that he even dispatched his personal guard to send it over.

  This knight appeared to be in his mid-twenties, but he was already at the 6th-tier. He could be considered a rather talented young fellow.

  “The imperial decree should be accepted on your knees,” the young knight said.

  “I am not a citizen of the Roth Empire, and I am in Chaos City. Why should I kneel?” Mag asked him back instead of doing as he was told.

  “You……” The young knight’s expression changed. He raised his whip up high, but then recalled his leader’s instructions. His Majesty personally tasked them to invite this chef, and he should not be hurt in any way. The knight forced himself to lower the whip, and he coldly said, “The imperial decree has it that the owner of Mamy Restaurant, Mr. Mag, will proceed to Rodu to prepare a feast. The ride has been prepared for you, so please set off now.”


  The knight was a little confused. He was merely a chef. Why would the king employ such resources to bring him over?

  However, he did not really like this chef’s attitude. With his power and status as a knight, even the nobles in Rodu had to be respectful to him, much less an ordinary chef, yet he actually dared to talk back to him like that.

  Still, it was such a rare honor and glory to be able to go to the Roth Empire’s palace and prepare a feast for the Roth King. This fellow would probably change his attitude immediately and start bootlicking him.

  “Apologies, I’m afraid I will not be able to accept the king’s decree.” Mag pointed to the little blackboard at the side. “It’s so unfortunate that I’ve just closed the shop for three days, so I have to resume operations again tomorrow. Otherwise, my cute customers will start getting angry.”


  “Hmm?” The young knight was stunned. He looked at Mag as though he was a fool. This fellow actually rejected the king’s invitation instead of bootlicking him?

  Who on this earth would actually reject the king? Why would there be someone who dared to reject the king!?

  “What did you just say?” The young knight thought he had surely misheard him.

  “Please go back. I have no time to go to the Roth Empire, because I have to run my restaurant,” Mag said calmly.

  No time.

  Of all perfunctory reasons out there, this fellow actually used this kind of excuse to reject the king’s invitation?!

  “Do you know what the king’s invitation implies?” The young knight pulled out a long sword attached to his belt, and pointed it at Mag as he coldly said, “What you need to worry about is me getting angry, and not your idiotic customers! You have two choices, either you leave with me or you die.”


  “Young man, it’s better to be humble.” Mag looked at the young knight complicatedly.

  “Humble?” The young knight chuckled, and arrogantly said, “Ever since I became the king’s personal guard, lowly people like you only have the right to look up to me—”


  Bam!

  A folded chair formed a perfect parabola in the air and landed hard on the young knight’s face.

  The young knight fell straight off the unicorn back and onto the ground. From afar, a fiery red figure jumped up and stepped on the knight who was struggling to get back up. With one hand, he reached out to grab the folded chair that was dropping down.

  “It’s not good to stop us, the Burning Legion, from eating our holy roujiamo,” Sargeras said seriously as he looked at the face of the young knight that he was stepping on.

  The young knight felt half of his face become numb as though it was crushed by a horse-drawn carriage, and his head was spinning.

  And that demon who was stepping on his face was exuding great power, which made him fearful. The strength he had was enough to easily kill him.

  “I’ve told you before that my customers are not ordinary when they get angry. Now, do you believe me?” Mag looked at the young knight under Sargeras’s foot and sighed softly, but the gloating in his tone really called for a beating.

  “You demon, do you know who I am? I am the Roth King’s special envoy. How dare you humiliate me like this. The Roth Empire will definitely put you on the list of people to be killed. Aren’t you going to let me go right now?!” the young knight howled. He had nothing to fear with the Roth Empire and the Roth King as his backing.

  “King’s special envoy?” Sargeras frowned. It would mean trouble if the Roth Empire were to start targeting the Burning Legion. If that was the case, then this fellow……

  Sargeras’s gaze turned cold. He already had the intention to kill.

  The young knight saw Sargeras’s hesitation, and thought that it was because he was afraid after hearing the Roth King’s name, so he arrogantly continued, “Hmph, you’re just a mere demon. How dare you go against the imperial decree. Let me off this instant and then beg for my forgiveness. If I am happy, I might just spare your life.”


  Even Mag could not help but take his hat off to this lad’s determination to die.

  If it were not because Mag was afraid that he would get into trouble if this fellow died in Chaos City, he would have already opened his head up with a chopping knife to see what exactly was inside.

  Sargeras’s face turned cold. He tightly gripped the folded chair, and was prepared to send this tactless fellow on his way.

  “Since when can someone from the Roth Empire come over to Chaos City to threaten the citizens of Chaos City?” Just then, a voice sounded. A black horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of Mamy Restaurant. The carriage door opened, and Rolan walked out. He looked coldly at the face of the young knight which was still stepped on.

  Sargeras looked at the person who came down from the horse-drawn carriage and kept his folded chair. He retracted the leg that was stepping on the young knight’s face and stepped aside.

  Since even the lord of the Gray Temple had arrived, he would naturally have no business here anymore.

  The young knight felt another horrifying aura overwhelming him. Even though the demon had already retracted his foot, the overwhelming pressure made him lie motionless on the ground, unable to breathe.

  “Lord Rolan of the Gray Temple!” The young knight shuddered. This was one of those who held power in Chaos City. He actually appeared here because of a chef, and even attacked him.

  “Lord Rolan, I have been instructed by the king to invite the owner of Mamy Restaurant, Mr. Mag, to Rodu to prepare the imperial feast. I have no intentions to offend you. Please forgive me,” the young knight quickly said.

  There had been news going around that the city lord of Chaos City was kind, while the lord of the Gray Temple was vicious. If he were to do anything to him, the king might not even say anything about it.

  “Mr. Mag, do you wish to go?” Rolan looked at Mag.

  “The restaurant is busy. I will have to trouble this brave knight to pass the message to the king that I am unable to make it,” Mag said with a smile.

  Rolan released his aura and looked at the knight as he coldly said, “You’ve heard him. Now, you can scram.”