“The venue was wafting with fragrance, and praises could be heard everywhere.

  “This is the first time I’ve actually seen the nobles lose all their manners while eating, yet they can’t bear to put their chopsticks down,” a palace maid who was in charge of serving the dishes said a little agitatedly to Heyman.

  Upon hearing that, Heyman could not help but gasp in awe. “Mr. Mag is Mr. Mag indeed. He really lives up to his name.”


  His main worry about such occasions would be whether the guests at the main banquet tables would be satisfied with the dishes. After all, they were all distinguished guests from various tribes, so they might have their own preferences and habits. Thus, even an experienced chef would not be able to satisfy everyone.

  But Mag did it today. He used delicacies to break the habits and preferences of individuals, and turned this banquet into a festival.

  “Are all the dishes served?” Heyman asked.

  “He said that there was still one last dish. After that, we’re done,” that palace maid answered.

  “Husband and wife lung slice……” Heyman’s smile slowly disappeared. He was not unfamiliar with Romeo and Juliet. They were a pair of kind nobles who loved exquisite food. They were also very kind to others. If the rebellion had not happened, they would not have ended up like that.

  “Go on. Be careful. It’s the last dish, nothing must go wrong.” Heyman raised his hand to signal the palace maid to go off.

  The palace maids brought the final dish out, and Heyman strolled over to Kitchen One slowly. Just as he was about to knock on the door, Mag pushed the door open and walked out.

  “Supervisor Heyman, what a coincidence. I was about to look for you,” Mag said to Heyman.

  “Oh? What is it, Mr. Mag?” Heyman asked with a smile.

  Mag smiled, and said, “The dishes have all been served, and the chief’s conferring ceremony was such a rare occurrence, not to mention it’s the conferring ceremony of a big tribe like the Falk Tribe. I was thinking if I could bring my child and ladies to watch the ceremony.”


  “Tonight’s banquet was very successful. The nobles from the other tribes were full of praises for your cooking. Since the dishes are all served, if you want to watch the ceremony, I can report to the higher-ups and bring you guys along,” Heyman said with a smile and a nod.

  “Then I’ll have to trouble you, Supervisor Heyman,” Mag said gratefully, and appeared to be very excited.

  Heyman glanced into the kitchen and hesitated as he started, “The husband and wife……”


  “They left very peacefully,” Mag said with a smile.

  “That’s great…… That’s great……” Heyman looked at Mag with a complicated expression. He nodded and turned to leave.

  “The couple has been moved successfully, and so were the fellows in the back alley,” Babla said softly as she appeared behind Mag.

  Mag nodded slightly, and softly said, “Very good. Let’s get ready to watch the ceremony. If there’s a chance, we still have to give it a try.”


  “Father, what was the powder that you put into the grilled fish just now?” Amy asked curiously as she walked beside Mag.

  “It’s a kind of drug that would make our enemies a lot easier to handle,” Mag explained with a smile. In the end, he only added the cephalosporin to the fish for Gary’s table. Based on their strength as a 10th-tier, and their body constitution, the amount that he added would only help the alcohol in Hannah’s wine kick in so they would get drunk more easily.

  Other than saving Ferdinand, Mag’s most important mission tonight would be to find the source of the black fog and get rid of it.

  He had to ensure that he could be in control of the situation while carrying out his mission, so a good way to lower his enemies’ abilities would be to make them drunk.

  The black fog was the top priority for tonight, so he was willing to use any method or means.

  “Cover Ugly Duckling with its black sack so others don’t see it.” Mag pulled out a black cloth bag and covered Ugly Duckling with it, only leaving half of its head out for it to breathe.

  “Meow~?~” Ugly Duckling peeked its head out, and looked at Mag with bewilderment.

  “Ugly Duckling, do as I taught you later, and I’ll prepare grilled fish specially for you without chili,” Mag said with a smile to Ugly Duckling.

  ╰(*°▽°*)╯


  “Meow, meow, meow~” Ugly Duckling’s eyes shone like little stars.

  Heyman arranged things very quickly, and in about 10 minutes, Mag and the rest were seated in a glossy black horse-drawn carriage bringing them to the venue.

  Mag lifted a corner of the curtain to look out through the window. There weren’t many people on the streets, but there was an orc guard every 20 meters or so. The security was very tight.

  On the way, they were even stopped three times for checks, but since Heyman applied for an all-access pass, they could go through very smoothly with almost no checks at all.

  The horse-drawn carriage came to a halt.

  “We’ve arrived.” The unnatural voice of the coachman came amidst the chaotic noises.

  Mag and the rest alighted from the horse-drawn carriage, and arrived at the outer ring of the venue. The place was filled with people, and the dozens of torches lit the place up brightly.

  The banquet was coming to an end, and the palace maids had started to clear the plates. This meant that the conferring ceremony was about to begin.

  The coachman sternly said, “According to the regulations, all of you can only watch the ceremony from here. You’re not allowed to go anywhere. I will be watching all your movements here. If any of you violates the rules, I will—”


  Bam!

  With a swift move, the unfinished words, together with the coachman, were stuffed into the carriage.

  Mag stopped the horse-drawn carriage at the side where most of the carriages were parked. He turned to the others, who were looking at him in shock, and said, “Let’s go in front to take a look.” Then, he walked ahead.

  “Wow, I feel that Boss is getting cooler,” Yabemiya told Elizabeth softly.

  Elizabeth frowned slightly. She looked intently at Mag’s back thoughtfully, and somehow found it very familiar, but she could not seem to put her finger on it. The masked man unknowingly surfaced in her mind.

  Babla made a path through space distortion so that they could easily squeeze to the first row and take a good spot.

  “Have you found her?” Mag said softly towards the walkie-talkie.

  “I haven’t found traces of Connie. I will continue to keep a lookout for her.” Camilla’s voice came over quickly.

  “Be careful,” Mag reminded her. He watched the figure in orange armor slowly make its way towards the elevated platform.

  Needless to say, that had to be the main character of today’s conferring ceremony, Gary the Kingslayer.

  Looks aside, that orange armor was enough to put Mag to shame. It gave off an orangey vibe.

  Of course, what Mag cared about most was whether he had the aura of the black fog on him.

  Mag’s current top suspect was Gary.

  “He did have the aura of the black fog and evilness on him. However, it was way weaker compared to that on Borg and Alfred. It might be because the black fog is still quite small.” Irina’s voice came from the headset.