Master Rom was chatting happily with Michael and his family, and the dishes were soon served. They chatted as they ate, so the ambiance was getting more and more relaxed.

  Just as Michael said, it was only a personal dinner, so they only talked about some interesting topics. Not a word about recruiting was mentioned.

  Meanwhile, Dicus and Rom’s two disciples sat at the next table and ate quietly.

  Joss and Joey weren’t surprised that their master could chat with the Chaos City Lord so amicably. After all, all the people who were lining up in front of the workshop were all powerhouses from all the tribes.

  “Boss Mag is indeed the number one chef in Chaos City. Be it the tofu pudding or the grilled fish, their taste is equally shocking and mesmerizing,” Monica lamented. This was her first visit to Mamy Restaurant. She had only heard Vivian heap praises on it before. She only understood that all her praises were truthful after tasting the dishes herself today.

  “Hehe. I didn’t lie to you, right? I’ll bring you along next time,” Vivian said proudly, as if she was showing off something very remarkable.

  “Are you trying to make me foot the bill for you?” Monica chuckled.

  “Of course not……” Vivian popped a piece of grilled fish into her mouth, and pretended that she didn’t understand anything.

  Michael smiled at Master Rom. “Come to speak of it, the Weapons’ Rankings have not changed for many years. I wonder when Master Rom wants to update it?”


  The Norland Continent’s Weapons’ Rankings had existed for 100 years. They recorded all the top weapons on the continent. They had always been reviewed by the Forging Association. This was a very stable ranking as legendary weapons were not that easily forged, after all.

  Meanwhile, Master Rom was this ranking’s greatest variable. Every time he released a new weapon, there would be a change in this ranking. Sometimes, it would even change the status of the top 10 weapons.

  However, five or six years had passed since Master Rom had last forged a new weapon. There were still many people lining up in front of the workshop during these years, but there was no news of him promising to forge a weapon for anyone. Therefore, some rumors began to appear.

  Some said that Master Rom had exhausted his talent, and could no longer forge better weapons.

  There were also some people saying that Master Rom was too old, and could no longer swing his hammer.

  Some were saying that Master Rom’s memory was getting bad, and he most probably couldn’t forge new weapons anymore.

  There were many rumors, but none was verified. So, it made people very curious.

  Michael had met Master Rom over 20 years ago. Apart from being slightly older, the latter still looked energetic, agile, and healthy to him today. He didn’t look like he couldn’t swing the hammer or had bad memory.

  As for talent?

  If Master Rom lost his talent, there probably were no talented forgers left in this world anymore.

  Therefore, Michael was only curious when Master Rom was going to create his next weapon. He had no doubts that his next weapon was still going to get onto Weapons’ Rankings.

  “I’m still thinking about it. Maybe I’ll create it, or maybe I’ll not. Let’s see what fate brings us. A good weapon has to meet the right person too.” Rom smiled, shaking his head.

  “Fate is indeed too marvelous to describe.” Michael smiled too. He didn’t think that Rom was showing off at all.

  The Tian Du Sword wasn’t custom-made for Mag Alex by Master Rom. This sword had been passed down in the Alex Family for over 200 years before Mag Alex used this sword to vanquish countless enemies ranging from the dragons in the sky to the demons in the sea. Only then did this sword advance from 100-odd position to the top three in the Weapons’ Rankings.

  Regardless of how excellent a weapon was, without an owner who was the right fit for it, it would only be a piece of art that was collecting dust.

  Vivian put down the chopsticks, and expectantly asked Rom, “Master, do you think I look like the fated person?”


  “Miss Vivian is someone who doesn’t even need to use a chef’s knife, so you won’t get to use it even if you are fated.” Rom smiled.

  “Alright. Seems like I’m not ‘fated’ enough.” Vivian shrugged. She wasn’t disappointed, as she indeed wasn’t strong enough to swing a sword, and she was not going to use a chef’s knife anyway.

  Dicus went out in the middle of the meal, and soon returned to whisper into Michael’s ear.

  Michael nodded slightly, and then smiled at Rom. “Master Rom, although I have invited you for a personal dinner today, I do have a favor to ask of you.”


  “Please say it, my lord.” Rom nodded.

  Michael smilingly said, “The person who offended you today was Jeffree Moreton’s second son. The Moreton Family is one of the Chaos City’s four major families, and Jeffree has made a lot of contribution to the city’s development as the president of the Chamber of Commerce. I knew that son loved to make trouble and deserved to be taught a lesson for offending you, but as you know, your followers will do anything just to get into your good books, so I would like to ask you to forgive him here. With regard to teaching him a lesson, we will let his father do it. May I know, is it alright with you?”


  “So it’s about this incident. Since my lord believes that his father will be able to teach him a lesson, of course I’m not going to teach someone else’s son for him.” Rom nodded, and tilted his head to say to Joss sitting at the side, “Make a trip to the new workshop, and tell them what I said. This incident is considered over.”


  “Yes.” Joss strode toward the door with a roujiamo in his hand.

  “Thank you very much.” Michael cupped his hands.

  “It’s only a small matter.” Rom smiled and shook his head as he picked up a piece of steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers, and put it into his bowl.

  ***

  Mars strode in, turned to Gloria, who was poring over the ledger, and seriously said, “Young Mistress, we’ve just received news from the residence: Cyril has been relieved of all his duties, and all the businesses under his name were reclaimed.”


  Gloria’s eyes lit up. She put down the ledger, and said to Mars, “Does he still have the right to inherit?”


  “That wasn’t mentioned.” Mars shook his head, and continued, “However, judging from the way that Master handled this matter, it seems like he’s no longer going to tolerate Cyril’s behavior. This is a good thing for you.”


  “Cyril did this to himself. We just have to make sure we do our jobs properly, and leave the other matters to Grandfather to decide.” Gloria picked up the ledger and continued reading it.

  Mars looked at Gloria with appreciation as he backed out of the room quietly.

  ***

  “What are you looking at?” Camilla asked as she leaned against the wall, and looked at Angela who was poking her head out and peeping sneakily.

  “Nothing. I’m simply observing this busy restaurant casually. The job seems busier than I’ve imagined,” Angela calmly replied as she retracted her gaze from Irina without a trace.

  “Really?” Camilla looked at her with a questioning smile.

  “Then, what is Big Sister Camilla looking at?” Angela leaned forward a little and smiled at Camilla, narrowing her almond-shaped eyes.

  Camilla pursed her lips, and disdainfully said, “I’m not the kind of woman that you can seduce easily. You don’t have to try that on me.”


  “Excuse me. It’s my occupational disease.” Angela retracted her gaze and shrugged nonchalantly. Then, she perplexedly asked, “However, given Countess Bartoli’s reputation and power, why did you become a Mamy Restaurant’s employee who is in charge of preparing the ingredients? Perhaps you are interested in the boss……?”


  “I would have to be blind to be interested in him.” Camilla rolled her eyes, and then told Angela, “I don’t understand, either. Given your talents and power, you should’ve become the succubi’s holy maiden easily. You should be rather busy, so why did you come here to be a service staff member? Perhaps you are interested in the boss?”


  “I would have to be blind to be interested in him.” Angela rolled her eyes too.

  Their gazes met in the air, and they both saw an inexplicable gleam in each other’s eyes.

  It was the presence of their own kind.