Everyone left, and Amy carried Ugly Duckling to Annie’s to play.

  Mag closed the door, turned around, and looked at Irina, who appeared in the restaurant. Smiling, he said, “Do you have a lot of questions?”


  “I know you weren’t truthful just now. So what exactly is going on?” Irina nodded and looked at Mag curiously.

  “What did you see?” Mag was not eager to reply.

  “The Holy Light. The real Holy Light, cutting through the universe.”


  “Have you understood it?”


  “Not yet. But as long as I see it enough times, I will eventually understand it.” Irina shook her head slightly. “So what exactly is going on? Why would this dish have such miraculous effects? Does it have anything to do with the octopus monster?”


  Mag looked at Irina, and thought for a while before replying, “I am not very clear about the details. It is said that when one’s culinary skills reach a certain level, it will have a miraculous effect on one’s cooking. For example, the tofu pudding that could achieve beautifying results and the ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ that could grow hair. These stir-fried octopus tentacles and octopus balls might just as well be like that.”


  Irina looked at Mag for a while. With a strange expression, she said, “Which means your culinary skills have already reached the level where you can cook up the Law of the Way?”


  “That’s an exaggeration. Maybe it could only open up a door for all of you. For things like the Law of the Way, those who knew it would know it, and those who didn’t would never be able to understand it. Even if they could see it, there would still be no use.” Mag shook his head. He did not want to keep Irina in the dark on purpose. However, the System was not something that could be easily explained. Besides, the more he said, the more mistakes he might make. On top of that, telling her that she had eaten the octopus monster’s meat might make her throw everything up. Therefore, he could only push everything to his culinary skills.

  In any case, they couldn’t be replicated.

  Of course, the most important thing was that Irina was obviously very interested in the Law of the Holy Light, and she intended to continue making use of this chance to view the real Holy Light.

  This feeling was probably the same as when you ate chicken gizzard and intestines, and the shop owner would not tell you what part of the animal exactly you were eating, and what it would do to your body.

  Irina looked at Mag suspiciously. “Does it really have nothing to do with the octopus monster?”


  “If I used the octopus monster to make octopus balls, do you think I would sell it for 40 copper coins a set?” Mag shrugged.

  “That’s true. You’re already selling a youtiao at 80 copper coins.” Irina nodded. Taking that octopus monster’s tentacles might cost him his life. How could he only sell it at 40 copper coins per set?

  “That’s decided by the market price. I did not set it high on my own,” Mag said it without even blushing.

  One had to know that the youtiao was hand-made by a half-god knight who woke up early every morning. It was not even too much to set it at 800 copper coins, much less 80 copper coins.

  “You look pretty today,” Mag told Irina with a smile.

  “Do you like it?” Irina smiled shyly.

  “Mm-hm. I love it.” Mag nodded.

  The blush on Irina’s face disappeared immediately, and then she looked at Mag with a seeming smile. “So you like orc-eared girls? Tell me, is there anything between you and Connie?”


  Mag glanced at the whip in her hand that appeared out of nowhere, and lost his smile. She was leading him on!

  Upon careful thought, this was a suicide question.

  If he answered that he liked it, she would say that that was not her, and the whip would be waiting for him.

  If he said that he did not like it…


  It might be the foldable chair instead of the whip.

  “What I mean is, I like you no matter what you look like.” Mag tried to keep himself level-headed and clear-minded. His mind worked quickly, and started searching for sweet nothings in his brain.

  “Then if I were to look like Gloria, would you like it?” Irina asked with a smile.

  “…” Mag.

  “System, can you send out an SOS for me? I am in urgent need!” Mag’s heart was racing. He did not know what Irina and Gloria said during lunch. How worrying.

  “Netizens’ reply: pretend to faint,” the System quickly replied.

  Mag rolled his eyes, and fainted on the spot.

  Now, Irina was dumbfounded seeing Mag lying on the floor, unconscious.

  “Is this for real?” Irina quickly bent over, and held Mag’s wrist. His heartbeat was a little quick, but it was still within the normal range.

  “A pretense?” Irina squinted. She smiled and whipped the ground beside Mag.

  Mag’s eyelashes fluttered, but he still controlled his reaction.

  “Alright, stop pretending. I’ll skip this question.” Irina kept her whip and kicked Mag lightly with her foot.

  Mag opened an eye, and saw Irina keeping the whip. He let out a sigh of relief before opening his eyes groggily. He sat up, and asked with bewilderment, “What happened to me just now?”


  “Tsk. You’ve grown capable. Now you’ve even learned how to feign death.” Irina smiled as she pulled out the foldable chair from behind her.

  Mag: ヽ(*.>Д<)o ?

  He was petrified.

  Thankfully, Irina did not really hit him.

  If they were to really get into a fight, he would not know whether to win or lose.

  “That lady is pretty cute.” Irina kept her little stool and sat on a chair.

  Mag knew she was referring to Gloria. He raised an eyebrow. Could she be trying to find him a mistress?

  However, he quickly dispelled that thought. This might be another leading question. After keeping her stool, she might bring out something two times worse.

  Man had to be able to control the situation. Being in a rush would often make things worse.

  “You man Annie? She is rather cute. A pity she can’t speak.” Mag poured her some water, and sat in front of Irina.

  Irina glanced at Mag, not knowing if he really didn’t know whom she was referring to.

  “Oh, right. Just now, Krassu said that he would be bringing Amy to Rodu to join a Magic Caster Tournament a few days later.” Mag quickly pretended not to understand Irina’s expression, and changed the topic.

  He did not like living on the edge. If he were to fall off accidentally, it would cost him either his life or his livelihood.

  “Such a boring competition. Just some fellows below the 8th-tier. But it’s a good opportunity for Amy to gain some experience,” Irina said with a slight nod.

  “Amy is only four. Would it be too early for her to gain fame?” Mag asked worriedly.

  “I became an advanced magic caster at 10, and you were known for killing a dragon at 23. This is our family’s tradition,” Irina said matter-of-factly.

  Mag thought for a while, and found nothing wrong with that.

  “I heard that Andre wanted to talk to you personally. The person coming to invite you over should be on his way.” Irina suddenly stopped smiling. “Are you going?”