Chapter 1462 - My Appearance Fee Is Very High

Chapter 1462: My Appearance Fee Is Very High

After the morning operating hours, Miya and the rest knocked off, and went to the ice cream shop. Mag made himself a pot of tea as he got ready to go upstairs to finish his proposal.

Right at this moment, someone knocked on the door.

"You're here?" Mag put down his teapot and walked over to open the door.

A tall and skinny orc with a pair of black orc ears stood outside the door. He sized Mag up, and said, "You're Boss Mag, the owner of this restaurant?"

"Yes. What's the matter?" Mag nodded. He could tell that he was of the same kind as Connie based on his ears, but they were too genetically different, and he was a little ugly.

"I'm from the noble Falk Tribe. You can call me Lord Klaur. I've come on the orders of Chief Gary to invite you to our tribe to make the food for our chief's coronation banquet," said the orc with his head held high as he waited for Mag to bow down to him.

Mag scoffed and shook his head as he said, "I'm sorry, but the restaurant's very busy. I cannot accept the invitation. If there's nothing else, please leave."

"Huh?"

Klaur was stunned. He looked at Mag in disbelief. This fellow actually rejected Chief Gary's invitation!

"You might not know this, but the Falk Tribe is the second-largest orc tribe. Our standing amongst the orcs is just below the Aug Tribe, and Chief Gary holds the highest position in our tribe. It's your honor to be invited," Klaur said disdainfully, as though he was waiting for Mag to kneel gratefully.

"Please thank Chef Gary for his kind intentions on my behalf. The Twilight Forest is very far away, and we have a lot of employees working in the restaurant, so it is really difficult for us to go over. Do look for another chef," Mag rejected calmly again.

"Far away? I heard that you've even gone over to the Roth Empire to make the food for the king's banquet. Don't tell me that the Twilight Forest is further than the Roth Empire," Klaur said with a frown. He appeared very unhappy.

"The king of the Roth Empire is the only king in the Roth Empire, isn't that so?" Mag answered with a smile.

"You…" Klaur's expression changed. This fellow was obviously mocking the Falk Tribe for being second, and the point the orc used to flaunt became a mockery immediately.

"Let me tell you. It's your honor for the Falk Tribe to invite you. You're just a measly human chef. How dare you talk to me like this?? Aren't you afraid that I will finish you off?" Klaur said angrily. He had the urge to twist Mag's head off his shoulders.

"Boss Mag, do you need help?" Barzel asked as he looked at Klaur cautiously. He happened to pass by the restaurant as he patrolled with his monkey.

Klaur saw Barzel wearing the Gray Temple uniform, and was reminded of Gary's warning before he came over. He suddenly looked a little uncomfortable, and smiled awkwardly as he said, "It's nothing. I was just inviting him over to our tribe to cook."

"This orc from the Falk Tribe said that he was going to finish me off," Mr. Mag said calmly. He wouldn't play along with Klaur.

Barzel pulled a face, and said in a deep voice to Klaur, "Sir, you've just attempted to disturb a resident of Chaos City. Please follow me back for investigation."

Klaur's face changed. He quickly waved his hands as he said, "No, it's not like that. I was just joking. I am a special envoy of Chief Gary from the Falk Tribe. I am here to specially invite Boss Mag from Mamy Restaurant back to our tribe to cook for our chief's coronation banquet. I respect Mr. Mag a lot. How could I harm or even threaten him?"

"Respect? Didn't you just request for me to call you Lord Klaur? Even the city lord didn't raise such a request when he came over to the restaurant to eat," Mag said with a smile.

Klaur looked at Mag's smile and clenched his teeth. However, the thought of Gary's fury if he failed to bring Mag back made him suppress his anger. He squeezed out a smile, and said, "How can that be? Just call me Klaury. I am representing the Falk Tribe to officially send an invitation to you. We can negotiate the price, and we will even send the Falk Tribe's flying steed to ferry you to and fro. You do not have to worry about the journey at all."

"Oh, Klaury, if your attitude had been that good just now, things would've been easy." Mag nodded with satisfaction. He continued, "However, my appearance fee is very high. We would have to calculate according to the restaurant's daily profit, which is 2,000,000 copper coins a day. How many days do you intend to hire me for?"

"2,000,000 copper coins a day!" Klaur's eyes popped out. He almost cursed at him. However, he saw Barzel still standing at the side in the corner of his eyes, so he suppressed his rising anger once again. With a meek smile, he said, "Do you think you could lower the price a little? 2,000,000 copper coins a day is a little too high."

"As the second-largest orc tribe, how can you bargain with me for spending a mere 2,000,000 copper coins to hire a chef for your chief's conferring ceremony? This is a little disappointing," Mag sighed.

"H-how can that be? Alright, 2,000,000 copper coins it is. Please arrive at the tribe a day before to prepare. Let's just take it as two days," Klaur said a little uncomfortably. The budget he was given before he came over was 100,000 copper coins. Now, he would have to think about how to explain the extra 3,900,000 copper coins.

Mag nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Alright. Set the date. We have around 12 people in the team."

"I will come over personally to pick you up in the morning five days later," Klaur said quickly before turning to leave.

"Before we set off, I want a deposit of half the agreed amount. Otherwise, we will not go."

"Sure," Klaur promised through clenched teeth. He quickened his pace a little, and thought angrily to himself, I'll show you what's the price you have to pay for talking to me like this once we reach the Twilight Forest.

"It seems like the customers of Mamy Restaurant will have to go two days without Boss Mag's cooking," Barzel told Mag with a smile. As the chief inspector of the Gray Temple patrolling Aden Square, Barzel was quite close to Mag.

"I don't have a choice. There are some invitations I can't turn down." Mag shook his head, and chatted a while more with Barzel before going back into the restaurant.

The information Michael gave last night was very accurate. The people from the Falk Tribe really came, and even personally invited them to the Twilight Forest to prepare Gary's coronation banquet.

This meant that they had already infiltrated the Falk Tribe, and had also successfully gotten a legal identity to attend the conferring ceremony, just as he had expected.

It was easier to deal the enemy a fatal blow if they could infiltrate their internal operations.

"Since that's the case, we'll just have to push back releasing the sliced beef and ox tongue in chili sauce, and use it as the finale dish," Mag muttered to himself as he brought his teapot upstairs.

***

"Young Master Cyril, according to Master's wishes, you will no longer be in charge of the Moreton Family's internal operations from today onwards. However, your position as a board member of the Chamber of Commerce will still be kept," Manard announced calmly as he looked at Cyril.

Cyril slumped into his chair as he shook his head, and muttered to himself in disbelief, "No… Father can't do this to me… He can't do this to me…"

"The handover will start tomorrow. Do cooperate in the process, Young Master Cyril," Manard said as he glanced at Cyril with pity before turning to leave.