Chapter 1527 - That’s The Symbol Of Nobility

Chapter 1527: That's The Symbol Of Nobility

"I am a chef with professional ethics. I will naturally do my best since I am paid to do so," Mag said with a smile.

"Very well." Jeremy took a step back. He glanced over the ladies from the restaurant before turning around to leave. He instructed the orc beside him, "Bring them over to the main kitchen. Give them whatever they want. Remember, nothing is more important than the banquet tomorrow."

"Yes." That orc nodded and watched Jeremy leave before turning back to say to Mag and the rest, "Follow me."

Mag nodded slightly, held Amy's hand, and brought everyone along.

If one would describe the valley outside the city as a litter of orc tribes, the inner city would be a small yet bustling city.

The ground was paved with flat black stone. The street, which was around 10 meters wide, had black buildings lined neatly on both its sides, forming a stone temple that stood tall, with scriptures and cat-like statues everywhere.

"This really is a tribe full of cat slaves," Mag lamented to himself after looking around. He swept a glance at the right hand of the orc walking in front. As the orc walked, Mag could see a blackened hemp rope on his wrist as his hand swung. Mag raised his brow, and retracted his gaze naturally.

The coronation ceremony was the most prestigious event of the entire tribe. There were orcs decorating the streets everywhere, bringing up the festivity there.

Mag and the gang attracted quite a lot of attention, especially the beautiful ladies, who attracted it even more.

"This is the chef in charge of tomorrow night's banquet. All of you better be more respectful," the orc walking in front said sternly, making the other orcs with a nasty grin back off.

When they heard that these people had to do with the banquet, the orcs immediately backed away embarrassedly. None of them dared to ruin the chief's joyous event, because that might cost them their head.

"These people have cat ears." Amy looked around curiously, and softly said, "Big Sister Connie's pink ears look way better than theirs."

"That's the symbol of nobility," Mag said softly with a smile. The breeds of orcs from the Falk Tribe could be distinguished by their ear colors. Black and gray were the most ordinary and common, while pink ears belonged only to female orcs from the royal family.

"I see." Amy nodded thoughtfully. She looked at Ugly Duckling, which she was carrying in her arms, and curiously asked, "Then what about Ugly Duckling? Its ears are uniquely orange."

"I guess it signifies the weight of its existence." Mag raised his brow. The feline magic beasts were behaving a little strangely just now. Ugly Duckling was just a magic beastling of a few months old, but those magic beasts appeared willing to bow down to it. It seemed like Ugly Duckling was really quite special.

"Oh." Amy nodded. She put Ugly Duckling on the ground, and disdainfully said, "No wonder it's so heavy."

"Meow~"

Ugly Duckling looked up pitifully at Amy, and meowed with grievance.

"Haha, then let me carry Ugly Duckling. It's so soft and cuddly. I feel so warm when holding it," Yabemiya picked Ugly Duckling up happily, and carried it in her arms happily.

"Meow~"

Ugly Duckling closed its eyes, and lay in Miya's embrace comfortably.

That orc probably had some status around here. He led them through a gantry, and finally stopped in front of a door to a large yard. He turned around, and sternly told Mag and the rest, "This is the main kitchen. All of you have to stay here for today and the subsequent days. No one is allowed to leave the premises. Otherwise, we won't be able to guarantee your safety."

"May I ask what's the most dangerous place here?" Mag asked with a smile after looking around.

"For you all, the most dangerous place has got to be the chief's palace and the prison in the north of the city. You are not allowed to go near these two places," the orc said even more sternly.

"If that's the case, we'll just act according to the agreement." Mag nodded.

The orc brought them into the main kitchen. The yard was very spacious. There were several large and small kitchens on both sides, with many orcs hurrying in and out busily while holding ingredients or cooked food.

Mag watched the scene, and thought of the royal kitchen in the Rodu's palace. The royal kitchen was way larger in scale, and they had even more chefs. However, both had the similar role of providing food for many people.

"Wow, what a huge kitchen. Are they making food for the entire city?" Amy looked around in shock.

"Yes. I think this is the kitchen of this city," Mag said with a nod.

The orc shouted for the gatekeeper, and a greasy-faced orc with a potbelly very quickly came over. He looked at the orc, and said, "Lord Kernen, you're here."

The orc, called Kernen, pointed at Mag and the rest, and said, "This is the chef, Mr. Mag, and his helpers that Lord Jeremy personally invited from Chaos City. They will be in charge of the most important main banquet for tomorrow. All of you have to do your best to cooperate with them, and do what they order as much as possible."

"Yes, yes." The greasy orc nodded quickly, and smiled at Mag and the rest.

"Settle their accommodation and give them the best," Kernen said. After that, he turned to tell Mag, "Mr. Mag, the main kitchen will settle your accommodations and food. If there's anything you need, you can tell them to look for me."

"Alright. Thank you." Mag nodded and watched Kernen leave.

"Are you Mr. Mag, the one who was titled the best chef by the king of the Roth Empire during his banquet? I've been seeing news about you and your restaurant in magazines recently. I didn't think that we would manage to invite you over to helm the banquet. It's such an honor to be able to see you." That orc looked at Mag with gleaming eyes. He quickly introduced himself. "I am the person in charge of this main kitchen. My name is Heyman, and I am in charge of managing the main kitchen, and providing the meals for all the royals in the inner city."

"Hello," Mag answered with a smile. This plump orc, who seemed to weigh at least 150 kg, didn't sound like he was bootlicking him on purpose, and also did not seem very arrogant. He was the first person Mag felt good about since arriving at the Falk Tribe.

"All of you must be tired after traveling such a long distance over here. I'll bring you all around first before getting the kitchen to prepare your dinner." After saying that, Heyman brought Mag and the rest over to their accommodations.

There was a little independent yard beside the main kitchen. It was not lavish, but it was still considered clean and elegant. There were four rooms where Mag and the rest would split up to sleep in.

After that, Heyman brought them back to the main kitchen and towards the dining area.

"Have you heard? Although the main kitchen would be in charge of the banquet for this conferring ceremony, the main banquet would be done by a chef from outside. It seemed like we were abandoned," a short and skinny chef began in the dining area.