Chapter 1630 - You Cannot Meet Chefs Who Are Too Good When You’re Young

Chapter 1630: You Cannot Meet Chefs Who Are Too Good When You're Young

The first prince of the Roth Empire had finally ended his visit to Chaos City, and there was a grand farewell ceremony at the city lord's castle held for his group.

"What a pity. Now you'll have a lot to crave for now. It's easy for a poor person to be extravagant, but it's not easy for an extravagant person to live poorly." Abraham sighed softly in his horse-drawn carriage as he watched the golden eagle disappear in the distance.

For a chowhound, you couldn't meet chefs who were too good when you were young, especially top-tier chefs like Boss Mag. Otherwise, you would never be able to walk out of this city.

Of course, for an old man like him, who had tasted the whole of Norland Continent, it was fantastic to be able to meet a chef like Boss Mag at his age.

He had already walked on roads that he should explore, and seen all the vibrancy that there was to see. For the rest of his life, all he wanted to do was to find a good chef and stay right beside him so that he could enjoy delicious food every day.

"It's best if this world does not go into chaos. Otherwise, you can't even eat in peace." Abraham looked away, and put the curtain down before ordering the coachman to head back to his residence.

As the most trusted brother of the king, although Abraham had not been involved in state affairs for years, he still knew very well how much his older brother wanted to take over the world.

Abraham couldn't stop these things from happening, so he could only make a silent prayer.

"Forget it. I should think about whether to have super mild spicy grilled fish or steak for lunch."

***

A young girl in tattered animal hide clothes put down the vines that were on her shoulders, and turned back to look at a young man as she said, "Darren, I see it. The tall city walls that Grandpa said you couldn't see the end to. It must be Chaos City!"

The young man named Darren appeared to be only in his teens. He had very young and refined features, making him look rather feminine. However, his eyes had a hint of whiteness to them, and it seemed that he could not see anything. He said in surprise, "Really? That wall that you can't see the end to must be very sublime."

"Mm-hm. It's like a mountain in a plain." Lucy nodded. She thought that her description was not accurate enough, and added, "It's like Mount Amari that's in front of our village."

Darren opened his eyes wide, but quickly lowered his gaze in defeat as he softly said, "I wish I could see it for myself."

Lucy's heart went out for Darren when she saw him in such low spirits. However, she quickly smiled and stroked Darren's head as she said, "This time, we brought the money that other villagers have pooled together and come all the way to Chaos City to treat your eyes. Grandpa said that the best doctor is in Chaos City, and he'll definitely be able to treat your eyes."

"Really?" Darren looked up, but was still quite hesitant.

"Of course. Grandpa said that your eyes are eagle eyes, and they are just covered. Once the doctor heals your eyes, you will definitely become the best hunter in our village," Lucy said with confidence.

"Then I must hunt a lot so that the entire village can have meat." Darren also smiled.

"Let's go. Let's go over, and I'll find you a doctor. Your eyes will definitely be cured." Lucy put the heavy vines on her shoulder again, and clenched her teeth as she pulled a snow sledge down the hill. Her little shoulders shuddered with every step as she trudged along.

***

"Hey, Honey, come quick, I can see the words on the ledger clearly now!" An old accountant stared at the ledger in his hands, and shouted towards the room in surprise and joy.

"Told you to drink less. You must be drunk. You're not blind. Of course you can see." An old lady walked out of the room with a face of disdain.

"I don't mean that. I mean I can see the ledger clearly even when I'm holding it like this," the old accountant told the old lady with a shake of his head while bringing the ledger an arm away from his eyes.

"I thought you had to bring the ledger close to your eyes clearly? How come you can see it clearly at such a distance?" The old lady was shocked when she heard that. She reached out to take the ledger from the old accountant's hands, and pointed at a random row as she said, "Read this."

"11th. Sold a total of 41 gold bracelets. Collected 400,000 copper coins. Sold 25 gold necklaces. Collected 266,000 copper coins…" The old accountant started reading.

"Without a mistake," the old lady exclaimed in disbelief when she took a look herself.

"Isn't it? My presbyopia has been a problem for years, and it's miraculously healed." The old accountant was also stunned. However, he quickly smacked the back of his head, and said, "I know, it must be Mamy Restaurant."

"That restaurant you have been going with the others to fool around and drink for the past few nights?"

The old accountant shook his head. He angrily said, "We're not fooling around. I say, my presbyopia must have been cured by the days of drinking rum. It's Old Sim's 15-year-old rum. It must be different!"

"Really?" The old lady was still in disbelief. However, the old man's presbyopia was a problem for years, and it even aggravated over the past two years such that he could no longer go through the gold shop's accounts meticulously, and could only do a rough check monthly, but now he no longer needed to strain his eyes when looking at the ledger.

"Yeah. Looks like I have to go over to drink tonight. Maybe in another few days' time, I can go out hunting, and even see the eagles flying in the sky clearly," the old accountant said with a chuckle. He was in a fantastic mood. He would be able to finish going through the ledger today in no time at all, and even have the time to walk around the gold shop to check if those fellows had been doing the accounts seriously.

***

"Boss, I'm done with my drawing," Hannah said excitedly to Mag as she carried a thick stack of papers downstairs.

Mag looked at Hannah, who had been eating and sleeping in the study for days. Her messy hair was like a bird's nest, and her dark circles were very prominent, but her eyes were shining ever so brightly. Mag's capitalist heart felt a little uneasy. With a nod, he said, "Let me take a look."

It was a thick stack of blueprints with detailed illustrations of every part of the brewing machine. The structure was not complicated, and it was very easy for Mag to understand.

After his strict tutoring over the previous several days, the final draft of the blueprint was perfect. Of course, the only person with the skills to produce this machine would be Mobai, the blacksmith next door.

Mag took a careful look at all the blueprints, nodded, and said, "I think we can try making the prototype. When it's out, we can refine it further based on the problems that surface later."

"Which means, I don't have to edit my blueprint anymore?" Hannah asked in surprise.

"Yes."

"Oh my gosh! I'm finally done with staying up all night! I don't have to edit anymore…"

Hannah fainted with a face full of joy in Mag's embrace.

"…" Mag.