Chapter 1662 - Aren’t You The Grandpa Who Sells Cleavers At Issen Castle?

Chapter 1662: Aren't You The Grandpa Who Sells Cleavers At Issen Castle?

"You're a little clever girl." Michael could not help but smile. After pondering the suggestion for a while, he said, "I am very confident in Boss Mag's food, but the prerequisite is that these people have to try Boss Mag's dishes first, and that is not an easy thing to make happen."

"That's easy. Father, you can hold a Norland Continent competition in Chaos City, and get the Chamber of Commerce to sponsor it with a hefty sum for rewards to attract talents of all fields to come to Chaos City to join the competition. After that, send the best batch to Mamy Restaurant for a meal, and then most of them will definitely not bear to leave," Vivian suggested.

"Mm-hmm. That is a good idea. There hasn't been a continent-wide skills competition before. If we organize it, we can invite the cream of the crop from every industry to join the competition." Michael's eyes lit up excitedly.

"Yes, yes. We can even organize a God of Cookery competition, and invite all the famous chefs on the Norland Continent to fight for the title of the God of Cookery. That would definitely attract a lot of people. Not only could it increase Chaos City's influence, if there were people who choose to stay, we could also increase our population and strength," Vivian agreed.

"Didn't we agree that we were all going to go out for dinner as a family, and we'd not talk about work?" The city lord's wife looked at the father-and-daughter duo who got increasingly excited. She rolled her eyes at Michael, and said, "You can even talk about work with Vivian even if you didn't bring your subordinates out."

With a smile, Michael said, "I didn't expect Vivian to be so sharp, and she gave me a lot of inspiration. I'm even thinking of getting her a role as a secretary at the city lord's castle. The addition of new blood might give those old folks some new ideas."

Vivian quickly shook her head, and declared, "That won't do. I'm already prepared to join the interview for Chaos School. I want to be like Luna and do something for education! I won't be joining you, adults, in politics."

"Don't you get cocky. Chaos School will not let you have it easy just because you're the young mistress of the city lord's castle. You're already so confident with just that amount of preparation time." The city lord's wife doused a bucket of cold water over Vivian's passion.

"Mother…" Vivian pouted with grievance.

"How could that be? Our Vivian is so outstanding. Although she might be a little quirky, she's more well-read than most teachers in Chaos School, and is very knowledgeable. On top of that, she has a sincere heart for education. I believe she will get through with no problem at all," Michael said while looking at Vivian dotingly.

"Hehe. Father knows me best." Vivian quickly put on a smile, and even started making faces at her mother.

"You can continue spoiling her," the city lord's wife said with a smile.

"She's my only daughter. Whom do I spoil if not her?" Michael said matter-of-factly.

The horse-drawn carriage came to a stop very quickly, and the coachman's voice came from outside. "Sir, we've arrived at Mamy Restaurant."

"Let's go. Honey, today I'll let you try Boss Mag's culinary skills." Michael stood up with a smile.

"Mother, the spicy grilled fish is superb. Today you'll find out that I wasn't boasting at all," Vivian said in a rather proud tone.

"Alright, let's alight." The city lord's wife held Vivian's hand with a smile, and said, "Let's not talk about how the food tastes for now. Today, I have to thank Mr. Mag personally for curing your illness. He's your savior. We're indebted to him, and we should never forget that."

The horse-drawn carriage from the city lord's castle had stopped by the side, but there seemed to be quite some people crowding around, looking at something behind the long line.

"Master Rom, I was wrong. I was shortsighted, and didn't know better. Please forgive me for my impudence this afternoon." Cyril was standing beside Master Rom, bowing so deeply his head was almost touching the ground. His voice was a little shaky, and his face was flushed red.

The customers in the line, and even some passersby, crowded over to watch.

Most customers quickly identified Cyril as the cocky one who wanted to hire Master Rom, but they did not expect him to suddenly change his stance, begging for the master's forgiveness in such a lowly way.

At this moment, Cyril only wanted to find a hole to hide in. He was considered quite a public figure in Chaos City's business field, and he was once regarded as the next leader of the Moreton Family. However, he was bowing down low to a dwarf, apologizing and begging for his forgiveness now.

"You're going to give up on the deal?" Master Rom looked at Cyril with a smile.

"I wouldn't dare not to. I was blind. I beg you to forgive me with magnanimity this time." Cyril felt his face burning. He sneaked a glance at Rom. If he couldn't get his forgiveness today, he might not be able to sleep tonight.

"Forgiveness?" Rom looked at Cyril. He didn't really take to heart what Cyril did this afternoon. It was considered a rather novel experience for him since he hadn't met anyone like that in Issen Castle.

However, he could probably guess the reason Cyril came back with an apology after leaving.

Although it was not his intention, those people who wanted a weapon from him were always trying to find ways to please him, and that was why there was a period of time no one dared to pass by his forging shop at Issen Castle. They were afraid that even a glance would land them with a crime of disrespecting the master, and they might get caught and thrown in front of Master Rom.

He wasn't sure how many of those people had followed him over to Chaos City, but he could be certain that this tradition would continue.

Since it was his first time at Chaos City, Rom did not want to cause a ruckus and make things difficult for the city lord's castle. Therefore, he was going to accept Cyril's apology and move on.

"Hey, aren't you the grandpa who sells cleavers at Issen Castle? What are you doing at Chaos City?" Just then, a gentle voice sounded from the side.

Rom turned to look in the direction of the voice, and saw a young lady who was squeezing her way through the crowd. She was wearing a white fluffy down jacket, and her two braids were swinging from left to right as she skipped around. Her cute little face was filled with shock and surprise. It was Mag's cute daughter.

"Jeez…"

When everyone heard that, they took a deep breath of cold air in. The little boss actually called Master Rom the grandpa who sells cleavers. How insulting!

Master Rom was titled the Norland Continent's best blacksmith, and to say that he was someone who sold cleavers was akin to scolding him.

Great, this is a chance for me to shine! Mag, I bet it's your turn to cry. Cyril's eyes lit up when he heard the voice. He glanced over and saw Amy, who was skipping over. He stood right up, and bellowed, "Outrageous! Lass—"

"Hey, it's Little Amy. You've grown a little taller." Before Cyril could speak further, Rom was already looking at Amy with a pampering look and smile as he said, "The cleavers aren't selling well, so I came over to Chaos City to sell them."

"It's alright. I'll get Father to buy a few more." Amy looked at Rom, and comforted, "We might not have steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers, but we will always have bread."

"Er…" Everyone's eyes gaped widely at this scene.

Why isn't it going as it should be! Cyril was also in disbelief as he looked at Master Rom smiling benevolently, and felt as though a fishbone got stuck in his throat.