Chapter 1978 - Hey, Kid. Go And Get The Adult In The House

Noah almost jumped up, and shouted, "In the name of the lord, I command you!"

Oh no, he should do a tortoise-shell technique bondage!

However, looking at the half-elf little girl who poked out her head and half of her body, his hands that had already held the tortoise shells up high halted in midair.

This little one was really too small. She looked about three or four years old, and she was so adorable!

Her silvery hair was let loose, her adorable face still had some baby fat, her blue eyes were as bright as sapphires, and she had a pair of small semi-transparent pointed ears. She looked just like an angel. She looked at them perplexedly with her head tilted.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" the little girl asked in a soft voice.

Noah quickly improvised. He lowered the tortoise shells down, and squeezed out a smile. "D-do you want to look at tortoises?"

"But yours are tortoise shells." Amy saw through him immediately.

Noah tilted his head up a little, and lovingly said, "Although it's just a tortoise shell now, it was once a high-spirited and vigorous tortoise. It was young, and didn't know how to treasure itself. It fell in love with a fish, and risked it all for it, to the point where it lost its body. Only then did it regret it. However, only its shell was left'¦"

"So, all your tortoise shells on the ground have a story?" Amy took out a stool out of the blue, and sat on it at the door, looking at Noah with anticipation and her chin propped up on her hands.

Two little heads popped out behind her, and they were also looking at Noah curiously.

"My tortoises'¦" Noah looked at the three expectant little ones in a panic.

It wasn't difficult for him to spin one story, but there were a total of 36 tortoise shells on the ground. It would be inhumane if he had to spin stories for all of them.

Noah wanted to get away. He tilted his head, and softly asked, "Grandpa, I don't think these three little girls have anything to do with that thing. Did you calculate incorrectly?"

"Hey, kid. Go and get the adult in the house." Merante talked to a pillar at the side.

"Hey, Grandpa Blind Man, I'm over here," Amy said to Merante. "Why are you looking for my father? He has just finished working, and needs a break. Talk to me if you have to."

Annie tilted her body, and stood in front of Jessica as she looked at Merante warily.

"Hmm?" Merante's white eyes suddenly turned towards Annie with shock and disbelief. The septaria oracle hovering in front of him suddenly spun crazily.

"Are there customers?" Right then, a gentle voice came from the restaurant. Mag walked out and stood in front of Annie. His gaze landed on the two people at the door at the same time.

The attire and looks of these two people were both rather strange.

The old man had white hair and beard, and he was wearing a patchwork top. His complexion was dark, and he didn't look well. His eyes were completely white with no pupils. He had a thin bamboo rod in front of him, and a septaria oracle was spinning on top of it.

The young man next to him was dressed in slightly more normal clothes. He was wearing a green top and cotton pants, and carrying a big backpack on his back. However, his puffy red punk hairstyle was very eye-catching, which made people focus on his hair first. That had an overwhelming effect.

However, under that cool and eye-catching hairstyle was a youthful and down-to-earth face. He looked to be about 20 years old, with fair complexion and distinct features. He had a pair of bright and clear brown eyes. If he cut his hair, his looks should be what the rich middle-aged ladies and young maidens preferred.

"The restaurant's lunch service is already over. If you want to have your meal, please come again in the evening," Mag said with a smile.

Noah looked at Mag nervously, and picked up the tortoise shells again. He glanced at Merante sideways, preparing to act according to his reactions.

"We're not here to eat," Merante spoke up, his white eyes staring at Mag.

Mag smilingly said to the three little ones, "Alright, you three go and play in the playroom on the second floor. I got a new toy for you."

"Really?"

"What new toy?"

"Let's go!"

The three little ones immediately ran into the restaurant happily.

Mag was still smiling after the children left, but his voice became slightly colder. "If you are not here to eat, turn right and walk straight. You will find all kinds of fun things to do. If you turn around and walk back, you will find nice scenery too."

"You are not simple." Merante didn't have the intention to leave. He was still staring at Mag.

"Yes. I should be the best chef in Chaos City now. Everyone who has eaten my dishes thinks that I am not simple." Mag nodded matter-of-factly.

"You have seen something you shouldn't have," Merante said.

What's the background of this old man? Mag's heart skipped a beat. At first, he thought that this was a scammer who came to cheat him. He didn't expect that he really had some skills.

Merante continued, "The little maiden isn't an ordinary person, either. She is the purest that shouldn't exist in this world."

Mag opened the door, and said to the two of them, "Would you like to come in for tea?"

"L-let's talk outside. We don't drink tea'¦" Noah replied nervously. He couldn't see through Mag's level at all. Either Mag was a completely helpless noob, or he was a powerhouse who was several times more powerful than Noah.

"Alright." Merante kept the septaria oracle, and walked into the restaurant with his bamboo rod.

Noah quickly grabbed his sleeve, and whispered, "Grandpa, I don't think it's alright?"

Merante patted his hand gently, and gestured to him to stop fretting before he stepped into the restaurant.

No risk, no gain. I'm going all out! Noah kept his tortoise shell formation, and followed Merante in.

The restaurant's door gradually closed behind them.

Noah turned around to take a look and gulped. He grabbed his tortoise shells tightly as he was ready to tie Mag up in a tortoise shell bondage and render him defenseless anytime.

"You can sit anywhere you like," Mag said casually, and went into the kitchen.

Noah sat down next to Merante near the window, and softly asked, "Grandpa, is it him?"

"He is the one that the septaria oracle is looking for." Merante nodded.

"Then if we don't act now, when will we act!?" Noah jumped up from his chair instantly. The tortoise shells were already spread out, and formed a formation under his feet.

"You are already so big, behave more maturely." Merante frowned. "Don't set up a defensive spell formation as soon as you react. You look weak like that."

"Didn't you teach me that? The one who lives to the end is the winner." Noah wasn't embarrassed at all.

Mag came over with the black tea, and poured a cup for each of them. As soon as he put the cups down, he said to Merante, "Who are you guys?"