Chapter 234 - : Can You Teach Me How To Do That?

Panda Novel

“Hi, Miya, Sa— Aisha,” Mag said, surprised. Yabemiya went in front, followed by Sally.

He hadn’t had time to tell them personally about his new arrangement, but he had expected them to take today off after they saw the notice on the door.

Yabemiya was smiling her spirited smile in her blue-and-white maid dress.

Mag’s eyes widened when he noticed Sally’s white-and-blue qipao. He looked her up and down. It’s perfect. She can totally pull off the dress, which is making her look sexier and nobler. I knew all the fashion shows I had watched would pay off some day. She’s much prettier than all those models. He had watched those fashion shows so as to get girls’ numbers.

“Wow, you look so beautiful today, Big Sister Elf. I like your dress,” Amy said to Sally, marveling at her appearance. She looked at Yabemiya, and then at Sally. “But what are you doing here with Sister Miya?”

Mag smiled. “Aisha is going to work here. You can call her Sister Aisha.”

“Hi, I’m Aisha,” Sally said to Amy with a smile. Strangely, I didn’t find his stare offensive, Sally thought. Maybe because he was just admiring the dress he made.

“Hi, Sister Aisha. But, I thought your name was…” Amy thought for a moment, trying to remember. “Yes, your name is Aisha. Welcome, Sister Aisha. Now we are family.”

Sally inclined her head. “Thank you.” She liked this half-elf girl, who was cute, funny, and smart.

Yabemiya walked over to Mag to take the fire chicken. When she saw the tusk, she was shocked. “Did you go hunting, Boss?” She knew well enough what they were—she had worked in that kitchen for many years.

Sally was also very surprised. She was a hunter herself, a good one. She didn’t understand how a normal human being like Mag could have killed a bronze boar.

Mag nodded. “Yes. I went to get some ingredients. Let’s get inside. We don’t work today.” He lifted Amy down, opened the door, and carried the bike inside with the kitten holding the tusk in the basket and feeling dizzy.

When they had all walked in, Mag closed the door, lowered the shades, and switched the lights on. Then he seated himself and heaved a sigh of relief. A strong feeling of fatigue started flooding over him.

His legs were tired from walking so long, some of his muscles had got strained when he performed that little stunt back on the slope, his left hand and arm were numb from carrying the heavy chicken, and his wound started bleeding again.

“Boss, you’re hurt!” Yabemiya said with concern, worried.

“Are you all right, Father? That stupid pig! I should have burned it to the ground!” She took his hand in hers and blew on it. “Do you feel any better, Father?”

Mag smiled. “Yes. I don’t feel any pain now. Don’t worry. It’s just a minor injury. My hand will be as good as new in no time.”

“Perhaps I can help if it’s a minor injury,” Sally said softly.

Amy’s face lit up. “Really? Then please help Father, Sister Aisha!” Amy said with an expectant look on her face.

“The wound will cramp the boss’s style while he’s cooking,” Yabemiya said, looking at Sally.

“I can use some life magic. I’ll do my best,” said Sally.

“Thank you,” Mag said, and unwrapped the gauze. The wound looked worse than he had expected.

He knew about life magic; it could be viewed as advanced healing magic, and only elves were able to use it.

Sally took a chopstick from the table and held one end. A green light appeared from her fingertips and crept along the chopstick. Then it turned green and seemed to have become alive; a leaf sprouted from it.

Amy watched with wide eyes.

Yabemiya regarded Sally admiringly.

Mag also couldn’t believe his eyes.

Sally recited the spells softly. The green light crept from the chopstick to Mag’s wound. It cleansed it, and the flesh and skin started to grow back rapidly.

The pain was gone almost in an instant; the wound felt cool and a little itchy.

Yet, the chopstick died quickly as life slipped out of it. The green leaf turned yellow and fell slowly to the floor. The green light disappeared, and the chopstick was even deader than before.

Amy clapped her hands. “It worked! The wound healed! Can you teach me how to do that, Sister Sally?”