A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

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“Sure.
Looks like it was a good day of hunting for you guys today.” Mag smiled as he placed 12 mooncakes into Sargeras’ hands.
Kiel and the others were all standing behind him with rucksacks in their hands, all of which appeared to be filled, thereby indicating a successful hunting trip.

“It sure was.
We caught a lot of good stuff today, and ended up getting back a little late.
We were worried that we’d miss out on the dinner service, so we came over before going to the mercenary union, but the dinner service was canceled anyway.
Looks like we won’t be getting any roujiamo tonight.” Sargeras wore a slightly forlorn look on his face, but his voice held no accusatory undertones at all.

Mag nodded at the demons in the Burning Legion in acknowledgment.
These demons were risking their lives day after day to achieve their vision of allowing all of their brethren to eat roujiamos; they were true heroes of their race.

“It’s really good that we were able to have your mooncakes anyway.
Come to think of it, I haven’t been home for several centuries, so I’ll take this opportunity to do some moon-viewing and reminisce about my homeland.” Sargeras smiled as he carried the mooncakes away.
All of the other members of the Burning Legion also smiled at Mag before departing in the wake of Sargeras.

Mag continued to hand out mooncakes to his customers.
He looked at the smiles on everyone’s faces, and a wide beaming smile crept onto his own face.

Right at that moment, a figure limped over to Mag.
He extended a hand forward, and requested, “I’ll have two five kernel mooncakes.”

This was a pair of hands that were covered in rough callouses.
The edges of his palms and fingers were all heavily calloused from gripping the hilts of knives and swords.
Those callouses were customary for any hardworking warrior who worked with blades.

Mag faltered upon hearing that voice.
He looked at a man with a set of ordinary features whose only distinguishable facial trait was the scar near his left eyelid.

It’s him! A huge wave of shock surged through Mag’s heart.
He was an extremely important man in Alex’s memories.
Prior to the incident three years ago, this man had protected and taken him all the way to Chaos City before purchasing this place for him.

Only one man on the entire Norland Continent knew where Mag Alex had gone, and it was this man: Louis Norse.

“Please enjoy.” Mag forcibly suppressed his turbulent emotions, and handed Louis two mooncakes with a smile.

“I will.” Louis also smiled in response as he limped away.
A smile appeared on his face as he confirmed internally, It’s him.

Mag looked at Louis’ departing figure, and a hint of sympathy welled up in his heart.
At the same time, he became even more alert and wary.

He had detected a few pairs of eyes scrutinizing him during the performance before, and one of those pairs of eyes most likely belonged to Louis.
As for the who the other ones were, Mag was not sure.

If the people in Rodu suspected that he was still alive, then perhaps they would send someone here to try and find him.
If so, he was in a lot of danger.

He was a man who had been approached by Louis and had a young half-elf daughter.
That was enough to make a lot of people very suspicious of his identity.

Mag had thought that he had the situation under control, but little did he know that everything was already on the brink of falling apart.

“I’ll also get two mooncakes.” Narson made his way over to Mag, and stared intently at his hands.
His brows furrowed initially before loosening as a hint of disappointment appeared on his face.
He accepted the mooncakes from Mag and slowly departed.

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