Boss, may I suggest you change the seat of this white-head eagle? This is too impractical, Mag said smilingly as he took the deposit back.

It might be impractical for others, but isnt it just nice for you and your wife? The beastmaster glanced at Babla as he chuckled. In fact, he was calling Mag an animal in his heart because he had married such a young wife.

Babla blushed, and if Mag hadnt gestured to her to remain calm, she would have send this annoying fellow and his stupid bird flying with a kick.

Your words are rather reasonable. I will look for you again when I need to go on a trip in the future, Mag said smilingly as he tugged on Bablas clothes and walked toward Chaos City. Everything had gone smoothly today, and he even killed Borg, that old bugger, so he was in a good mood.

The siege of the Night Elves was removed, and the elves had lost their power to fight for territories in the Norland Continent at the same time, so they had also contributed a little to the worlds peace.

Furthermore, he had a new reward from the Systema flying restaurant, and its speed wasnt 130 km/h, but Mach 5.

This speed was way above the speed limit of the worlds best fighter jets. Thus, Mag couldnt help but wonder what this flying fortress looked like.

According to the System, the flying restaurant was a separate existence, and wasnt an improvement of the original restaurant. Currently, the System was managing it on his behalf, and he could ask for its release whenever he was ready.

This is a fantastic tool for going out on a vacation, Mag thought, and he already began to plan for his next holiday. Perhaps he could bring the restaurants staff and his good friends to the beach in the south to enjoy the sun and breeze. Then, they could have a seaside barbeque.

Host, this flying restaurant is an important venue for the Hosts growth and also an amazing machine for setting up a restaurant rapidly in a foreign land. Please dont deem it a simple flying machine, as this is a serious insult to the flying restaurant! the System warned severely.

Mamy Restaurant is doing fine, so why would I go to some other place to set up a restaurant? Isnt this attending to trifles to the neglect of essentials? The process of getting popular wouldnt help improve my culinary skills apart from earning less money. Mag pursed his lips, totally disagreeing with the System.

The God of Cookery wouldnt be trapped in one place and restrict his experience. Only after cooking thousands of dishes and traveling thousands of kilometers can one truly be the God of Cookery. I hope the Host could understand this, the System said from the bottom of its heart.

Okay. Just say it. When are we leaving? Mag cocked his eyebrow. He knew things werent that simple after listening to the Systems nonsense. He most likely gotta go to some places.

Moreover, the black fog that the System had mentioned earlier also made him a little concerned.

The death aura on Borg was obviously not right. If it werent for the support of Irinas Holy Light, he might not have killed that huge black tiger and then struck down Borg.

An aura that didnt belong in this world but was corroding the existence of all lifeforms. To this world, its influence was far more than affecting the System in cooking.

This System will continue to monitor the black fog. If the physical method cannot control it effectively, the Host would need to go to the farms and pastures personally to remove the black fog. You would have to leave a week from now for an unknown period of time. It would depend on how efficient the Host is at removing it, the System answered.

Hey, I should be considered as working for you If I am removing the black fog on your behalf. How much salary should I be paid? Mag asked with raised eyebrows.

Host, you are wrong to say that! How could this be considered as working for me? This is a job that is done to maintain the ingredient supply chains for Mamy Restaurant, and not done for this System.

I dont care. We will calculate by its volume when we meet up with the black fog. You will pay me one copper coin for every cubic centimeter I clear. This price is already very fair, right? After all, it is black fog that even such a great and formidable system like you couldnt resolve.

Speaking of it, this sounds quite right. That black fog is indeed very stubborn, and its drug resistance is getting stronger and stronger. Even this System with knowledge that goes back all the way to 500,000,000 years ago couldnt eradicate it completely the System murmured, appearing to be a little convinced.

Then, lets agree on it. Mag turned into a small alley at the side, and removed the beard and the loose robe on him.

Babla followed suit and removed her veil and cape too. She stuffed them into the bag that Mag passed over, and went back to her normal dressing.

Babla followed Mag out of the alley, and hastened her steps to walk next to him as she curiously asked, Do you know the leader of the Night Elves, that super beautiful princess?

She came to eat at the restaurant before. Mag nodded.

Bablas eyes lit up, and she expectantly said, Then would she come to Mamy Restaurant today? Firis and Shirley both came back today, and she seemed to have a great relationship with them.

I am not sure about that. You seem to want her to come? Mag cocked his eyebrow and looked at Babla rather surprisingly. Ah Zi had already gone to fetch Irina, so of course she was coming to the restaurant today, but she most probably wouldnt come during the day.

Of course, I super like her! Babla nodded immediately with little stars of admiration in her eyes.

Dont tell me An alerted look appeared in Mags eyes, and he hesitantly said, Did Camilla do anything to you along the way?

She just flew while holding my collar. She almost froze me to death. Babla rolled her eyes before excitedly saying, You didnt see it, that princess was so cool. She is just like a queen, and everyone just wants to submit to her.

Maybe she is. Mag nodded slightly with a smile on his lips. It felt rather gratifying to hear others praise his wife.

You can give up hoping for anything more. Her man is a super powerful knight who came to rescue her on a super cool purple-striped griffin. Although I couldnt see his face, he should be a very strapping man. Babla placed her hands on her chest as if she was still mesmerized by the scene in which that knight extended his hand to Irina. Then, she lifted her head and looked at Mag before sighing. You simply cannot compare with him.

Yes. I simply cant. Mag nodded thoughtfullyhe indeed couldnt compare with himself.

However, Irina was indeed very charismatic. She turned the usually proud Babla into a fan girl, which was cute.

Babla glanced at Mag, feeling that she might have been too harsh with her words. Clearing her throat, she said, I am only saying that you cannot compare with him, but compared to other normal men, you are still okay.

After all that, Babla added, Of course, I want to reiterate, this doesnt mean that I like you.

Yes. I dont like children, either. Mag patted Bablas shoulder lightly before laughing loudly as he walked away.

Huh!? I am not a child! I am already a woman! Babla stomped her feet angrily as she glared at Mags back. She lowered her eyes to look at her bosom, and mumbled, They are obviously big enough!