Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 231 - Up There

Chapter 231: Up There

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The adventurers beneath the mountain looked up at the west slope, surprised.

“Sounds like the boar is dead. That explosion... could it be a powerful magic caster?” a man asked.

“Probably. The father and daughter were lucky,” said a second voice.

“At least a 4th-tier magic caster—the boar got killed in a short while. But, what is such a powerful magic caster doing there? Bathing in the hot spring?” a third man said.

They didn’t have to hurry to escape now that the threat was gone.

“Look, it’s that old adventurer. Is that a boar tusk?” said one of the adventurers. They all looked to his waist.

Guy didn’t mind them staring, but didn’t tell them what had happened, either. He walked towards the mouth of the valley with his horse. Such a talented little magic caster! But her father is just an owner of a restaurant? Guy thought to himself.

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“Sure, but we have to get ready to leave now,” Mag said with a smile. He took a look at his wound. “System, I need something to treat my wound.”

“I don’t have anything like that.”

Mag patted his bag, and the coins inside it clattered. “I have money, you know.”

“I have a perfect first aid kit for you!” The system sounded subservient suddenly. “It contains alcohol cotton swabs, iodine tincture, gauze masks, sterile gauze dressings, scissors, surgical knives—”

“I just need iodine tincture and gauze dressings,” Mag interrupted. “How much?”

“I highly recommend you buy the whole kit. It’s essential, and well worth the money it costs. If you don’t buy it today, you’ll have to wait for a year for a special sale like this!”

“If you felt like eating watermelon, would you buy a piece of land to plant them?”

“I don’t eat watermelons. But if you want some, I know the perfect place to plant them. Just say the word, and I’ll provide you with the best possible watermelons!”

Mag’s sarcasm didn’t work. I forgot the fact it’s really into farming.

“Iodine tincture and gauze dressings. Do you sell them or not?” Mag asked.

“One gold coin,” the system answered unhappily.

Mag lifted an eyebrow. “Too expensive. 20 copper coins. Take it or leave it.”

“The kit alone costs 20 copper coins, and you need to pay me 80 more for the delivery fee.”

“10,” Mag said calmly.

“60! That’s as cheap as it gets.”

“5.”

“Fine. 20 copper coins. Iodine tincture and gauze dressings are ready. Where do you want them?” it said resignedly.

Mag’s mouth twisted in a mockery of a smile. “On that rock,” he said, pointing.

“We’re leaving already? Can we stay here a little longer?” she asked.

Mag touched the water in the spring. It was warm. “All right. You can wash your feet here,” he said, smiling.

“Thank you, Father!” She sat down by the hot spring, took off the shoes, and put her feet in the water. “Come wash your paws, Ugly Duckling,” she said, beckoning it over with a wave.

The kitten took a look at the steamy hot spring. “Meow,” it said, hanging back. It was afraid.

“Your paws are so dirty! Get over here, or you can get back home on foot.”

When the kitten looked around and saw all the thorn bushes, it walked to Amy unwillingly.

Mag laughed. He took the Iodine tincture and gauze dressings, took off the bloody handkerchief, cleansed the wound, and wrapped a gauze dressing around the hand with his back to Amy.

It was necessary; he needed his wound to heal as soon as possible. He had to cook with an injured hand for a few days.

Mag tricked the system into giving him a length of rope. He used it to tie the fire chicken up.

Amy was teasing the kitten by splashing water on it. “Time to go. Dry off your feet, Amy,” said Mag.

Amy nodded. “Okay.” She rubbed her feet on Ugly Duckling’s head and giggled.

The cat put one paw on its head and looked to Mag for rescue.

Mag took out a towel from his bag, wiped Amy’s feet, and then dried the kitten. He broke a loaf of bread in half and handed a piece to Amy.

He had baked it in the oven longer than usual to make it crunchy.

Amy took it in both hands and chewed like a little squirrel. “This bread is so good, Father. Can I have another one?”

“Meow, meow,” the kitten cried, looking up at Mag.

“Sure,” he said to Amy, and handed another one to her after giving the kitten a small piece.

After their snack, Mag put the kitten in the bag, lifted Amy onto his back, and walked downhill with the tusk in one hand and the fire chicken in the other.

Amy was playing with the eyeball. “Where is your sword, Father?” she asked suddenly.

“Up there,” Mag said, pointing up.

“Can you get it down again?”

“That would be kind of tricky...”

They chatted as they walked down the road Mag had created.

“Look! They are safe and sound. They have a tusk too,” an adventurer beneath the mountain said, amazed.