Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Noah felt speechless. He looked at Mag silently for a moment before trying to alleviate the awkwardness. “Boss Mag, I am very happy to know you.”

Mag looked at him, and seriously asked, “How happy are you?”

“Errr… very happy.” Noah wanted to cry.

“Then, you are being happy too early. People who worked with me were usually very tired,” Mag calmly said.

“I’m not afraid of tiredness. I like to work with you. I feel proud.” Noah chuckled. It would be a very proud affair to tell people in the future.

Mag flicked a glance at him. “But I’m afraid you will be my burden.”

“…” Noah.

Alright, there was no way to continue the conversation.

This was the first time Noah had felt a blow from a big shot. It was hurtful to him.

“Although my grandson isn’t of much use, he can still act as bait.” Merante, who had kept quiet, finally spoke up.

Noah’s eyes widened, and he turned to look at Merante with disbelief.

Perhaps this was the reason that his grandpa brought him along?!

“Him? The devil most probably won’t take to him.” Mag shook his head.

“You’re right. He’s too ordinary.” Merante nodded his head too.

Noah slowly moved to the back. He descended into silence, hugging his knees.

The purple-striped griffin was flying very fast. They could see the Twilight Forest in a distance in less than three hours.

Merante had dripped Annie’s blood essence into the septaria oracle during the journey. The thin red lines on the septaria oracle changed to gold. The closer they got to the Twilight Forest, the more the golden light sparkled like the starry sky.

“He has indeed appeared here before, and he has stayed in more than one place.” Merante looked at the hovering and spinning septaria oracle with an exceptionally grave expression.

“Let’s take a look at the nearest marked point.” Mag swept a glance at the septaria oracle, and drove the purple-striped griffin downwards diagonally.

The golden light spot got closer and closer, and ruins slowly appeared in their vision.

The once-prosperous middle-sized tribe was razed to the ground and reduced to white ashes. The orcs from the other tribes had to have already processed the scene. A tall mound of earth was in the center of the tribe’s settlement, and a black, charred stone pillar was stuck on it. A cheetah was engraved on the top of the stone pillar. It should be the totem of this tribe.

After making sure that there was nobody around, the purple-striped griffin landed on the ground.

Merante walked one round in the ruins, and finally stopped in front of the earthen mound. He gravely said, “He stopped here briefly, and it was not too long ago. Judging from the aura, it wasn’t the devil itself. However, the chap who sold his soul to the devil was in way too deep. His potential increased exponentially after absorbing so much blood essence and resentment. He will get harder and harder to deal with.”

“How powerful is he?” Mag asked with a frown.

Josh had been only a mere 7th-tier magic caster. Although he hadn’t really been helpless, he indeed hadn’t been a threat.

However, his power had suddenly increased after causing this war and massacre, and absorbing all the resentment and blood essence. This wasn’t a good thing.

Merante sat down, and crossed his legs. He made a seal with his hands, held a golden-red talisman between his two fingers, and started chanting. Next, he pointed at the earthen mound in front of him.

The golden-red talisman suddenly burned up, and drifted to that earthen mound before merging into it.

The ground began to vibrate suddenly. The tightly packed earthen mound also vibrated along with it, and soil began to fall off it.

“Zombies?” Mag instinctively took two steps back. The night was chilling, and so many orcs had just died. The earthen mound was trembling nonstop as if something was going to crawl out of it. It was indeed a little terrifying.

“Don’t be nervous, Boss Mag. My grandpa is interacting with them,” Noah said with a laugh. He didn’t expect Alex to be afraid of ghosts.

“You can interact with ghosts?” Mag frowned.

“I came here yesterday. He should have left in a hurry when he sensed my presence, so he didn’t absorb all the resentment in time,” Mag said.

“Oh, I see. This will be easy, then.” Merante nodded. He didn’t waste time talking, and immediately sat down in front of that grave mound, and began to do his spell.

Looking at the whiffs of green resentment emerging from the mass grave, apart from feeling a little spooky, Merante reminded Mag of a Taoist priest performing an exorcism when Mag looked at his back.

This Ghost Clan was rather different from what he had imagined. They actually didn’t get their name from having ghostly abilities or having weird looks, but rather from having the ability to communicate with ghosts and spirits.

10-odd minutes later, Merante chanted an unintelligible and obscure spell after talking to those spirits, and those lingering whiffs of resentment slowly dissipated. The surroundings were clear again.

Merante got up, and said to Mag, “They said it was a young man who was devouring the resentment. They couldn’t see his face, but he had a terrifying presence on him. His power was 9th-tier. He hadn’t broken through to the 10th-tier yet. He appeared soon after the tribe was massacred, but somehow he left in a hurry.”

Mag nodded slightly, and said, “Seems like we are basically sure that it was Josh who did this. Chaos City is investigating the ministry of defense right now. He should have gone over Andre to start this war so that he could absorb the resentment of those innocent people who were massacred..”