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

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“You said you will be leaving for the Falk Tribe two days later.
Have you already got a plan?” Irina asked, changing the topic.

Mag nodded slightly.
“I don’t have a detailed plan currently.
The number one objective is to rescue Connie’s brother.
The second is to find a chance to disrupt the kingslayer Gary’s conferring ceremony, and neutralize the possibility of the alliance of the Falk Tribe and the Aug Tribe.
The orcs will be standing on the prowar side once these two tribes form an alliance.”

“No plan is usually the best plan.
Isn’t it just stirring up trouble so bad that there is no way to calm things down? I am very good at that,” Irina smilingly said with brightening eyes.

Mag secretly sighed for the Falk Tribe as he looked at Irina who had a bright glow in her eyes.
People usually didn’t end well if they got targeted by this lady.

“Little Amy and Anna are already asleep.
Shouldn’t we be doing something interesting on this quiet night?” Irina asked as she leaned against the door.
Her long and slender leg was revealed from her loose sleeping robe, and her smooth long silver hair was let down on her back.

Mag coolly considered it for a while before taking out the tablet.
“Why don’t we watch Tom and Jerry together?”

“You can watch it yourself.” Irina turned and walked into the bedroom angrily.
She instantly slammed the door shut.

“Phew~ What a close shave.”

Mag heaved a breath of relief, and then wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead.
He seemed to have been targeted by some big shot at that instant.

It was fortunate that he was quick-witted.

“Tom and Jerry is so interesting.” Mag unlocked the tablet, and enjoyed two episodes before he switched off the lights and turned in.

***

The night was getting very late, and the majority of the people in Chaos City were already sleeping.
The suspicious people who were roaming around had greatly decreased after the Gentlemen’s League went through with them.
Even the homeless men went back to hide under the bridge.
They no longer dared to come out to frighten the young ladies.

Even the slums in the north of the city hadn’t had any vicious events for a long time.
All the known thugs were sent to Bastie Prison by the Gentlemen who had transformed into Sherlock Holmes as they gathered the evidence against them.

Because of a shortage of prison cells, the population density of Bastie Prison increased instantaneously.
Apparently, it even triggered the dissatisfaction of some original occupants.

Meanwhile, the Gray Temple and the city lord’s castle’s patrols increased their frequency, and really achieved the objective of letting the residents have a good night’s rest.

***

In the dark prison of the Gray Temple no light could reach, there was no difference between day and night.

Terrifying screams reverberated throughout the empty and eerie corridor from the segregated cells.
They formed echos at the far end, and only disappeared after a long time.

There was a dimly lit oil lamp at the end of the corridor.
Borg was standing under the lamp as he snuffed some fine tobacco into his bamboo smoking pipe.
He used a flint to light it up and then take a deep breath as he asked his subordinate who hurried out of the cell with a piece of paper, “How is it?”

“Chief, we have used all kinds of torture, but Blaze still insists that he did everything alone.
He confessed about everyone under his supervision, and there was nobody above him.” That subordinate handed the piece of paper to Borg.

Borg took the paper and glanced through the contents quickly before smirking coldly.
“Is there really no one else above him, or he was still hoping for something?”

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