Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1402: A Letter From Wind Forest

After getting the acknowledgement from the system, Mag simply lay down on the spot and refused to look at that pile of durians no matter how the system coaxed him. Anyway, there was no point for him to learn this skill, as he would never get to use it.

After a while, the durian space disappeared, and Mag appeared in the kitchen.

Ha. You’re still too inexperienced if you want to challenge your daddy. Mag curled his lips and walked toward the kneading table. All the ingredients were already prepared, and there was a giant golden durian at the side. He could smell a rich durian aroma as soon as he got close to it. Even though Mag had just come out of the durian space, he was still amazed by this aroma.

Mag had eaten the Musang King durian before, and it was indeed way better than the normal golden pillow durians in terms of texture and taste. However, its aroma was still not comparable to this durian’s.

Mag washed his hands and changed into his chef’s suit. He flexed his fingers, grabbed that durian, and cracked open a gap with minimum strength.

The rich durian aroma tickled his nose immediately. The yellow flesh was supple and ripe. It made him want to bite into it right away.

“It’s indeed very much perfect.” Mag nodded as he suppressed his urge to eat the ingredient. Such unprofessional behavior couldn’t manifest on such an exceptional chef like him. He removed the durian flesh with his knife and set it aside. The knife sliced across the flesh, and the seed that was about the size of a coin was removed. The flesh had almost taken up all the space.

The most difficult part of making the pizza was kneading the dough. Making the dough that fulfilled all the requirements was a test on the chef’s skills and techniques.

Therefore, Mag decided to use the kneading machine.

Pour in the flour, add in the water and dry yeast according to proportion... then press the start button.

Mag had completely ignored the system’s instruction of having him knead with his hands.

As time advanced, machines became good assistants for humans, and had the advantages of high efficiency and stability. Even though this was a backup plan, it was obviously much favored by Mag.

Mag had done a test before. The results of using the system’s kneading machine and kneading with expert hands was 99% similar.

Although he insisted on kneading with his hands for youtiao, he decided to use the kneading machine for the pizza. He decided to use a more Westernized method for this dessert which was leaning more toward a Western style dessert.

Baking a delicious durian pizza was also very demanding on the control of heat. However, since he would be using an oven, he only needed to control the time and heat, and he could make a good pizza accurately.

Mag began to practice making the pizza according to the steps in his brain. He could already foresee that it would be a sleepless night of durians.

***

Rodu. The Royal Palace.

At the top of the tower, Andre, who was in opulent clothes, was staring to the southwest with furrowed brows.

“Your Majesty, the Demon Islands are already in a mess with internal conflicts arising everywhere. I’m afraid they can no longer unite against external forces and continue their alliance with us. As for the Wind Forest, there are uprisings everywhere, and just handling their internal upheavals alone is enough to keep them busy. Do we need to look for reliable allies again?” an old courtier said respectfully behind him.

“Those who are not our kin are sure to be of a different heart. The Roth Empire never had a reliable ally. All we ever had are fake friends who used one another.” Andre smiled sarcastically. “However, I am really quite curious who are the ones that stir up the situation. Are they Alex and Irina? Or those discontented fellows in Chaos City?”

“According to the investigations, Alex and Irina did appear on the Fear Islands that day. Furthermore, Alex even killed Bashir with a weird lightning magic. However, they should’ve been there to rescue the elves as the latter were brought back to Chaos City. There isn’t any evidence proving that they were linked to the battle between the abyss demons and flaming demons,” that courtier replied.

“Since they were at the Demon Islands, given Irina’s character, how could they not get involved? No evidence is the most suspicious evidence.” Andre smirked.

“This...” That courtier was stunned. After some thoughtful consideration, he replied, “Then, shall we inform the abyss demons and flaming demons? If they stop their war, there is still a possibility that the pro-war faction could be reorganized.”

Andre turned around, and sarcastically asked that courtier, “As there is no evidence, how do you plan to tell them? Moreover, the two tribes are already deeply entrenched in their war. It’s already meaningless for them to know who started the war. They only need to know that their chief died in the hands of the other party, and that is enough to keep them fighting for years.”

That courtier lowered his head in fear.

“The Roth Empire doesn’t need any allies. As long as the giant dragons do not leave Dragon Island, this world will be mine sooner or later,” Andre said coldly.

***

The elven embassy in Chaos City.

“This is the letter that the chief asked me to pass to you. Our clan is already standing at the crossroads of destruction. We hope you will make an appropriate choice.” Yngwie gave a letter to Blour, and then turned to leave.

Blour stared at the familiar handwriting on the envelope as he stood at the threshold for a while. Then, he went in and closed the door.

There was a lit oil lamp on the desk in the room. There were two beds—one big and one small—in the bedroom. Anna was already asleep on the small bed.

Blour walked to the desk quietly, and tapped on the envelope lightly. A light golden beam flashed, and the golden light shield on the exterior of the envelope disappeared.

He opened the envelope, and took out the light yellow paper from inside.

“Blour, I haven’t heard from you for a long time...”

15 minutes later, Blour put down the letter in his hands, and frowned a little as he sunk deep in thought.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew open the window and came right in.

Blour waved his hand, and the windows were shut up again. He also crushed up the letter, and then reduced it to shreds which fell onto the desk.

A letter from home and a commission.

The fate of his clan had landed on his shoulders.

Blour laughed at himself a little. When did he start to have such capabilities? He was that useless son his father was ashamed of.

***

The elves’ territory. The Brewster Family’s domain.

In a castle, Elliot was talking to Sally, who was wearing opulent clothes and standing in front of the windows, in a low voice. “Sally, you should take High Priestess Helena’s advice and cancel your betrothal with Blour. The elven queen doesn’t need a husband. It would dilute your power.”

Sally turned around, and replied, “Really? I remember this betrothal was made on my behalf by you, Father. You said Blour was quite a good choice, and I would be happy if I married him.”

Elliot choked, and said with an unnatural expression, “That... That’s because the family was in a difficult situation then, and we had no choice but to betroth you to Blour. He is just a weak and useless fellow. He’s simply not good enough for you. We will go to the Baibilly’s tomorrow to annul this betrothal. We have to distance ourselves from them before you are officially conferred with the title of princess. The high priestess will help us eliminate them if they dare to resist. Anyway, they are already on the list for elimination.”

“No. I will never annul this betrothal. I think that Blour is a brave elf, and I am willing to marry him,” Sally said to Elliot calmly.

Anger flashed across Elliot’s face, and he spoke in a harsher tone, “Sally, for the family’s benefits, you have to annul the betrothal with Blour. The two of you belong to two different worlds.”

“You don’t get to decide my affairs.” Sally’s voice turned cold too.

“You!!” Elliot raised his hand.

Sally simply looked at him coldly, and said, “I will be the elf princess in three days. Remember your identity, Father. I will never annul this betrothal.”

Elliot’s raised hand trembled in the air before he finally lowered it.

Sally walked by him and disappeared at the threshold.