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

In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant. Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools… But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day. Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango… "There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death." "Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

Whispering Jianghu · Fantasy
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2489 Chs

When Everything Is Over, Let's Continue Running Our Restaurant

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The Thunderstorm Mountains, in the underground cave.

"Things are looking bad. Judging from our current progress, it'll be very difficult for us to interpret the entire spell formation runes before the seal loses effectiveness completely, much less enhance and reseal it." Novan sighed dispiritedly.

Babla sighed dispiritedly, and relentlessly said, "It's just a few characters on the runes. Can't we enhance the basics first?"

"A spell formation is a whole. If you cannot completely interpret a spell formation, and then repair and enhance it as a whole, any changes made to it might cause the spell formation to collapse." Novan shook his head. "This spell formation is way more complicated than most of the spell formations today. It's not something we could tweak easily."

"Chi, chi…"

The Great Old One started laughing in a low tone, as though it was mocking their futile efforts.