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

Everyone instantly fell silent upon hearing that. They looked at Woodrow, then at the saber-wielding soldier’s, and a hint of fear gradually surfaced in their eyes. The rocks in their hands clattered to the ground as they turned to look at Mag.

He was the one who had killed Warrick, and taken revenge for everyone. Would he also be able to prevent everyone from being locked up in the Bastie Prison? There was a hint of hope in their hearts, but it was far outweighed by despair.

No matter how powerful Mag was, there was no way that he would be able to defend himself from so many soldiers. He couldn’t even save himself, let alone everyone else.

What do I do? What do I do? Amy and her father are in trouble because of us… Rebecca was scrambling for a way to save Amy and Mag.

“Father, are these bad people? They’re wearing uniforms from the city lord’s castle, so how can they be bad people?” Amy peeked through the gaps between Mag’s fingers, and looked at Woodrow in confusion.

“That’s right. That is a bad person in a good person’s clothes, so he’s even worse than the average bad person.” Mag picked Amy up from her seat, and held her in his arms. He looked at the soldiers that were converging upon him, and heaved an internal sigh. It appeared that the Gray Temple and the city lord’s castle were still very far away from creating the equal and peaceful society that they dreamed of.

There were quite a few 1st-tier knights among the soldiers, and even though they were weaker than Warrick, there were many of them, and they were from the city lord’s castle, so their identities were rather special.

Of course, that certainly didn’t mean Mag was going to surrender and allow himself to be captured. However, if he wanted to get out of this sticky situation, then getting Amy to attack was the simplest method.

He had already taken a risk by fighting Warrick earlier on, and he didn’t want to display any more of his power.

Right at that moment, a grave voice sounded nearby. “There is no king in Chaos City; only law and order. Woodrow, you seem to have forgotten who you are and what your duty is.”

“Who’s there?” Woodrow’s heart jolted slightly in shock, and he turned around just as the soldiers parted to create a path between them. A thunderously enraged Brandli was revealed, along with a dozen or so other investigators from the Gray Temple.

“Master Brandli!” Woodrow’s expression changed as a hint of panic flashed through his eyes. However, he quickly calmed himself down, and rushed forward with a grief-stricken expression as he said, “Master Brandli, thank heavens you’re here! An extremely violent and heinous crime just took place here! That vicious man killed my nephew and his guards in an extremely horrendous manner. My nephew is like a son to me, but I can’t even identify his body anymore! I was blinded by my rage, and said something out of line, for which I apologize, but I must avenge my nephew and his guards! That man and these riotous residents must be captured!”

The families of the miners were all elated upon seeing Brandli, but their expressions twisted with rage once again upon hearing Woodrow’s words. It appeared that this Brandli was the same type of scum as Woodrow.

Brandli looked at the severely mutilated bodies on the ground, and his expression became extremely grave. How could such a horrendous crime have taken place in broad daylight?

What was even more surprising to him was that the people standing around the dead bodies were all elderly people, children, and women. All of them were as thin as sticks, and there were countless bloodstained rocks littered around them. All of them were staring at Woodrow and himself as if they wanted to rip them apart with their bare hands. What could possibly enrage these vulnerable people to such an extent that they would commit murder on the streets?

The investigators from the Gray Temple were also quite surprised. The investigation into the arson earlier had been a fruitless one, but this event that they had stumbled upon was far more significant than the case they were investigating just now.

“Master Brandli, six people have died in total, one of which may be a 2nd-tier knight. This is a 3rd-tier incident!” A Gray Temple investigator quickly delivered a report.

Brandli nodded, and turned to the culprits that Woodrow had been pointing to, wondering what kind of heinous people they were.

Right at that moment, a mellow voice sounded. “Grandpa Blah Blah, are you here to arrest these bad people? They’re all really bad, so you should hurry and capture them!”

Brandli faltered momentarily upon hearing that, turning in the voice’s direction, only to discover Mag with Amy in his arms, surrounded by soldiers. A surprised look appeared on his face as he asked, “Mag, Amy, why are you two here?”

An ominous feeling suddenly welled up in Woodrow’s heart, and he gulped nervously as he asked, “Master Brandli, do you know them?”

Does Amy’s father know this official? Rebecca was also very surprised. She felt as if she had unwittingly climbed into an emotional rollercoaster.

A hint of hope appeared in the eyes of the miners’ relatives again. Perhaps this man really could save them.

“Unfortunately, we might be the murder culprits that he was referring to. Of course, I disagree. That is a false accusation in my opinion.” Mag shrugged as he looked at Brandli. Grandpa Blah Blah was the nickname Amy had invented for Brandli as that was what his name sounded like to her, and he couldn’t help but want to burst into laughter whenever he heard it.

“We’re innocent.” Amy shrugged as she splayed her little hands out before her.

Brandli looked at the mangled bodies on the ground, and then looked at Mag and Amy, who didn’t even have a single drop of blood on their bodies. It was impossible to imagine that they could have been the culprits.

Of course, the main factor that contributed toward Brandli’s trust in Mag was his identity and reputation. He was the owner of an insanely popular restaurant, and his four-year-old daughter was already a 3rd-tier magic caster who had two 10th-tier magic casters as her masters. Mag was a hero who had struck down the culprit in a 4th-tier incident, and a man who dared to fight off vicious werewolves with his chef’s knife to protect his customers. There was no way a man like him would commit murder for no reason on the streets, especially not in front of his daughter.

“He’s a restaurant owner in the Aden Square. Woodrow, tell me what happened here.” Brandli turned to Woodrow with a serious expression.

He couldn’t just declare Mag and his daughter innocent based on his personal judgment alone, but their identities were very special. Apparently, the conference between the dragons and the demons was going to be held at Mamy Restaurant tonight, so he had to quickly and accurately assess this case. If the two of them were not at fault, then they had to be absolved as quickly as possible. Otherwise, the conference could be affected, which could result in catastrophic consequences.