Chapter 2009: Are You Teaching What To Do?
The two children ate the side dishes with a cup of warm milk to go with them. Under the warm neon light, they chuckled heartily.
Mag was sitting at the side, throwing peanuts into his mouth occasionally. There was a pint of beer beside him as he smiled in a warm, fatherly manner.
On the first day of the shop’s opening, he had one custor.
At about 9 pm, Mag walked out. A gust of cold breeze caused him to shudder.
There were only a few other taverns open for business along the street. Among them, Titan Tavern, which was diagonally across, had the best business. At that mont, laughter could still be heard from the tavern, while the situation in the other taverns was almost like that in Saipan Tavern. There were probably more staff than custors.
There was not a single soul on the pitch-black street. Only the cold wind blew.
With a crowd like that, Mag could not help but admire the shops that had not closed down. There was nobody out there at all.
“Closed for the day.” Mag flipped the sign hanging on the door, and switched off the light for the signboard. A day had ended just like that.
Although there was only one bill, they had earned 2030 copper coins. That would have surpassed many at Romo street.
Just as Mag had thought, opening a tavern here could allow him to et so officials of the Roth Empire and find out much useful information from them.
“Alright, it’s getting late. Our two princesses should go up to get ready for bed,” Mag told the two children playing the cat’s cradle ga as he locked the door.
“Alright.” Amy placed the clump of tangled wool on the table, and jumped off from her chair. She had zero talent for the cat’s cradle.
Annie also stood up. She reached out and took the ssy ball of wool. Her fingers moved quickly, and the knotted string had gone back to its original state in no ti at all. After that, Annie wrapped the string around her wrist.
Mag told the two fellows a bedti story, and left the room silently only after they had fallen asleep, not forgetting to close the door behind him.
Just when he was getting ready to wash up and go to bed, an urgent knock ca from downstairs.
There were nine soft knocks and one hard knock. A familiar tempo.
Mag went downstairs to open the door. He saw a flustered Noya supporting rante, and quickly stepped aside to let them in.
After going out to clear the bloodstains around the tavern, Mag went back and closed the door behind him. He looked at the pale rante sitting on the chair and Noya with beads of perspiration on his forehead. Mag asked, “What’s going on?”
“It’s all my fault. I’m stupid. Grandpa got injured while saving . I’m so useless!” Noya said with frustration as he slapped himself.
rante reached out to hold Noya’s hand as he said breathlessly, “I… I’m fine…”
“Grandpa, don’t move.” Noya quickly supported rante. He looked at Mag, and begged, “Boss Mag, please save my grandpa.”
“Don’t be anxious. I’ll get the dic,” Mag reassured Noya, and turned to walk upstairs.
rante’s injuries were serious. With Mag’s band-aid dical skills, he probably could only send him on his way.
Thankfully, there was a superb dic upstairs who was still drunk. Mag was also unsure if he could wake her up.
Mag opened the door and saw Irina, who was originally on the bed, lying sprawled on the floor, with a pillow in her arms.
“Indeed, no matter how beautiful you are, once you’re drunk, you will still do sothing out of your control,” Mag mumbled to himself. He pulled out the newly bought fresh apple juice from the system, and helped Irina up.
“Thirsty… Water…” Before Mag could open his mouth, Irina was already mumbling.
“Here, water.” Mag quickly passed her the apple juice.
Irina grabbed the apple juice, and started gulping it down.
“Delicious. Thank you.” Irina placed the cup accurately into Mag’s hand, and went back to sleep.
“Wait. We have an injured patient downstairs. Why don’t you treat him first before going back to sleep.” Mag quickly held her up so she would not lie back down.
“Injured patient?” Irina turned to look at Mag. She was much more awake than before.
“Yes. If you don’t save him, he’ll be gone.” Mag nodded. He had already decided not to let her drink Maotai again. The most he would allow her to drink was red wine and beer.
“H-help up,” Irina commanded.
Mag quickly helped her up.
“W-wait for to get changed.” Irina turned to look at the closet.
“No need to get changed. This is fine. I’ll just get you a jacket.” Mag took the down jacket lying at the side, and put it on Irina before helping her down the stairs.
When they had arrived downstairs, Noya was already a cat on a hot tin roof.
rante, on the other hand, was much calr. He had pasted a few talismans on himself. He was leaning on the chair without any expression of pain, and was even consoling Noya.
When Mag and Irina arrived, Noya quickly went up to them.
“You’re not okay?” Irina sized Noya up and down.
“N-not . It’s my grandpa.” Noya quickly shook his head. He could sll the alcohol on Irina, and she seed rather drunk. Noya could not help but worry if she could work her spells properly.
“Here.” Mag helped Irina over to rante.
“Let go.” Irina pushed Mag’s hand away, and started to observe rante carefully.
“Boss Mag, is she up to it?” Noya whispered worriedly to Mag.
“It should be fine.” Mag was uncertain too.
rante was severely wounded. There was a big hole through his abdon. It was as though a sharp weapon had pierced through him, spun one round, and brought his flesh and blood out together with it.
Other than that, there were a few other injuries elsewhere, so inflicted by spells and so caused by weapons.
“He’s not dead yet after all this?” Irina exclaid in shock after looking at rante for a while.
“Is that how you should react?” rante, who still had his final breath, almost vomited blood and dropped dead at that mont.
“Please, save my grandpa,” Noya pleaded.
“Alright.” Irina reached her hand out, and a foldable chair appeared in her hand.
“Huh?”
Everyone in the tavern was stunned.
“Oh, wrong one.” Irina threw the foldable chair aside, and pulled out her magic caster’s staff.
“O’ Holy Light, wipe out all darkness and filth,” Irina chanted as she raised her magic caster’s staff.
The dazzling Holy Light landed on rante.
“Aaah…” rante let out a painful howl. The talismans on him started lighting up.
“Is that the wrong spell?! How can you use the Holy Light for treatnt?! You should use your healing magic!” Noya exclaid in shock. He went up imdiately, wanting to stop Irina.
“Are you teaching what to do”? Irina turned to look at him..
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