A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Chapter 219

Chapter 219: Thirteen Swordplay Forms

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Mag handed an iron card to the young reception girl, and said, “Ingredients-finding job No. 256, please.”

The iron card was like a members.h.i.+p card, and could store information about the adventurer and every job he had done thanks to magic casters.

Due to his poor health, Mag Alex had only been able to undertake easy jobs, but he had managed to get from a level 0 adventurer to a level 1 adventurer.

“The job of catching a fire chicken?” she asked after checking his file.

Mag nodded. “Yes.”

“I know you're a level 1 adventurer, sir, but the fire chicken is very dangerous and aggressive. Are you sure you want to do this job?” she asked, looking over Mag.

He has done hundreds of jobs, or rather, errands, but he looks so strong and handsome! she thought. That's strange.

Mag nodded. “Yes.” He knew the girl was just looking out for him.

The receptionist remembered herself suddenly. “All right. Do you need a map of their habitats?”

“Yes, please.” The map was the reason he had come here.

“The map is one gold coin. I wish you the best of luck.” She handed the map and his iron card to him.

“Thank you.” Mag paid the money, took the map and his card, and walked towards the gate with Amy.

“He took the fire chicken job?” a man asked after Mag left.

“Yes. The fire chicken is pretty powerful among 1st-tier magical beasts,” said a second voice. “Even a fully equipped 1st-tier knight may not be able to beat one. It's impossible for him to capture one alive.”

“Poor girl. Hope they won't die,” a third voice said.

I hope nothing bad will happen to them, the receptionist prayed inwardly.

Guy handed his card to the girl. “Ingredients-finding job No. 87: capture a bronze wild boar. Also, I'd like a map.” He looked at Mag and Amy and shook his head.

I have warned him, but he's so stubborn. I will help them out if I meet them out there.

As an old hunter, killing a fire chicken was easy for him, but he didn't want to do it, because the reward was too small.

“Father, they said it's impossible for us to catch a fire chicken. Why?” Amy asked, looking up at Mag.

Mag stroked her head and smiled. “Because they don't know how powerful you are.”

Amy shook her head. “No. It's because they don't know how powerful Father is!”

Mag was very happy. “I don't care what they say as long as I'm a good father in your eyes.”

“You're a great father, Father!” She let go of his hand and ran towards the bike. Ugly Duckling was waiting for them in the basket with a pitiful look on its face.

“System, I want to rent a sword for a day,” Mag said, walking slowly.

“That's 10 gold coins. Thank you!” the system said. “It will be ready in five minutes.”

“Give it to me after I leave the city. And, I need you to keep my bike safe for me for a day.”

“That will be one gold coin.”

Mag nodded. “Okay.” Even though the system had said he was 100% safe, he wanted to go all out for to finish this mission and protect Amy. He decided to think like Mag Alex.

Mag Alex had been a brilliant swordsman as well as an excellent officer.

He wouldn't have fallen into that situation if he had turned down a certain old friend. They had planned everything meticulously.

The fire chicken or any other magical beasts would have been small fry to him. He could have killed them with one swing of his sword.

Yet Mag wasn't capable of doing something like that now.

Mag Alex had learned swordplay from his father, and started using a sword weighing over 100 pounds at the age of 15.

Mag was now as strong as Mag Alex when he was about 10 years old.

Later, Mag Alex killed his first dragon, and found a nameless swordplay manual in which were 13 swordplay forms in its den. He called it Thirteen Swordplay Forms.

When he was at his best, he could wield his heavy sword so fast that no one could see it.

Of course, Mag couldn't wield even a smaller longsword that fast now, and thought he might only be able to do the first three forms.

But it's probably enough for me to kill a fire chicken.