A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World A Stay–At–Home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Chapter 288

Chapter 288: It's Been Years Since I Last Beat Dogs

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Anselm frowned. “Are you sure?” he asked, his bow in hand.

The moon was up. A full moon. The other hunters were all gazing at Blacky, excited.

“I'm sure,” Blacky said, his eyes blood-red. “I've been after them for decades. The scent is strong. They are definitely in that restaurant.”

“We don't have much time. We can't let them slip away this time,” Anselm said with a cruel smile. He had already notched an arrow to his longbow. “Time to hunt.”

The other hunters grabbed the longbows on their horses, smiling cruelly. The moon seemed to have painted the clouds red.

The air around them was thick with b.l.o.o.d.y fog. Black hairs sprouted from their arms, claws and fangs protruded, and their eyes were blood-red. They fanned out and moved quietly towards the restaurant.

Not far from Mamy Restaurant, Monkey was leaning against a tree, yawning. He took a look at them, and suddenly became wide awake. Sh*t! I don't think they're going there to have some dinner!

Monkey had been following them from noon, but all they had done was eat and drink in every restaurant like hillbillies who had come to the city for the first time. Brandli had ordered Monkey to follow them and report if anything bad happened.

Money felt they were looking for someone, and now it seemed they had found their target in Mamy Restaurant.

Both Brandli and Barzel had ordered him to make sure nothing happened to Mamy Restaurant. He had to call for backup immediately.

A shrill whistle pierced the silence of the night.

Barzel's face darkened; he looked in the direction of Mamy Restaurant.

“What's wrong, Boss?” Bob asked.

“I was right. They were looking for someone, and have just found their target. Ride back and report! A 7th-tier threat!” Barzel said, and ran to the restaurant with his sword in hand. He was grateful to Mag for his help the other day, so he wanted to protect his restaurant.

“Yes, Boss!” Bob ran to the horse with a grave face. He understood the severity of this incident—even Lord Brandli was just a 7th-tier magic caster, and Barzel was only a 5th-tier knight.

Five lava demons were walking beside Sargeras—Monde, Kil, and three strange faces. They were all looking adoringly at their leader.

“Burning Legion! That's such a bada.s.s name, Boss! And you've become even stronger than before!”

“For the Burning Legion! I like the sound of it.”

“By the way, where are we eating tonight, Boss? I could really use a drink.”

“I can't take credit for the name. Also, our catch phrase isn't 'for the Burning Legion',” said Sargeras. Now his Burning Legion had six members, and more were on the way here.

“Then who came up with this name?” asked Cossus, who was clad in red armor. One of his ears was missing.

“And what's our catch phrase?” asked Markza, who had a cross-shaped scar on his forehead.

“What are we going to eat?” Calzac grinned.

“We're going to eat the food made by a talented cook that will change our fate: roujiamo,” said Sargeras. “It is the same cook that came up with our name. As for our catch phrase, it is: for roujiamo!”

“For roujiamo!” echoed Kil and Monde.

The pedestrians nearby cast them a confused look.

Cossus, Markza, and Calzac didn't understand. “You wanted us to come here because of this roujiamo, Boss?” Cossus asked.

Sargeras nodded. “Yes. You'll understand after you eat it. I want you to always keep in mind that that restaurant is basically our holy land. The future of lava demons is riding on it. We have to keep the owner and his daughter safe no matter what, and we must always follow the rules there.”

“Why don't we just take the cook by force, Boss?” Calzac asked. “We can make him cook roujiamo for us every day.”

Sargeras laughed. “By force? You'll have to go through two 10th-tier magic casters first. Can you do that?”

“I can't,” Calzac said, and stroked his bald head, grinning like a fool. They walked on; other pedestrians kept their distance from them in fright.

Urien was making magic potions in his shop. “Werewolves?” He took a sniff and looked out his door, surprised. “It's been years since I last beat dogs…”

“Dogs! Six! Six dogs!” Black Coal cried excitedly in his cage.

Lulu and Xixi had just seated themselves. Xixi was enjoying her braised chicken and rice, while Lulu took a bite of roujiamo and smiled happily.

Abruptly, Xixi raised her head and looked to the door. “They're here!” she cried.

No sooner had she spoken than a black arrow pierced the door and flew towards Lulu's back.