Under the watchful eyes of all the guests, Dracula abruptly stopped in mid-air. Looking at Yulian and Crassus, who were walking towards the restaurant, his expression changed slightly. He lightly jumped back a step and landed on the ground, forcing a smile as he said, "How could I? As a noble vampire, I, Dracula, would never cut in line. Lord Yulian, Lord Crassus, please do as you please. I'll go to the back of the line first."
Dracula turned around, his smile vanishing instantly. A few beads of cold sweat trickled down his face. While admitting defeat was somewhat humiliating for a level nine vampire progenitor, but it was clearly a wise choice in front of two level ten archmages, the God of Fire and the Lord of Frost.
"What's wrong with this world? Cutting in line almost caused a mess. Luckily, I stopped in time, or I'd probably be hanging up and beating up by now. These two are the fierce warriors who wiped out the entire cannibalistic demon race." Dracula sighed inwardly and quickened his pace, afraid that Yulian and Crassus would call him back.
"Today, Little Amy defeated a level four mage with melee magic in the challenge against the Mage Tower. It proves that melee magic is far superior to ranged magic." Crassus said smugly to Yulian, completely ignoring Dracula.
"A level four mage!"
"Has the Little Boss's strength become this terrifying?"
"A level four mage at the age of four! Such talent is simply unparalleled genius! Even Princess Irina back then couldn't become a level four mage at the age of four, could she?"
Upon hearing Crassus's words, the customers at the restaurant entrance were immediately in an uproar. Having seen Amy act cute everyday, everyone subconsciously regarded her as a harmless little one. Now, suddenly hearing that she had actually defeated a level four mage, the astonishment in their hearts was beyond description.
Level four is equivalent to an intermediate mage, which is enough to serve as a squad leader in the City Lord's Mansion and the Gray Temple. It is a master that most people can only look up to.
"It seems that Little Amy is the hidden master of the Restaurant Mai Mi. That 'super fierce' line wasn't just being cute, she really is super fierce!" Harrison exclaimed. It seems they can't underestimate Little Amy anymore.
"Yes, Palmer came home today saying that the Little Boss became a hero of Chaos Academy, single-handedly defeating two powerful mages from the Mage Tower, forcing them to admit defeat." Jergi nodded with a smile.
"A four years old level four mage? It seems that little girl is indeed a super genius. This needs to be known to the clan, the younger generation must not provoke this little one with two terrifying masters." Dracula, overhearing the conversation, was reminded of this, and thought to himself.
"Just a level four mage. In a few days, even a level five mage will be defeated in a single move by Amy's ice magic." Yulian said dismissively, showing no anger at Crassus's words, but rather appearing confident.
These words caused quite a stir among the guests. How long had it been since Yulian and Crassus took on the disciple? Amy's strength had improved so rapidly that she was likely to break one record after another in the mage world. No wonder she was the girl that the Lord of Frost and the God of Fire were vying to take on as a disciple, even setting aside their centuries-old feud.
"By then, even a level six mage will be trembling under Little Amy's mage staff." Crassus retorted, not to be outdone, and stood at the front of the Sweet Faction's group.
"That's hard to say." Yulian smiled coldly, standing in the Savory Faction's line. His icy aura clashed with the fiery aura, instantly making the atmosphere between the sweet and savory factions tense again.
"A little guy from the Elven race?" Dracula felt much more relaxed when he saw that Crassus and Yulian weren't paying attention to him. As he passed by Bluer, he glanced at him and muttered something in surprise.
"A demon who considers himself noble is quite a rare sight." Bluer said, looking at Dracula with a hint of sarcasm.
"Little guy, are you talking about me?" Dracula stopped and looked at Bluer, raising his chin and looking at him with a hint of disdain. "Do vampires need to boast about their noble blood? Among demons, we only drink blood, behave with nobility and elegance, and adhere to gentlemanly conduct."
"Really? I heard that a vampire on Demon Island was forced by the elf princess to eat grass for days. That one must have been a gentleman vampire of your demon race, someone who only drinks blood, right?" Bluer asked Dracula with some curiosity.
The guests around them were suppressing their laughter. Although they didn't know if Bluer's words were true or not, but the thought of a vampire being forced to eat grass was simply too amusing to ignore.
"This little guy actually knows about this kind of thing!" Dracula raised his eyebrows and glared, but if he was to admit it now, he was too ashamed to come to the restaurant to eat again. So his expression quickly returned to calm, and he coughed and said seriously, "How could such a thing happen? Even if it did happen, it could never be our vampire clan, let alone me."
"Really?" Bluer looked at Dracula with some suspicion. Why was this guy so eager to distance himself from this matter?
"Of course it's true! We vampires have extremely strong pride and dignity. We would never eat grass." Dracula said decisively.
"Then, what flavor of tofu pudding do you like?" Constantine suddenly asked from the side.
"Nonsense, of course it's savory…" Dracula looked at the smiles gradually spreading across everyone's faces and suddenly felt that he had completely lost face. He glared at Constantine, "You talk too much," before turning around and walking towards the back of the line.
"That's a good question." Bluer looked at Constantine with some appreciation. He hadn't expected him to ask such a profound question. Seeing a demon make a fool of himself was quite a pleasant feeling for him.
"You flatter me, you flatter me. I don't know how to address you, brother." Constantine said with a smile, still feeling a little flustered after being glared at by Dracula, but hearing Bluer's praise filled him with strength.
"Bluer." Bluer said calmly, turning his gaze elsewhere and ignoring Constantine.
"Bluer... knowing his name is at least a step forward. It's been difficult to make progress with Miss Cheryl, perhaps I can find a breakthrough through her big brother." Constantine thought happily, his eyes lighting up.
"Why aren't you all arguing today?"
Just then, the restaurant door creaked open a crack, and a little one came out carrying a cat in one hand and a small stool in the other, looking at everyone with some curiosity and asking.