 Whispering Jianghu

In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

Henyee Translations

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

"I am an assassin with no feelings," Rex said coldly as he swung his black windbreaker over, and walked out of the Bastie Prison.

"I am an assassin with no sense of direction," Connie said meekly as she put her helmet on.

Rex, who was walking in front, stumbled and almost fell. He turned around and knocked on Connie's helmet with his fist as he said, "Can you not wear this tortoiseshell when you're assassinating someone?"

"Master, didn't you say that an assassin has to be mysterious?" Connie said with grievance as she lifted her visor.

"If you killed those who saw you, you would be very mysterious." Rex pressed his lips together. She really was a blockhead.

"That's… too cruel, isn't it?" Connie was hesitant.

I Am An Assassin With No Sense Of Direction