 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

Early the next morning, Mag and the ladies boarded a 7th-tier magic beast, the Golden Armored Condor that the Falk Tribe used to ferry their VIPs, and set off on their return journey.

Irina sent Mag a message last night, saying that she would be returning with the ladies that she had rescued first.

Furthermore, while they were saying goodbye to Connie in the morning, she told them which tribes in the Twilight Forest were targeted last night. Some of them even sent their remaining elven maids over to the Falk Tribe in a rush, and begged them to hand them over on their behalf.

They estimated that the Twilight Forest would not have any orcs who would keep elven maids for a very long time.

After all… those fellows who used to show off everywhere were all crying over their lost weiners at home now.

This punishment's shock and awe effect was indeed far greater than killing them all.

The Devil, Or Perhaps... A Great Old One