 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

Mag was holding onto the sword steadily. Every strike avoided the lethal areas and yet he made sure to give Horace the maximum pain at the same time.

In order to make sure Horace stayed awake and alive to feel the pain of every strike, Mag even fed him a few healing pills when he opened his mouth to scream.

It was something that could be bought at the Underground City's pharmacies everywhere. It wasn't expensive but it was very effective.

"Kill me… I know I am wrong… Kill me…"

Horace's voice was filled with fear and pain. He suddenly regretted that he didn't let that assassin kill him earlier. He could have had a quicker death.

Fresh blood oozed out from the wound slowly. The healing pills kept him alert and he could clearly feel the excruciating pain from every wound.

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