Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 223: Father, You’re So Strong!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Amy nodded. “I agree. Father is so handsome!”

Mag smiled. “Your honeyed words will go right to my head.” He stroked her head, and recommenced walking.

“What are honeyed words? Are they some goodies?”

Mag shook his head with a smile. “No, sweetheart.”

After a while, they were alone on the road.

Amy had put Ugly Duckling on the ground. She was now running after a butterfly with the kitten, giggling.

That put a smile on Mag’s face. I should take them out more. Maybe next time we can go north.

“Give me the sword, system,” he said, holding out his hand. That’s a cool stance to catch a sword.

The sword descended from the sky, the sharp end first, flew inches away from Mag’s nose, and clanked, stabbing into a stone in the ground and trembling. The gleam of the blade had almost blinded him when it flew past his eyes.

Mag was struck dumb with shock. Finally, he swallowed and looked down at the sword, which had almost chopped off his nose and the part between his legs.

Mag tried to suppress his anger. “Did you intend to kill me?!”

“My apologies,” the system said. “Signal is really bad out here, but I have managed to land the sword right in front of you.”

“Right in front of me? You almost killed me!” Mag took a few steps back in fright. It needs to be taught a lesson!

“But I didn’t, right? I had it under control, so stop complaining!” said the system.

“All right. But I won’t buy anything from you anymore,” Mag said coldly.

“Oh, my favorite customer, calm down,” said the system. It spoke in a much softer voice now. “I have a way to settle this delivery problem once and for all, and you’ll get a holographic map within a 30-mile radius of the city. You will no longer need to buy any other maps.”

Mag didn’t look convinced. “I’m listening.”

“You can buy a satellite.”

“You want me to buy a satellite so that I can get a holographic map?” Mag said derisively. He pulled out the sword and strode to catch up with Amy.

“The satellite made by me has a high-resolution imaging system, and it’s a synchronous satellite. It can provide continuous surveillance of Chaos City,” the system insisted.

“How high?”

“As high as you want.”

“Can you deploy a satellite over the elven territory?”

“Not now. You need one over Chaos City first, and then you need about 35 more satellites if you want to cover the whole continent.”

“Interesting. But how much for a satellite like that?” Mag asked.

“Three million gold coins. I’ll launch it for you!”

“Oh, that’s so nice of you!” Mag said with a sarcastic smile. “Now beat it!”

The system fell silent.

Mag studied the sword in his hand as he walked quickly.

It looked pretty much like the one he had seen in Mobai’s forge the other day. It was about a meter tall and as wide as two fingers. The hilt was black, with simple carvings.

He liked the colors and the feel. The weight was just right, thanks to the system.

A thought occurred to his mind. Maybe I should buy this sword. Then he shook his head. No. That’s exactly what the system wants. I won’t fall for its little trick.

He reflected on the Thirteen Swordplay Forms and swung the sword at a small tree as thick as an arm.

Mag had thought his movement would be awkward, but quick as that, the poor tree was cut in two and fell towards him. Even he hadn’t seen the movement of the sword. Apparently, his body had remembered all the proper movements.

Mag dodged and gaped at the sword and the tree.

I’m much stronger than I thought. A slash like that might kill a 1st-tier knight.

Amy was staring at Mag with Ugly Duckling, openmouthed. “Father, you’re so strong!”