156: A Dragon Masseuse

A Dragon Masseuse

Krassu snorted. "You don't really want to see us fight in your city, do you?"2

Brandli pulled a wry face. Their fight in the city would be totally disastrous.

"Rest assured, we won't fight again, for now," said the old man. "Also, I have a servant, I don't need you. I plan on living in this city. You're too old to run errands for me, but maybe you can help me find a magic room."

"The Gray Temple has just set up several magic rooms one or two years ago," Brandli said, smiling.

He had wanted to say he wasn't that old, but thought better of it. Clearly, Krassu didn't want to be watched by him. He had to inform the top brass that the Lord of Fire had decided to settle in Chaos City, which was not good news for them, since Urien lived here too.

Krassu shook his head. "No. The Gray Temple is too far from here. It's not convenient for my disciple."

"There're many magic casters in Chaos City, but I can't just commandeer their magic rooms…" Brandli said hesitantly.

"The Chaos School teaches magic too, if my memory serves me right. Can't you find a magic room for me there?"

"I'm really sorry, Lord Krassu, but my hands are tied," Brandli said with an apologetic smile. He wasn't a teacher in the Chaos School, and even if he was, he had no right to let Krassu use a magic room.

First, he had to report to his superiors. Then, after they decided that the old man using a magic room would not affect the Chaos School too much, they would have to make an official request to the principal, who would determine whether the old man got to use his magic room or not.

It would take at least two days, but Brandli had overheard him saying he was going to find a magic room in the afternoon. Chaos School is out of the question, he thought.

"You just need to take me to the principal. I'll take care of the rest." Krassu started walking towards the exit with a smile. "I haven't seen Novan for years," the old man murmured to himself.

Brandli's eyes went wide as he watched Krassu's back. He knows Novan? The principal of the Chaos School was a powerful 10th-tier magic caster.

Novan might be the least pleasant man Bandli had ever met. Even the Lord of the Gray Temple and the Lord of Chaos City had to treat him with more respect.

Brandli gritted his teeth and kept up with Krassu. "God help me," he murmured.

…

Mag breathed a sigh of relief when the last customer was gone. He stretched his stiff shoulders and smiled as he had got 632 customers as of now. He only needed two or three days to finish this mission.

Amy trotted over to Mag. "Let me pound your back, Father," she said with caring eyes. But, since she was too short and wasn't strong enough, her pounding wasn't helping much.

Nonetheless, her effort warmed Mag's heart. Only my own daughter cares about me.

"Boss, I can massage your shoulders if you want. I… I'm stronger than Amy," Yabemiya said, abashed, fingers intertwining nervously behind her back.

"You know how to massage shoulders?"

Amy pulled back her hands, panting. She was already tired. "Sister Miya, help me…"

The young waitress nodded. "I know some. I massaged my mother's shoulders when I was little. She had to work all day crouching on the ground and washing dishes." The thought of her mother made her eyes moist.

"I'll leave my shoulders to you then," Mag said with a smile. He leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes. "Try not to break my bones."

Yabemiya giggled. She shook her head. "Don't worry, Boss. I won't."

Mag nodded, smiling. "Thank you."

Yabemiya got around back, and hesitated a moment before placing her hands on his shoulders. She seemed a little nervous, her face flushed red, her hands shaking.

"I'll get some rest. Don't mind me," Mag said. His breath slowed and evened out as if he had fallen asleep.

Yabemiya nodded. "Yes, Boss." She took several deep breaths, and her nervousness was largely gone. She started massaging his neck, shoulders, and arms.

As her hands moved around his neck, Mag almost moaned in comfort.

I've found myself a dragon masseuse, Mag thought happily to himself.

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