480: Holy F*ck, Holy F*ck, Holy F*ck!!!

Holy F*ck, Holy F*ck, Holy F*ck!!!

This elf's figure, looks, and disposition are all top-notch. Sally gives off a rather cold air, while she gives off an air of confidence to the extent of haughtiness, but that kind of attitude is perfectly justified by her beauty. She's a 9.2. She's still a little off compared to Gloria. Mag gave an internal evaluation as he looked at Blour.1

As for why her score was lower than Gloria's, that was because he preferred the more gentle and petite type.

This woman was slightly too tall and slender for his tastes. If she were an Earthling, she could easily become a supermodel.

Of course, he only looked at other women as if he were surveying works of art. There was only a polite appreciation for beauty rather than lust or an urge for conquest.

Mag's heart was as still as water, but the same could not be said about the customers in the lines. Many men began to steal furtive glances at her while comparing her to Sally in their hearts. In contrast with the cold and aloof Sally, this woman appeared to be more approachable.

"Hello there, beautiful elf, is this your first time here at Mamy Restaurant?" A young man in a set of lavish robes at the back of the line turned to Blour with a warm smile. However, his eyes were already sneaking down surreptitiously toward the section of Blour's legs revealed beneath the dress.

Heh, men. Blour rolled his eyes internally, but he didn't let his exasperation show on his face. It was a good idea to ask him about the restaurant, then give a slightly indifferent nod. In doing so, she would be expressing some interest, but not a whole lot, and that was the best way to attract a man.

"My name is Constantine. I own two sizeable gemstone shops in the Aden Square. My shops are quite close to Mamy Restaurant, so I'm a regular customer here." Constantine nonchalantly flaunted his wealth before continuing, "You sure have a good eye for delicious cuisine. This restaurant has the most delicious food in the entire Aden Square. In fact, I dare say there is no better restaurant in Chaos City or even the entire Norland Continent. Boss Mag is an absolute genius."

"Is he really that impressive?" Blour wasn't very interested in his so-called gemstone shops, but he was quite intrigued by his glowing commendation of the restaurant. He wasn't really looking forward to tasting any human food, but if the restaurant could serve up some decent cuisine for him to sample, then at least it wouldn't be a waste of a trip.

"I wouldn't lie to a beauty like you. Look at these lines—a normal restaurant would only have one line, right? There have been two lines at this restaurant every day ever since the owner released the tofu pudding dish. Due to the conflict between the sweet and savory tofu pudding factions, the customers split up into two lines. Our line is the sweet faction, while their line is the savory faction. You have to taste the sweet tofu pudding for yourself; not only is it delicious, it also has really good cosmetic benefits." Blour was more than happy to provide a detailed introduction to the restaurant.

"Don't listen to him! Savory tofu pudding is the best. If you don't eat savory tofu pudding, then you might as well not eat tofu pudding, and if you don't eat tofu pudding, what's the point in living?" An elderly man from the other line immediately stated his objections.

Their exchange immediately made the atmosphere between the two factions a lot tenser. However, the customers in front of them were too busy rushing into the restaurant, so the conflict didn't escalate. Still, the contest between the two factions had successfully piqued Blour's interest.

Interesting. What is this tofu pudding? If it really does have cosmetic benefits, then it's certainly worth a try. But then again, when you're beautiful to the extreme like I am, these exogenous substances have almost no effect. Blour was quite intrigued.

In order to maintain his image as a warm and caring gentleman, Constantine didn't engage in a war of words with the elderly man from the savory faction. He turned to Blour with a smile, and said, "Beautiful lady, may I ask your name? And would you be so kind as to have lunch with me?"

"It's Shirley, and I'll skip on the lunch offer. I can afford my own meal." Blour whipped her golden curls in a haughty manner before brushing past Constantine as she strode into the restaurant.

Is this love at first sight? My heart hasn't thumped like this for so many years… I thought there were no women in this world who could move me like this, but now I know that… I just haven't met the right one yet! Constantine felt as if his soul had escaped from his body as his heart fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird. Even his breathing had accelerated, and he quickly rushed in after her.

Even though he had been rejected, he still felt the need to leave a good impression of himself in her heart. He just had to find an opportunity to sit next to her, then pay her bill in her stead, and she would surely feel obligated to speak with him further.

"Welcome." Yabemiya smiled as she greeted the customers. Meanwhile, Sally stood on the other side of the door with her usual aloof expression, while Mag entered the kitchen to prepare for the lunch rush.

Yabemiya immediately spotted the tall and slender Blour, and her eyes lit up as she turned to Sally. "What a beautiful elf! Aisha, do you know her?"

"I've never seen her before." Sally had also noticed Blour, but she had no recollection of such a person. However, after the war among species, many elves had left the Wind Forest to go elsewhere on the continent; this elven beauty was most likely one of them.

"What a beautiful big sister." Amy was also looking at Blour with sparkling eyes.

The omniscient door displayed the information about all of the restaurant's customers in Mag's mind, including their portrait, name, species, gender, power level… Everything was revealed to him. Mag only took cursory glances at the screen in his mind, but with his superb memory, he was able to easily remember all of the information. As such, he wouldn't have to rely on the omniscient door to identify his customers.

Looks like there aren't that many powerful beings among them. Mag heaved an internal sigh. Customers at the 5th-tier or above were quite rare, and there were almost none of the 7th-rank or above. As for 10th-tier powerhouses, to this day, Mag had only seen four: Krassu, Urien, Novan, and Michael.

Just as Mag walked into the kitchen, the portrait and information of an elf suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the elf that he had given a score of 9.2 points to. He took a glance at her information, upon which his body immediately stiffened.

"Holy f*ck, holy f*ck, holy f*ck!!!"

"He's a f*cking man??? System, what the f*ck is wrong with your door?!"

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