Outside the restaurant, a white-haired old man who was resting under a big tree in his white magician robe suddenly lifted his head and looked in the direction of the restaurant. "What is this?" he asked himself. His deep eyes narrowed slightly. "This magic wave… An elf? No, a human. No, what is it? It's so different."
Krassu Aiou hesitated a moment, picked up his magic staff which was as tall as himself, and walked slowly towards the restaurant. He had been wandering in Chaos City for several days and hadn't found anything interesting. Today might turn out to be his lucky day.
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Inside the restaurant, Sargeras took a look at the menu on the table, then at Amy who was encouraging him, and at Mag who showed no sign of giving in. He let out a sigh of helplessness. Money was indeed very important in this world.
