Mag nodded. "Okay. Please wait a moment." He turned to walk towards the kitchen. He was pretty satisfied with Amy's answer; at least she didn't say yes right away. Seeing that this magic caster was not quite ready to give up, he was still on alert.
Now that it was evident that Krassu was not here to sell matches and that he had money, Amy wasn't in a hurry to make him leave. "White-bearded grandpa, where are you from?" she asked curiously.
"I'm Krassu Aiou, from Rodu—the capital of the Roth Empire. It's much bigger than Chaos City—a dozen times bigger. I walked half a year to arrive here," Krassu answered with a smile, trying to soften his voice and expression.
If people from the Serving Tower saw Krassu, who used to be stern and even grim, talking to a little girl in such a gentle way, they would be stunned speechless.
Mag stopped moving and clenched his fist.
