A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Chapter 488 I’ll Get A Jay Chou Music Pack

The horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the elven embassy, and Blour and Yngwie got off. A middle-aged elf quickly made his way toward them, and handed Yngwie a letter as he whispered, “This is an urgent confidential letter sent from our elven race. Something important must have happened.”

The middle-aged elf then turned to glance at Blour with a curious look. He had never seen that beautiful woman before; why had she gotten off the carriage together with Yngwie?

The magic seal on the envelope was unraveled by Yngwie, and he pulled out the letter within. After reading through the letter, his expression changed drastically as he turned to Blour, and said, “Young Mas, Madam Shirley, come with me; I have something I need to speak to you about.”

“Alright.” Blour nodded with a curious expression as he followed Yngwie inside.

After entering the room, Blour asked, “What happened?”

“Have a look for yourself.” Yngwie handed the letter over to him.

“Princess Irina came out of her cave?! But I’m here in Chaos City! Argh, how could I miss out on something so important!” Blour clasped a hand over his heart with a pained expression.

“That’s not even the point! Master Schubert of the Krol Family had been killed, and the queen has abolished slavery! That’s going to deal a major blow to all of the major families, and we could be impacted as well. As a worthy heir to the family estate, that’s something that you should be focusing on.” Yngwie was quite exasperated as he looked at Blour.

“Oh, really? I think you’re the one missing the point here. The major families of the elven race only slowly began to emerge following the war among species. Following that, Helena introduced several revolutions, which made the major families more and more powerful, but what’s the point in doing that? Helena appears to be laying a strong foundation for our elven race, but she’s actually destroying our foundation. Elves have lived freely for thousands of years; freedom is the identity of all elves.” Blour shook his head with a smile as he said, “Do you know why so many people revere and support Princess Irina in the elven race? It’s not because of how powerful she is. Instead, she exemplifies what an elf should be. She’s regal and graceful, free-spirited and wilful, and she refuses to be restricted by anyone.”

Yngwie looked at the mocking smile on Blour’s face, and fell deep in thought. After a while, he adopted a stern expression, and said, “That’s an inevitable step that must be taken. It’s mandatory in order to make the elven race more powerful so that we can prevent our brethren from being enslaved when the next war arises.”

“So you’re going to enslave them while telling them that you’re doing so to protect them from being enslaved? And then, you’re going to make them fight at the front lines to protect the very same people that enslaved them in the first place? Do I really need to elaborate on why this is a flawed system and flawed logic?” Blour looked into Yngwie’s eyes with a serious expression, and said, “Yngwie, you’ve lived for many centuries and endured countless battles. I want to ask you this: are the elves in the Wind Forest truly happy? Even the members of the major families who have become lazy and complacent, and accustomed to being tended to by elven servants, are they truly happy?” Yngwie fell silent again, and Blour didn’t say anything, either. Instead, he stared intently at Yngwie, awaiting his reply. “Perhaps you really aren’t fit to inherit the role of leader of the Baibilly Famiy.” Yngwie looked at Blour, and a smile appeared on his face as he said, “But you’re an exceptional thinker. The Baibilly Family needs a thinker like you, and perhaps the entire elven race also needs someone like you. I’m not going to tell anyone what you said to me, and I hope you can refrain from doing so as well. At the very least, do not repeat what you just said to anyone until you’re in a position of power that allows you say these things.”

“Some things I only say to the right people.” A smile also appeared on Blour’s face, and he slowly unclenched his fists.

“Looking back at my close to 800 years in this world, the elven race wasn’t in its most miserable state during the war among species when the Wind Forest was almost conquered by the demons and the orcs. Even then, the songs of our people were never silenced, and everyone was still full of hope for the future. But now, I can never hear those joyful songs anymore. Picking wild fruits has become a job, and the days when you could sit on a branch and do nothing for an entire day have ceased to exist. There is no more war, but everyone has instead become unhappy. It’s a very depressing sight to behold.” Yngwie was slightly dejected.

“That’s why I chose to permanently reside in Chaos City. Compared to the Wind Forest, this city is full of vitality and freedom. I believe that this city will truly become a paradise in the future; I just hope I can live to see that day. This is a comforting city, just like the Wind Forest was back a long time ago.” A smile appeared on Yngwie’s face, and a hint of hope reignited in his eyes as he turned to Blour. “If you want to help the elven princess, then you must also become more powerful. The major families have already split the entire elven race among themselves, and even the queen can only abolish a law or two from the elven laws.”

“At times like this, my stunning beauty is required to bring joy to the world.” Blour turned to Yngwie, and nodded with a serious expression as he said, “I also hope to hear the songs of freedom ringing out in the Wind Forest again someday.”

“I’d love to hear it one last time before I leave this world.” Yngwie nodded with a smile.

“The system rejects your request.”

An eye-rolling emoji followed this message.

“Are you holding a grudge, system?” Mag also couldn’t help but roll his eyes. It appeared that the system was still angry about the tea leaves.

In response, Mag wasn’t feeling guilty in the slightest. He had to screw over the system to earn more money-it was the way of life.

“Alright, looks like you’re not planning on earning any money, then. In that case, I’ll just have to use Amy’s music box. That thing has about 20 songs in it; the genres are a bit haphazardous, but it’ll suffice.” Mag got up to retrieve the music box with a calm expression.

“How can you play a song like Gokuraku Jodo in a high-end restaurant? How can customers focus on their meals while struggling not to erupt into dance and sing? It’s going to be a disaster!” The system was distraught.

“So what? That just shows how unique our restaurant is. It’ll present a different experience to our customers.” Mag shrugged nonchalantly.

The system replied sternly, “The God of Cookery must pay attention to every single detail. Appropriate music will enhance the dining experience significantly, while unsuitable music could have great detrimental effects. You need to look at the statistic, and choose—”

“That’s enough, I’ll get a Jay Chou music pack first; how much will that cost?” Mag abruptly cut off the system mid-rant.

“Sorry, Jay Chou’s music is unavailable due to copyright issues. We are currently doing our best to rectify this situation,” the system responded feebly.

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