The guests, who had been expecting Crassus to effortlessly parry Amy's fireball and remain silent about his accomplishment, found themselves in an awkward situation as Crassus, his beard ablaze, scurried toward the door, accompanied by a faint smell of burning in the air.
"Sigh, Grandpa White Beard's opponents must all be kids." Amy stopped, saying with a hint of helplessness, as if feeling a profound loneliness. She waved to the Ugly Duckling and prepared to continue petting the cat.
Ugly Duckling, having immediately run to the other side of the counter to confirm that Amy's fireball was gone, trotted over and snuggled comfortably in Amy's arms.
The guests, who had initially looked embarrassed, couldn't help but laugh at the scene. They wondered if the high ranking mage with the burned beard would become enraged later, if he did, Mai Ge's restaurant might not be able to handle it.
"As expected, it shouldn't be underestimated. Even a level ten mage can easily fall victim to it if caught off guard." Sargeras nodded in satisfaction. Indeed, no matter what kind of trap it was, seeing others fall into it along with him made him feel much more at ease, especially when that person was significantly stronger than himself.
Mai Ge glanced back at the doorway, his brow furrowing slightly. The request to intervene was made by Crassus himself, his goal since yesterday had been to ascertain the extent of Amy's talent, so there was no need to worry about him getting angry.
His worry was that Amy's talent had caught his eye, and he would come to the restaurant everyday to pester him. Even though things were already this way, he would absolutely not back down on sending Amy to Luo Du, no matter what.
Crassus rushed out the door, pointed at his beard, and a water ball spell exploded directly on it, instantly extinguishing the blue purple flames that were spreading upwards along the beard.
Water splashed all over the floor, mixed with some of the blackened ash from his beard, and some splattered onto his white mage robes, making him look quite disheveled.
However, Crassus, who should have been frustrated and angry, now wore a look of wild joy, even laughing uncontrollably, his somewhat manic behavior causing the other diners in the restaurant to stop smiling and look nervously towards the door.
That old mage's beard's been burned off, has he gone mad? A mage of level eight or higher, if enraged, could probably raze the entire restaurant to the ground with a single spell. Judging from his current state, he seems quite unstable.
"Grandpa White Beard's probably gone mad. I should have known better than to burn his beard. I wonder if it'll ever grow back." Amy looked towards the door, a little conflicted. If it didn't grow back, she'd have to give him a new nickname.
Crassus's eerie laughter didn't last long, because he quickly realized that he seemed to have lost his composure. He suppressed his laughter, composed himself, and tried to touch his beard, only to find that he had grasped nothing.
He looked down and saw that his white beard, which was originally over twenty centimeters long, was now less than half of its original length, and the bottom part had turned charred black, making him look rather pathetic.
He had grown this beard for decades, meticulously maintaining it everyday, even strictly controlling its length. Normally, he would feel a pang of regret if a single hair fell out, but now it was in this state.
If it were anyone else who did it, even a dragon, today he would definitely have smashed three big holes in its head with a mage's staff.
But now it was Amy who did this, and it was he who sincerely asked her to cast a fireball, swearing that nothing would happen.
Now, it was a classic case of digging a hole for himself and jumping into it. He felt a little wronged, but there was nowhere to complain.
"Forget it, why bother arguing with my precious apprentice? With such talent, even if she only knows one Fireball spell in the future, she can still make my Great Fireball spell shine. I'm not looking anymore, she's the one." However, Crassus quickly adjusted his mood.
Recalling that pure fireball spell, his heart still couldn't help but race. He had traveled south from Luo Du for over half a year, meeting many geniuses, but none of them quite met his expectations. The moment Amy cast that fireball, he knew he had finally found the perfect apprentice for him.
With a smile returning to his face, Crassus waved his hand and cast two cleansing spells on himself, quickly restoring his mage robes to its original condition. His short beard, however, could not be restored for the time being. He reached out and pushed open the door, re-entering the restaurant.
"That old man values his beard more than his life. Now that it's gone, he's still smiling. It seems that little girl's talent is even better than I thought. I need to act quickly, or that old geezer will beat me to it. A stolen apprentice is always better than one I find myself. That old man's judgment of character has never been wrong." At the entrance of the magic potion shop, Yulian watched Crassus turn and enter the restaurant, muttering to himself before turning and entering the shop himself.
The guests, who were initially worried that Crassus would fly into a rage and attack, or at least storm in to demand an explanation, were all stunned when they saw him enter with a broad smile, his half-burnt beard gone as he pushed open the door. What was going on now?
"No need to say anything, Grandpa Half Beard, I think I can teach you how to beat the kids. If you really want to learn, I can give you a discount on the tuition." Amy looked at Crassus, who had sat down at the table again, and said seriously before he could speak.
"Pfft—" Sargeras, who had just taken a sip of water from his bag while sitting by the door, spat it out, unable to contain his laughter this time.
A level 10 archmage was being lectured by a four years old girl, who was even being taught how to defeat a child. This was an archmage who had repelled a giant dragon with a fireball spell. He had traveled the Nolan Continent for fifty years, and this was the first time he had ever seen something so ridiculous.
The restaurant fell silent, everyone staring at Sargeras. The two guests sitting next to him slowly moved away, seemingly wanting to distance themselves.
Although they found it amusing when Amy spoke in such an old-fashioned manner, but their clear minds told them that they absolutely could not laugh at an imperial honored mage to his face, or they might be punished by a fireball spell in the next second.
In the Los Empire, there was a clear rule that if someone insults an Imperial Honored Mage, the mage can punish them on the spot. If the investigation finds the circumstances reasonable, the mage may not be held responsible.
Although Chaos City is not subject to the laws of the Los Empire, there have been instances where other races insulted the Imperial Honored Mage and were subsequently killed on the spot. The Los Empire responded strongly, supporting the honored mages and allowing them to leave Chaos City without any consequences.