Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 295: I Heard There’s An Amazing Restaurant Here

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Many trees had been knocked down; the paved ground was covered in holes.

Brandli hadn’t seen such a terrible sight in the Aden Square in years.

Krassu got out of the carriage, and was relieved when he looked toward the restaurant. “Thank God! Amy’s okay.” He glanced at Urien, and then looked at Sargeras, who was still beating the werewolf with his chair. Seems like it’s over.

Everyone was focusing on the fight, so nobody noticed the carriage.

Brandli breathed a sigh of relief. If anything had happened to Amy, Krassu and Urien might’ve leveled the square!

Suddenly, Anselm howled, and his fur turned scarlet. He had become larger too. He swung his claws at the chair, sparks flying. The impact sent Sargeras stepping back a few steps.

“Chaos City, huh? Then let there be chaos!” Anselm said, standing up. “Since you’re all in a hurry to meet your maker, then I’ll grant your wish!” Many bones came out of his back, blood spilling out. Even the air reeked of blood.

The eyes of the other werewolves turned red. They jumped up and knocked the lava demons away, staring at the customers inside.

“Kill them all! Bathe in their blood!” Anselm shouted, pointing at the restaurant.

No sooner had he spoken than he turned into a giant scarlet wolf. He charged at the window, the ground breaking under his feet.

The other werewolves howled, turned into giant wolves, and followed their leader. Maintaining wolf forms was harmful to their bodies, so they needed fresh blood to counter the negative effect.

The customers had never seen this coming. Some shrieked, and some were petrified at the sight of their horrible fangs.

A worried look dawned on Sargeras’ face. He hurried after them, but the wolves were much faster. He wouldn’t be able to stop them in time.

“Run!” Sally shouted. She picked up Amy and Yabemiya, and jumped far away. Even she didn’t dare to meet their charge head on.

Mag could see despair in the customers’ eyes. Some scrambled for the door, even though they knew they could never outrun these large beasts.

“The weak deserve to die!” Anselm roared.

“These guys just don’t give up.” Mag sighed, and looked at Urien. You won’t let them tear the restaurant down, right?

The wolves charged, ready to rip them to shreds.

“You got the wrong idea about Chaos City,” said a deep and loud voice. A tall, lean figure came out of the carriage and raised his hand.

“Bang!”

Anselm smacked into an invisible barrier about 10 centimeters away from the window. He stared at the cowering people with his wide red eyes, furious.

Then, the five other wolves smacked into the barrier too; it seemed to be indestructible.

“Don’t panic. You’re safe now,” Novan said. The people lying on the floor were helped up as if by an invisible hand, the panicked crowd got separated, and nobody was hurt.

They still hadn’t recovered from the shock, but when they looked at the carriage, they recognized the principal.

“Principal Novan!”

“Yeah, it’s Principal Novan!”

“We’re saved!”

They felt much relieved to see his face, and were grateful that they were still alive.

A cheer went up from the crowd. The wolves lying outside didn’t look frightening to them anymore.

Many believed Novan, who had built Chaos School, was equal, if not superior, to the lord of Chaos City.

He was a 10th-tier magic caster who was kind to his students, and always appealed for peace and harmony.

These wolves posed no threat to them at all now that he was here.

Novan coiled his hand into a fist; the bones of the wolves cracked, and they were forced to change back into human forms. “They are all yours. Make sure they pay for what they did,” he said to Brandli, and tossed the Gray Temple people the six bloody werewolves who were barely breathing.

Anselm looked at Xixi, eyes full of regret. I was so close to breaking the curse on werewolves… The damned cook ruined it all…

Brandli recited some spell and tied them up. “Take them to Bastie Prison!” he said to his men.

“I heard there’s an amazing restaurant here.” Novan smiled. The gravel went back into the holes as he walked. The ground was even and clean again as if nothing had happened.

The crowd parted to let him through. “It must be this one,” he said, looking at Mamy Restaurant.