Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 713 I Didn“t! You“re Lying!

“What happened to Elder Brent? Who did this to him?”

“It looks like he was bashed in the face by a chair! But with Elder Brent’s immense power, how could that have happened to him?”

“Could it be because he’s always sexually harassing the female magic casters in our Magus Tower, and someone took vengeance on him?”

“If that’s the case, then he deserves everything he got! If it were me, I’d also want to slam that sick pervert in the face with a chair!”

All of the magic casters were quite surprised by the sight of Brent’s miserable state, but there was an overwhelming current of gloating elation intermingled with that shock. All of the female magic casters present seemed to be of the opinion that justice had been served.

Krassu was also looking at Brent with an elated expression of approval as he murmured to himself, “He really did receive quite a thorough beating. I feel like my job has been done for me.”

Just as everyone was discussing spiritedly among themselves, Brent woke up, and his reflexive reaction toward Amy made everyone in the entire Magus Tower fall silent.

All of the magic casters turned to Amy with disbelief in their eyes. Brent was accusing Amy of being the one who had done this to him?

But he was a 10th-tier great magic caster!

No matter how prodigious Amy was, she was still only a 5th-tier magic caster. There was an insurmountable gap between the two of them.

Kola had just descended from the staircase in a dejected mood, and he was also rooted to the spot upon seeing this. If even Master Brent had been beaten to such a state by this little girl, then it was no wonder that he had lost to her!

“Little Amy, did you really do this to him?” Krassu turned to Amy with an inquisitive expression. His voice wasn’t critical in the slightest. Instead, it was filled with anticipation as if he wished for nothing more than for Amy to have been the one who had inflicted such horrific injuries on Brent.

Richard turned his gaze toward Amy with furrowed brows. There was only a handful of people who could assault Brent in the Magus Tower without being discovered, and this little half-elf girl clearly wasn’t one of them. His voice cooled significantly as he commanded, “Brent, tell me what happened!”

Brent was still trembling uncontrollably with his eyes closed and his arms wrapped around his head. Only after seeing Richard and the magic casters around him did he realize that he was no longer in that dark room. He immediately heaved a long sigh of relief before slumping to the ground in a completely feeble manner as he replied, “That woman… That woman came to Rodu, and she…”

“That’s enough!” A dangerous light flashed through Richard’s eyes as he cut off Brent before turning to Amy. “What does this have to do with her?”

Brent seemed to have realized that he had said something he shouldn’t have said, and he immediately shut his mouth. However, as he turned to look at Amy, the mental image of her raising a chair high into the air before bringing it down on his face resurfaced in his mind. His voice rose a few octaves, reaching a borderline screech as he cried, “That little brat hit me! She used a chair to hit me in the face!”

“I didn’t! You’re lying!” Amy shook her head with a pitiable expression as she denied, “I’m just a little elf who happened to be passing by. You must’ve been beaten silly if you think I hit you.”

Compared to the screeching Brent, the adorkable Amy was clearly more convincing. Who would believe that such an adorable little girl would be capable of bashing people with chairs?

Furthermore, Brent was an elder of the Magus Tower, a 10th-tier magic caster, yet he was claiming that he had been beaten with a chair by a four-year-old little girl?

This was clearly slander!

All of the magic casters present were starting to get rather angry. The Magus Tower could accept losing to someone, but what they couldn’t accept was being dishonored. Brent’s actions were a complete disgrace to the Magus Tower.

“That’s enough, Brent! I keep telling you to drink less, but you never listen! You must’ve drunk too much and hit your head.” Richard’s expression had also darkened significantly as he turned to Roy, and instructed, “Carry him back to his room.”

“I…” Brent still wanted to say something, but a vicious glare from Richard had him swallowing his words. He glanced at the nearby Krassu, and a chill suddenly ran down his spine as he suddenly realized who this little half-elf girl was. Krassu’s new disciple was none other than a little half-elf girl.

“But…” Roy still wanted to say something. In the dark room where he had discovered the unconscious Brent, he had discovered splinters and other pieces of broken chairs all over the place. That was not a scene that could be created just by Brent falling over and hitting his head after a drunken adventure. However, he also swallowed his words at the sight of Richard’s thunderous expression, and he helped Brent to his feet with the help of two other magic casters before departing.

Amy turned to Mag and gave him a smug little smile.

Mag also smiled back at her as he patted her little head. She sure was a smart little girl; she had already learned how to use her advantages to convince others to believe her.

“I can’t believe Master Brent was this type of person. Could it be that he’s trying to slander that little girl just because she beat Hank?”

“I heard Hank even used forbidden magic during their battle, but was still defeated by her in the end. After that, he got what he deserved, and was disabled by Master Krassu. Could it be that Brent is trying to avenge him?”

“Like master, like disciple; they’re both scum!”

All of the magic casters were discussing among themselves in quiet voices as they glared at Brent with disdain, and everyone’s resentment toward Brent seemed to have erupted in that moment.

“Hold on.”

Right at this moment, Krassu suddenly made his way over to Brent with a smile as the latter lay on a stretcher. Krassu examined his face, and clicked his tongue with wonder as he said, “There aren’t many people in the world who could give such thorough beatings with just a chair; it’s like a work of art! I was going to teach you a lesson as well, but there’s no place for me to strike you, tsk, tsk.”

Brent was trembling as he lay on the stretcher, and cold sweat was pouring down his face. He did his best to suppress his agony as he forced a smile onto his face, and said, “Master Krassu, I heard that you had come to visit our Magus Tower, and in my hurry to greet you, I accidentally fell down the stairs. Please forgive me for my tardiness, argh… That’s hurts!”

“It hurts? Your skin is almost as thick as the walls of Rodu; how can a gentle pinch like this hurt?” Krassu wore a benevolent smile on his face with a large section of Brent’s skin pinched between his fingers in a pincer-like grip as he slowly twisted his hand.

Brent’s face had turned deathly pale, and he was on the brink of falling unconscious. However, he still forced a smile onto his face as he said in a trembling voice, “It… It doesn’t hurt after all…”

“It doesn’t hurt? Are you saying I’m old, and no longer have any strength left?” Krassu abruptly twisted Brent’s skin in a sharp, vicious motion, twisting his swollen face into an unrecognizable state.

“Arrrgh!!!”

Brent’s bloodcurdling howls erupted throughout the entire Magus Tower.

“That’s enough, Krassu! This is the Magus Tower, not a place for you to do as you please!” Richard raised a hand to conjured up a blue hand of water, which grabbed toward Krassu.

“Piss off!” Krassu slapped the oncoming hand into oblivion before landing a vicious backhanded slap on Brent’s face.

His bloodcurdling howls immediately came to an abrupt halt as he fell unconscious once again.

Krassu turned to Richard with a cold smile, and said, “Let’s settle this with a battle. My disciple will crush yours!”