"A reporting organization?" Michael looked at Mag, and carefully considered the idea as his eyes gradually lit up. He grabbed onto Mag's hands with an animated expression, and said, "That's a brilliant idea! I've been wondering how to supervise all of the officials of the city lord's castle for an entire day, but no matter what I thought of, there were always holes in the system. It turns out that I've been overlooking the best supervisors this entire time-our citizens!"
"That's right. If the families of those deceased miners had had an organization that they could report to, they wouldn't have had to suffer so much tragedy." Mag nodded, and extricated his hands from Michael's grasp in a nonchalant manner. He didn't know much about politics, but the political system in his past life was obviously a lot more advanced than the one in this world, and based on what he had seen in the past, he could offer many good ideas.
"I'll have to discuss this with Rolan before implementing some changes." Michael nodded as he sighed. "Mr. Mag, if it weren't for the fact that your cooking is so delicious, I really want to make you my second-in-command. You have a brilliant mind and some superb ideas."
"I also prefer cooking over politics." Mag shook his with a smile.
"That makes sense. The city lord's castle wouldn't be able to pay wages as hefty as the earnings of this restaurant." Michael chuckled as he walked into the restaurant.
"Father, did I do something wrong?" Amy latched onto Mag's hand, and looked up at him with puzzlement in her bright blue eyes.
"You did nothing wrong, Amy; it's this world that is at fault."
Mag patted Amy on her little head before squatting down in front of her as he said, "However, before you assign strangers nicknames in the future, you have to see what kind of person they are first. If they're kind-hearted and have good manners, then you can give them a nickname as a joke, but if they're short-tempered and petty people, then they'd feel insulted, and could even try to hurt you because of that. Father believes that you bear no ill will toward anyone, but sometimes, the world bears ill will toward you."
Amy thought about this carefully for a moment before nodding with a serious expression as she said, "I understand now. People like Big Sister Xixi and Big Bear are kind people, while people like that bad man from earlier are petty people. I won't give those people nicknames in the future."
"Good girl." Mag gave Amy a hug before walking into the restaurant with her. He turned to Amy with a smile, and said, "Tonight, an important conference is going to be held at our restaurant, so when they're speaking, you can listen, but don't interrupt them, ok?"
"Ok." Amy nodded obediently.
Within the restaurant, the dragons and demons had already sat down at opposing rows of tables, and the atmosphere was very tense.
Michael sat in the main seat, and one of the workers from the city lord's castle was distributing documents. Two other officials sat in the last row with a pen and paper laid out in front of them. Those two appeared to have been tasked with recording the contents of the conference, and with that, there was a total of 10 people taking part in the conference.
Yabemiya poured cups of water for everyone before standing beside Sally near the kitchen.
Mag had already told them about the conference, and Michael didn't ask them to leave, so they stayed to listen. It would be fine as long as they didn't say anything to disrupt the conference.
As for when the dishes were supposed to be brought on, Michael didn't mention that, either. However, under normal circumstances, such a serious conference should be held in a format where discussion took place during the meal.
Are they going to fight? Amy sat on a stool behind the counter with Ugly Duckling in her lap, and she supported her chin with her hands as she looked at all of the people sitting in the restaurant with curiosity on her face.
Mag walked into the kitchen, and continued to prepare ingredients. Giant dragons and demons were most likely all massive eaters, and 300,000 copper coins had been issued to him already, so he had to make sure that there was enough food for everyone.
"This restaurant is quite interesting. This mural of the Demon Islands is not bad; it's roughly identical to the Demon Islands on the map." Dracula turned to the wallpaper beside him with a relaxed expression. His gaze then fell on the three dragons, upon which he pursed his lips with disdain, and said, "You dragons sure are shameless. Following the conclusion of the war among species, we signed a treaty stating that our species have joint ownership of the Boundless Sea Realm. Whoever discovers something in that region first gets to keep it, but you dragons suddenly attacked a fleet of our ships, causing the entire fleet to sink, thus resulting in this small-scale war. You have to give us a proper explanation for that!"
"Nonsense!" Jinx slammed his fist into a table, and yelled, "You demons were the ones who started everything. We don't care too much about the area outside the dragon island, but that doesn't mean that you can approach the dragon island at will! Within the Boundless Sea Realm, there are over 3,600 small islands, all of which belong to the dragon island. Your so-called fishing fleet traveled to the westernmost island that belongs to our dragon race, and claimed it as your territory! They also severely wounded a Blue Dragon that was inhabiting the island, so you were trying to invade the dragon island, and provoked our entire dragon race!"
"Bullsh*t! I went to visit that island, and it's several thousand kilometers away from your dragon island, so it's no longer part of your territory. If any island in the Boundless Sea Realm belongs to your dragon race, then why aren't you claiming the Demon Islands as your territory? That Blue Dragon was the one who started the fight, and, being the idiot that all you dragons are, it tried to take on a whole fleet of demons, only to be crushed by it. It then ran back and cried for reinforcements, wanting to destroy the entire fleet. If you want a fight, then why don't you wait for our reinforcements to arrive as well? We'd be happy to battle you, then!" Tauros' voice was as loud as a foghorn, and his face was flushed red with rage. He slammed his palm into the table, almost cracking it in half as a result.
"So you want a fight? Bring it on! Our dragon race isn't scared! It's your fault for being too slow. We already destroyed the entire fleet before your reinforcements even arrived. If you think that was unfair, then let's have another battle!" The flames on Havid's body erupted, incinerating the table in front of him, as well as the chair in which he was sitting.
The situation suddenly became even tenser, and everyone was glaring at the opposition as if they were preparing for battle.
The conference has only just begun and it's already so intense; they're not going to demolish the whole restaurant, are they? Mag was a little concerned as he looked outside.
However, the city lord's castle had promised compensation for all damage caused to the restaurant. As long as he had enough money, he could just buy everything from the system again.
Yabemiya clenched her fists tightly, and looked at the incinerated table and chair with a pained expression.
"If you would like to battle, then please leave Chaos City right now. I have agreed to host this conference, but that doesn't mean that I'll allow you to do whatever you want. Also, I suggest you take a look at the restaurant's rules first. Damaging furniture will incur costs on your end, and those costs will not be covered by the city lord's castle." Michael flipped open the menu on his table before looking up at the dragons and demons with a solemn expression as he said, "Of course, the city lord's castle has a responsibility to ensure that you pay due compensation to the restaurant."