A figure was leaning on the tree, looking as though he was spying on him.

This figure had been here for a while, and his unprofessional stalking quickly caused Mag to notice him.

He was wearing a full set of black clothes in broad daylight and even had a cap on. All he was lacking was the four words “I am a spy” written on his forehead.

An enemy? Or is he eyeing me to make some money? Mag raised his brow. He could sense that the person was a human around 6th-tier, and he obviously came for him.

Mag could not deduce anything, as there was too little information.

The man in black stood behind the tree for quite a while before he pressed his cap down and turned to leave.

Mag thought for a while and decided not to follow him.

The power of a 6th-tier could not even get past the restaurant’s automatic defense system, so he was not much of a threat.

Since he came to spy in the day, he would most likely take action at night. Mag decided to wait till nightfall to find out what exactly he was up to.

…

In a deserted alley, three men in black clothing and black caps gathered. There was a tall and thin man, a short and fat man, and a lean and muscular man.

“Boss, are you really done spying? We are aiming to make a huge profit. As long as we succeed, the three of us will not have anything to worry about anymore,” the thin man said.

“Nonsense, when did anything go wrong when I am the one on the job? As long as fatty’s information about the restaurant having a magical tool that could automatically make delicious grilled fish is correct, we will definitely succeed tonight,” Colby said with a confident smile.

“It’s definitely correct. I saw the owner taking out delicious grilled fishes from that black magical tool with my own eyes!” The fatty nodded with certainty. He smiled schemingly, and said, “The fish was superb, and each fish was sold at 2500 copper coins, yet there were so many people ordering it. As long as we can get our hands on that magical tool, in the future, all we need to do is lie down and collect the money. On top of that, we can still have delicious grilled fish every day.”

“You’re already a ball of fat, and all you can think of is still eating.” Colby slapped the fatty’s head and smiled. “When I am rich, I want to drink the strongest alcohol and ride the wildest woman!”

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“One, two, three…”

When the afternoon operating hours were over, Mag saw Gina counting mud casings happily in the corner. He could not help but ask, “Gina, why are you keeping so many mud casings? You can’t possibly eat so many of them even if you were to have it for supper too?”

Gina stared at Mag for a while before she understood his question. She pointed at the mud casings and then at her mouth, and waved her hands to indicate that it was not for her. Then, she motioned out her tail, and said, “Me, people, they, eat.”

Mag took quite some time before he understood Gina. So Gina was keeping these mud casings for the merfolk just like her. It seemed like she wanted them to have the ability to breathe on land.

However, Gina could not even clearly say where she was from, and she did not even know where her home was. No matter how many mud casings she collected, she most probably would not be able to give them to her people.

Besides, what Mag was curious about was something else: wasn’t the merfolk living well under the sea?

There were no disputes over land, and they led a life of freedom with countless number of fishes to eat. Why would they want to come out on land to vie for survival space with the other species?

“Big Sister Gina cannot speak or write, but she can draw. Why don’t you let her draw to communicate?”

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Amy walked over with Ugly Duckling in her arms.

“That’s right, that is a good idea.” Mag’s eyes lit up. He actually did not think of such a simple way. Children could indeed find the simplest and most effective way.

“Gina, draw out what you want to tell me.” Mag passed Gina a piece of paper and a pen, and then he motioned his message to her.

Body language could help them with basic everyday conversations, but complicated dialogue was plainly impossible since different species had different worldviews.

Gina’s eyes lit up when she saw the pen and paper. She picked up the pen clumsily, and quickly learned how to control her strength to draw lines on the paper without breaking the pen or tearing the paper under Mag’s guidance.

Gina sat by a table, and everyone in the restaurant crowded around curiously.

Everyone was curious about Gina’s background, but because they could not properly communicate verbally with her, they could not figure out where she came from, and why she came even after so many days had passed.

Gina thought for a while and started drawing.

Very quickly, merfolk with a human body and a fish tail started appearing on the paper. They formed a circle around an elevated platform that appeared to be an altar. At the center of the altar stood an old merfolk with a long robe. He seemed to be hosting some solemn and secretive ceremony.

Although it was her first time drawing on paper, Gina was surprisingly good at it. She might have left out some details because of the speed she drew at, but the simple lines could still deliver the solemn atmosphere at the ceremony with all the merfolk.

“There are so many mermaids. What are they doing? Are they praying for food to fall from the sky?” Amy sat kneeling on a chair and was filled with questions when she saw the drawing.

“It does look like a huge tribe of Merfolk.” Mag pondered. Although there were only a few merfolks drawn on paper, there were a lot of wavy lines that probably represented a large crowd of merfolk.

Gina did not explain, and quickly went on to her second drawing.

A ray of light appeared above the altar, and a projection appeared in the sky. The merfolk all wore a surprised expression.

“Could it be a revelation?”

Elizabeth gasped softly in disbelief.

“A revelation?” Everyone looked at Elizabeth curiously.

“What’s that, Big Sister Elizabeth?” Amy asked.

“It was said that there were Supreme Gods living about the Norland Continent. The different races pray to different gods. The elves pray to the God of Life, the forest trolls pray to the God of Strength, the orcs pray to the God of Totem… No one had seen the gods, but there would be occasional revelations, so many still believe the existence of gods,” Elizabeth explained.

Gina could not understand their conversation, so she did not explain further. She moved on to the next drawing.

The chaotic images paused on an image of a restaurant, with a young man standing in front of it, appearing on the revelation.

“Isn’t that Father? And our restaurant!” Amy exclaimed softly.

Everyone was also shocked when they saw the drawing.

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“Isn’t it just a slideshow? What’s the fuss about?” the system muttered.