Chapter 1267

Tempted by such a hefty sum, especially for a race as rare as the elves, someone might well take the risk.

"I know I, I'm starting to miss my clansfolk." Valkyrie Ailin suddenly looked at Lin Cheng with pleading, pitiful eyes, her gaze full of entreaty.

This put Lin Cheng in a bit of a bind.

"There's nothing I can do about it either. How about I have General Ji Xia accompany you back for a trip? Who knows if your old homeland is even still there?"

"I seem to sense the aura of my own kind here. Even though I'm not certain of the other's race—may I stay here and help you? Lin Cheng." Valkyrie Ailin pleaded.

So that was what it was about. Lin Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure, I thought you were just homesick.

"The Divine Tree is my home, and the home of all elves!" Valkyrie Ailin puffed out her cheeks.

"Alright, your home. It'd be nice if the other elves thought the same way." Lin Cheng once again indulgently patted Valkyrie Ailin on the head. Although Valkyrie Ailin was an elf, her height seemed about the same as an ordinary human's.

"As long as I know the Divine Tree still exists, I believe the other elves will surely come."

Faced with the innocence and resolve on Valkyrie Ailin's face, Lin Cheng could only smile it off.

Times have long since changed. Even if the elves learned the Divine Tree had re-emerged, they've grown accustomed to a carefree, wandering life for ten thousand years since leaving the tree. Their attachment to the Divine Tree probably isn't as deep as it once was.

Just like Lin Cheng's father, who didn't much care for the Tut family name—do whatever your abilities allow you to do.

Aiming too high is nothing but a pipe dream.

"Valkyrie Ailin, what would you like to help me with?" Lin Cheng changed the subject and asked about her abilities.

"I know enchanting, and I can make ornaments, and fight, and serve tea and water, and attend to—" By the end, Valkyrie Ailin's little face flushed bright red and drooped down.

But Lin Cheng's mind was still stuck on Valkyrie Ailin saying she knew enchanting.

Suddenly enlightened—right, every elf is an alchemy master.

If it's complete, perhaps he could learn it too, and combine it with the inscription system built into the King System.

"Valkyrie Ailin, can I learn the elven race's inscriptions?"

Even if the inscriptions Valkyrie Ailin knows aren't complete, it doesn't matter—as long as it's inscription knowledge, more is never too much.

You can, but learning it is very complicated—you'd also have to learn the elven language.

"No problem, we have plenty of time."

Everything was ready.

The next day, before dawn, Lin Cheng got up early and personally set up the ribbon-cutting ceremony at the shop entrance. Although the Zaoshigong Society had sent him a complete set of related items, these things really do feel right only when you do them yourself.

After finishing, he went back to the restaurant for breakfast. The joy and delight in his heart made even the simple soy milk, fried dough sticks, and buns before him seem extraordinarily delicious.

General Ji Xia went out for her morning jog as usual, while Miss Qianhui needed Lin Cheng to wake her personally.

"Get up!!! Today's the day the shop opens—still going to slack off?"

Lin Cheng arrived at Miss Qianhui's room and shouted inside.

There didn't seem to be any reaction.

Miss Qianhui's expressions were quite rich—from initial blankness, to puzzlement, gradually to surprise, then embarrassment, and finally explosive rage!

"Sorry to disturb."

Lin Cheng decisively took advantage of the moment before Miss Qianhui reacted and left the room, considerately closing the door behind her.

Before he'd gotten far, an earth-shattering roar erupted from behind!!

"Aaaah… you bastard, Lin Cheng!"

"That really is terrifying."

Lin Cheng felt lucky he'd run fast, or he might have been killed on the spot.

Going downstairs again, the sky was just beginning to brighten—time to head to the shop.

Someone might come to deliver gifts and the like.

Lin Cheng had been doing publicity at the Zaoshigong Society for so long that, if not a hundred percent, then ninety-nine percent of forgers knew his shop was opening today.

Given that, it was perfectly natural for someone to come with an opening gift.

Just as Lin Cheng opened the shop door, it seemed someone had arrived at the entrance behind him.

"Master Lin Cheng, wishing you great fortune on your opening… a small, modest gift, please accept it."

"Who are you?"

Lin Cheng turned around and saw four burly men jointly carrying a chest. The one at the front seemed to be a butler, wearing a kindly smile and waving his hand—he appeared to be the one who had greeted him earlier.

"My lord learned that Master Lin Cheng is opening for great fortune today, and specially sent me to deliver a modest gift. If Master would honor us with a small gathering at the restaurant, that would be wonderful."

"If you're busy with matters today, tomorrow wouldn't be out of the question either."

Today was Lin Cheng's official opening day, and the other party had clearly taken that into account. But right now he had plenty of time for a brief gathering at the restaurant—the auspicious hour was still one hour away. As for where the restaurant was?

Lin Cheng knew perfectly well—the Flying Fox Restaurant was the only one nearby. The other party called themselves a lord yet stayed in a small place like this; they couldn't be ordinary.

After some thought, he agreed to go.

"Alright, while it's still early, let me go see just who your lord is."

Out of curiosity, and out of a desire to gather intelligence.

Since they call themselves a lord, their status can't be insignificant.