All-around teacher at the magic academy

"Make way, make way!" The restaurant manager's urgent yet authoritative voice came from behind the crowd.

He was wearing a sharp suit, and beads of sweat were visible on his forehead, indicating that he had rushed over from the office.

He forced his way through the crowded throng, repeating the same phrase over and over as he walked.

The noise from the crowd gradually subsided, and everyone turned to look at the manager before consciously making way for him.

This path, like a river in the crowd, allowed the manager to quickly move towards the center of the accident.

Regardless of the situation, he still needed to calm the crowd down first, since the other party was a magician, and he had already sent someone to report the incident to the police.

If a conflict were to break out with the other party before law enforcement arrives, there would inevitably be many casualties on our side even if law enforcement arrives. Therefore, the best course of action right now is to quell that person's anger first.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know if this waitress did anything to make you uncomfortable. I apologize and hope you can forgive her ignorance."

The manager strode up to the tall man and greeted him with a broad smile.

His eyes were full of apology, and the upturn of his lips was just right, showing both sincerity and politeness.

After speaking, the manager turned to look at the injured waiter kneeling on the ground. The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a barely perceptible look of disdain.

He said coldly, "Hurry up and apologize to this guest." The sternness in his tone sent a chill down the spines of everyone else present.

Upon hearing the manager's words, the waitress disregarded her pain and struggled to stand up. She bent over at a ninety-degree angle, her head almost touching the ground, her voice trembling with tears: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Her body trembled slightly, clearly indicating that she was extremely frightened and aggrieved.

"Get out of here right now!" The manager's voice rose a few decibels, filled with undeniable anger.

His gaze was like a knife, fixed on the waitress as if it were a sin for her to linger for even a second longer.

Hearing the manager's words, the waitress felt relieved. She quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, endured the pain, and hurriedly prepared to leave the scene.

Although her steps were hurried, she remained cautious, afraid of causing any more trouble.

"Huh? Did I say she could leave?" The tall man interrupted the manager rudely, his voice cold and hard, revealing an unquestionable authority. His eyes were indifferent, as if the waitress's life or death was none of his concern.

"Look, her injuries are so serious. She needs to go down for treatment, otherwise she might lose her life if she loses too much blood."

The manager's tone was tinged with anxiety; he was trying to persuade the tall man with logic and empathy.

He knew that if anything happened to the waitress, it would not only threaten her life but also severely damage the restaurant's reputation.

"What does her life have to do with me? She just dirtied my clothes, and I've already been merciful by only burning one of her arms."

The tall man remained unmoved, his tone revealing disdain for the waitress and indifference to his own behavior.

"Yes, yes, look, how about this, how much is this dress of yours? I'll compensate you."

The manager quickly offered a solution, hoping to appease the customer's anger with money.

"You mean I'm the kind of person who's short of that little bit of money?" The tall man glared at the manager, a flash of anger in his eyes. His tone was arrogant, as if he felt insulted by the manager's suggestion.

"Of course not, this is just my apology. After all, it was my people who made a mistake."

The manager quickly smiled apologetically, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead. He knew he had to handle this matter carefully to avoid angering this tall, clearly not ordinary man.

The manager's tone became more humble as he continued, "Please be magnanimous and don't hold an ignorant employee against us. We will handle this matter seriously and ensure that nothing like this happens again. Please tell me what else we can do to make amends for this mistake."

The manager adopted a very humble attitude, knowing that at this time, preserving face and keeping the peace were the best options.

“I originally planned to burn both of her arms, but since you’re going to apologize on her behalf, then I’ll take one of her arms.”

The tall man suddenly chuckled slyly, a cruel glint in his eyes, as if he were enjoying this game of controlling the fate of others.

Upon hearing this, the manager's expression changed. He had initially thought the man in front of him was just trying to cause trouble, but his madness far exceeded his expectations, and this man was now proving to be difficult to deal with.

His heart raced, and sweat began to trickle down his forehead. He knew this request was excessive, but he didn't know how to deal with this man who clearly possessed great strength.

He prayed frantically in his heart, wondering why the law enforcement hadn't arrived yet. In this situation, he felt like a fish on a chopping board, completely at their mercy, and his employees were in even greater danger.

"Are you kidding me?" the manager said with a forced smile, his voice trembling slightly.

He tried to defuse the terrifying suggestion with a lighthearted tone, but even he could hear the fear and unease in his voice.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" The tall man looked at the manager seriously, and the coldness and determination in his eyes made the manager's heart sink to the bottom.

There wasn't a trace of jest in the man's voice; his expression and tone told the manager that he was serious.

As he spoke, the tall man ignited a raging flame in his hand once more. The flame leaped and danced, like a hungry beast eager to devour its prey.

He slowly raised his hand, the flames twisting and deforming in the air, as if to grab the manager's arm.

The manager was immediately alarmed and instinctively jumped back, trying to avoid the deadly flames.

However, no matter how fast he moved, he couldn't outrun magic. His heart pounded in his chest, and sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall.

However, the man in front of her turned extremely gloomy, his eyes showing no mercy, only coldness and ruthlessness.

"I was originally only planning to burn off one of your arms, but now I've changed my mind. You'll lose your life here," the tall man said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion, as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

After saying that, he did not hesitate to control the flames in his hand and attack the manager.

The flames were like a raging fire dragon, baring its fangs and claws, carrying destructive power.

As the flames approached him, despair filled the manager's face; he knew this time he might truly not escape.

At the last moment, he hurriedly and reluctantly closed his eyes, awaiting the judgment of fate.

The surrounding air became scorching hot; he could feel the heat waves from the flames and even smell the scorching sensation of his skin.

Boom! After a loud explosion, the flames that were about to engulf the manager did not burn him as expected. Instead, they exploded in the air, turning into a dazzling ball of sparks.

This sudden change left the manager stunned. He felt no pain, and his fear and tension instantly lessened.

The manager slowly opened his eyes, his hand instinctively reaching up to check his body for burns. Thankfully, he was unharmed. He cautiously looked at the tall man, his heart filled with a mixture of doubt and relief.

The other person didn't look at him; instead, they turned their face to the side and stared sharply at the crowd on the second floor.

The manager followed the man's gaze and looked in that direction. He saw a young man standing in the crowd, with traces of water elemental magic still lingering in his hands.