Adventurer's Guild Café: I Was Wrongfully Exiled by the Saint, So I Will Enjoy My Second Life with My Fluffy Friends - Chapter 3V 2.1 .2 - Third Layer: Teleportation Magic Technique

He was just an ordinary high school student—until he traveled to the Marvel Universe and became a bounty hunter...What? You need money to unlock abilities?Blaine: “Tony Stark, have you thought about your last words? Someone paid three million to have you killed.”Tony Stark: “Three million? That’s it? I’ve spent more on shawarma. I’ll pay five million—let me go!”Blaine: “Huh? I’m a bounty hunter. I have professional ethics!”Tony Stark: “Fifty million! Come on, bounty hunter—cut me some slack!”Blaine: “...Deal. See you next time, Mr. Stark.”In this world, there’s nothing that money can’t solve.If one billion isn’t enough, then two billion. If two isn’t enough—ten billion, hundreds of billions, trillions, endless trillions!Not my story. TranslationIf you want to support me. My pat*eon Id is--> pat*eon.com/Lord_Immortal_0170Or you feel like tipping me for my hardwork you can do so on Ko*fi --> ko-fi.com/lord_immortal_0170

There is a very strange restaurant in the City of Sin.Elves and dwarves must share a table, orcs are strangely well behaved, dragons are only welcomed on the small square in front of the restaurant, and the demons must bring their own stool.This strange restaurant with their strange rules continuous to attract a long line of customers.“This place serves the best food! The chef of this restaurant is a genius!” Some of the guests in the restaurant left glowing reviews. But these guests have a word of warning for other guests, “No matter what you do, never, never attempt to kidnap the boss or try to ‘eat and run’. You will die.”A cute little girl stood near the door, and demanded in her tiny voice, “You have eaten the food, now pay up, or I will beat you to death.” The five-meter tall dragon suddenly felt a chill running up its spine.

Elara was not a nosy person, but something about her supposedly perfect boss helplessly weeping at night in an empty office triggered her curiosity.Mr. Terrence, her boss, was the ideal image of perfection: powerful, rich, and amiable. There had not been a single flaw in him until the day she saw the crack in his mask.Not only was he not the dominant figure she had assumed, but he was also clingy, sweet, and... wasn’t this the ideal puppy boyfriend?! How was this possible? Her boss was actually a secret softie!Follow Elara as she navigates the chaotic relationship with her 'perfect' boss, filled with nothing but surprises!