Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 298 : Big... Bird?

"Do you know what happened there?" Ned asked as he took the two baskets.

"Some big shots are here," Apollo replied. He peered through the glass door and noticed the staff decorating the restaurant while simultaneously serving customers. "You guys are preparing for it."

"Oh? That must be why Boss Filly is so strict right now," Ned said, his expression lighting up with realization.

When they arrived to start work earlier, Filly had emphasized the need for extra diligence. Some of the staff had even been tasked with decorating the place to her exact specifications. The second floor, usually reserved for the workers, had been extravagantly adorned as well.

Cleanliness was now a top priority, with everyone ensuring the restaurant was spotless.

As Apollo observed the activity, his eyes met those of the restaurant owner. The moment Filly saw him, she hurried over in their direction.

The door opened, and Filly stepped out, smiling warmly.

"Hello, Mr. Beggar," she greeted.

"Hello," Apollo nodded. Noticing the sweat on Filly's forehead, he chuckled lightly. "You seem busy."

"Haha," Filly let out a bitter laugh. "My father said important figures are coming to the city, so we need to leave a good impression. I think he's planning to bring them here."

"That sounds like a good idea. If they like the food here—and I'm sure they will—your restaurant and reputation will soar. It'll be great for business," Apollo said.

"We think so too," Filly agreed.

"Where's Gail?" Apollo asked, noticing the absence of her usual companion.

"She's back at school, waiting for the visitors with the other students," Filly replied.

"Oh, I see." Apollo nodded, then gestured with his hand. Don stepped forward from behind him. "By the way, this is my disciple, Don."

"Hello," Don said, bowing with a cupped fist in front of him.

"Disciple?" Filly's eyes widened in surprise. Mr. Beggar has a disciple? She stared at the boy with amazement and newfound respect. "Hello, Disciple Don. I'm Filly Kleinford. If you ever need anything, just come to me or anyone under my employ. They'll assist you with all their heart."

"R-really?" Don's eyes widened in shock. Of course, he knew about the Kleinford Family, one of the Great Families of the city and a renowned name.

The woman in front of him was none other than the daughter of Nathan Kleinford, the family head. Hearing such words directly from her was beyond anything he could have imagined.

Filly Kleinford just said that to me?!

Tears welled up in Don's eyes as he grew emotional. In that moment, he realized that becoming a cultivator was truly worth it. Even the daughter of the Kleinford Family was showing him such respect!

Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, Don wiped away his tears. With a smile, he nodded and began to reply. "I wil—"

Before he could finish, a hand slapped the back of his head, nearly sending him crashing to the ground.

Pain shot through his skull as he struggled to regain his balance. Looking up, he saw his master glaring at him.

Like a scolded puppy, Don took a step back, tears streaming down his face anew.

"Haha, don't mind him," Apollo said to Filly with a chuckle. He knew exactly what his disciple was thinking but had no intention of letting Don grow arrogant over a mere scrap of cultivation.

If Don got used to people constantly pleasing him, Apollo wouldn't be surprised if his disciple ended up with a Young Master Syndrome.

"Haha, his status is higher than mine, to be honest," Filly said, flashing an amiable smile. She wasn't saying this to flatter the beggar in front of her but because she genuinely thought it appropriate.

Filly already knew what had happened at the Mayor's manor. According to her father, Mr. Beggar was the primary contributor to the Demon's defeat. Though her father didn't openly admit it, he could never deny that Mr. Yoma was an exceptionally strong individual, perhaps even his equal—or stronger.

"No, no," Apollo shook his head, casting a glance at his disciple, whose eyes sparkled with excitement after hearing Filly's words. Apollo's glare, however, made Don immediately lower his head. "His status is lower than a commoner's—he's a beggar. Just like me, he's a beggar."

"Oh, I see," Filly nodded as understanding dawned on her face. A beggar… so he's training his disciple to follow in his footsteps. It wasn't surprising, considering that Mr. Yoma was a 'Wanderer' pretending to be a beggar.

"Anyway, hopefully the visitors will like your food," Apollo said.

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"If it comes from you, they will," Filly replied with a warm smile.

"Hahaha," Apollo laughed, shaking his head as he waved his hand. "We'll be on our way, then."

"Goodbye," Filly waved back. In an instant, Mr. Yoma and his disciple, Don, disappeared, leaving no trace of their presence.

"Wow," Ned exclaimed in excitement, unable to contain himself.

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Holding the kid in his arm, Apollo flew to the rooftop of Filly's restaurant, their bodies concealed by a watery film derived from the Hydra Mirage.

As soon as they landed, Apollo whistled, and his Water-Attributed Falcon appeared from the beggar spot.

The bird quickly returned to its original size, growing to two meters in an instant.

Bluetooth rubbed its head affectionately against its master.

Apollo chuckled before leaping onto its back. "Hop on," he said, turning to his disciple, who was staring wide-eyed at the falcon.

"Th-this… Master… your bird is actually… big?" Don stammered, his face filled with disbelief. He would never have guessed that the little blue bird fluttering around the restaurant corner was actually a giant falcon!

"Do you even hear yourself?" Apollo asked, his face a mix of exasperation and amusement. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If anyone overheard Don's words without context, they'd definitely get the wrong idea!

"What did I say?" Don pondered aloud, his eyes still glued to the enormous bird. "Your bird is actually b–"

"Stop! Stop! Just get on, or I swear to whoever's above us, you'll walk from here!" Apollo shouted in frustration.

"Sorry, Master," Don quickly apologized before scrambling onto the falcon's back.

"Hold on," Apollo reminded him. He then tapped Bluetooth's head a few times, signaling the bird to take flight.

Bluetooth let out a sharp shriek and, with a powerful flap of its wings, launched them into the sky.

"Ahh!" Don screamed in terror, clutching desperately at the falcon's feathers as his small figure dangled wildly in the intense wind.