Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Mag and Luna took a stroll in the sunset light, while Amy and the kitten played and giggled.
Luna told Mag that the decimal system and the multiplication table had made quite a splash among the mathematicians in Rodu. They were trying to verify their validity. They were using the decimal system too, but only for currency.
The Roth Empire mainly used the sexagesimal system, while the elves adopted vigesimal system.
They considered the decimal system too plex, so it had never got popular.
But now, everything could be changed. By memorizing the times table, even a child could do multiplication easily.
It used to be extremely difficult to do the multiplication of three-digit numbers, but now they might have found a much easier way.
Still, some people were more reluctant to embrace the decimal system than others. They preferred the old way, the traditional way. They were unwilling to change.
Mag smiled as he listened to Luna.
Luna stopped and looked at Mag solemnly. “Actually, I intended to e over to your place today. My grandfather wants you to go to Rodu to explain the multiplication table. He needs your help to convince others that it’s valid.”
“Thank you, but I’m afraid I can’t leave my business behind.” Mag looked off to the peace statue on which perched two doves. It stood in the middle of the square. “I was meant to bee a cook.”
Luna looked at Mag; his hair was full of sunlight. He’s a talented mathematician, but he’s also a genius cook. “I’m sorry for having made such a forward request.”
“There is nothing to be sorry for. I have great admiration for your grandfather, and I’m always willing to help. He could write to me if he had any questions.” The system would never allow me to leave; besides, Rodu is a dangerous place for me.
Luna’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Mag. I’ll be sure to tell him.”
They strolled on. Mag thought she would ask him to help the children, but she never did, which made Mag think even more highly of her.
It got darker. Luna took her leave, and Mag started back with Amy. On their way back, they passed by several magic screens being installed by some workers.
Mag took a look at them, suddenly excited. They must be for the petition. I’ll show them what I’m made of.
Several customers were looking at the notice on the doorframe. When they saw Mag and Amy, they asked if they were all right.
Mag was touched by their concern. “Thank you. We’re okay. The criminals got arrested by the Gray Temple. The restaurant has been damaged a little, but we’ll still be able to open tomorrow.”
“I have taught them a lesson with my fireballs,” said Amy.
The crowd laughed.
“We haven’t eaten, Mag. Would you please make something for us to eat? We can’t wait to try the new dish,” a bald man said, smiling.
“Sorry, but the incident today was a terrible blow to me. I’m in no mood to cook right now, so please e back tomorrow,” Mag said, and went into the house with Amy.
The customers exchanged a look.
“We should be sensitive. He’s going through a hard time. I heard a dozen thugs almost tore this place apart, and there was a big explosion. They didn’t stop until the Gray Temple came,” said a lean old man.
“That’s horrible! We should give him time and e back tomorrow.”
Then the crowd dispersed.
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