The Archmages Restaurant Novels & Stories

Novices and Fire Mages sat around eight large tables in the dining hall. All kinds of meats seasoned with garlic, rosemary, mustard seeds and other spices had been prepared by the mages and novices in charge of the kitchen. Sauces, mashed potatoes, green beans and mushrooms cooked in butter were placed on big, round plates next to the meat. Decanters and pitches with wine and other beverages were within arm’s reach. Rhobart, Ayla, and Milton sat at the same table as the Arch-Mage, the twins were yet to arrive. Kerra was lying at Rhobart’s feet, chewing a bone.

I shrugged my shoulders at him and ignored his death stare. We got out of the car and entered the restaurant and I was right it wasn't as classy. It was simple yet pretty, each table had a different colored tablecloth. It was like a pastel kind of theme. There were flowers in a small vase on each table color-coded to the tablecloth. It also matched the name of the restaurant “Pastel Arch”. I stared at the menu and was satisfied with the amount of actual good food there was. The other restaurant had a lot of seafood and foods that were very expensive and not really my type of food.

The closer I get to the New City, somehow, I wasn’t able to do I work right, thanks to all the distractions. After knowing those that were lining up outside my gate is actually,3 of the leaders of a nations, stopped me from finishing my work fast. Instead right now, I am inside the same dining room I just left a few dozen minutes ago, but these time with another different company. Sitting right before me, at the same table, is Queen Duchess Angela, King Sebastian and also the old Great Archmage Lodwig. All 3 of them were completely different of vibes when they were outside and with their people.

The car trip was smooth, only a few minutes until we pulled up in front of the Rosenfell restaurant, which emitted royalty just by the way its expensive string lights hung in its entry tunnel. “Thank you,” I nodded to the driver, slipping out of the car and onto the pavement in front of the restaurant. People in suits and dresses — none as pretty as mine — lined up at the door, waiting for their turn. But a hostess waved me forward, cutting in front of everyone, and took me straight through the restaurant and to a private area in the back. Oh, this was nice. She led me into a room with a large booth, wine already set out on the table. Archimedes stood, mask on, and held a gloved hand out for

Archi took them to a seafood restaurant which was only a few meters from the beach, the restaurant was quite full—perhaps because of the large number of newcomers and tourists, even though lunch time was past. Archi ordered recommended food from the waiter, namely lobster and fish—which Archi didn't know the name of. Even though it was full, the order didn't take long to come to the table, maybe due to the speed of serving this restaurant was visited by many people. Alarik ate his lobster, even though the boy had never eaten lobster before. It was also the first time Archi saw Alea enjoying her food. The woman looked very happy and calm, different from her mood when she was in the car earlie

Arc didn't understand what was going on so he just looked towards the screen, watching as hearts and what Penelope called emojis glided on it. "You're asking who the mysterious dude beside me is? Well, if you all remember the night of my poor overreaction to a certain runaway waiter. Yes, this is him and I'm proud to announce that he and I are friends. His name is Archer Blackwood and he happens to be a humble indigene of this beautiful town. Ooh, where are we presently?" He tapped his chin as if giving the question a thought. "Where are we right now Archie?" "Don't call me that."

It's called a beach restaurant because it's located at the seaside. When Jimmy arrived at the restaurant, it wasn't quite five minutes, Aurora arrived. They got a table reservation and the siblings ordered drinks. Aurora glanced at her wristwatch, it's twenty minutes more, before Magda arrives. She needs to keep Jimmy busy while waiting for her. He also shouldn't know that Magda is coming. It's going to be a surprise to him when Magda walks in to join them. “You're so impossible, Aurora. Are you treating me to a date now?” He demanded, pouring himself a glass of coffee. He likes his coffee black without sugar.

As expected. Our table was the best in the house—a private booth on an elevated level, overlooking the restaurant but shielded by curved glass and velvet drapes. I sat with my back to the wall, my instincts never allowed me to sit otherwise. Marlo and Mortis positioned themselves a short distance away, close enough to step in if needed. I lit a cigarette even though the rules forbade it, the scent of burning tobacco curling around me like a ghost. And then he entered. Archer Graves.

he added. “Oh! So, you have visited here before?” “No. It's just that ‘Rise Above Dining Restaurant is the best all in the world for its food.” Artemis told her and then ordered the signature dish of the month for both of us. “And I think the main reason that they are the best is that both the owners, who are husband and wife, are a chef by profession.” Caroline nodded her head in acknowledgment. “Look there…” Artemis said, pointing toward something. Caroline looked in the direction where he was pointing to. “They are the couple I’m talking about. Oliver and Rebecca Weasley.”

Not that I care. “We set aside three rooms for you all. We were told Pearl and Amy didn’t mind sharing a room. So, Saph and Tobias, you get your own rooms. In the guest wing, we only have a communal bathroom, which is on the floor above,” Archie explains, pointing to the ceiling. “There is also a lounge area downstairs, with a kitchen, and a freshly stocked pantry. We assigned one of the pack chefs to provide breakfast and dinner each day you all are here,” he continues calmly. This is probably the most professional I’ve seen Archie. Granted, we’ve only had a couple of interactions but, from those few interactions, he doesn’t strike me as a ‘business-first’ kind of guy. “So, I’ll leave ya’s