10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

"Himakun... No, is it for one gold coin..."

"Yeah, I am. But if I can make something that is in Eugene's knowledge, I think I can take it back soon. Of course, after splitting it with Eugene."

"Ha ha... Really..."

Eugene, barely under pressure by the thoughts of pedestrian Kevin. For a human being who has never been in society, there may be no choice. I still have more than one piece of gold in my bank account.

"I seem to have made you a little nervous, and let's talk about this world again after tomorrow, about the knowledge you want. If you don't think it's a big deal, Eugene will be relieved."

"Wow, I get it..."

Instead, it gets better and harder, Eugene.

Instead of supplies and information in this world, give Eugene's knowledge.

If Kevin can make that, he decides to distribute the profit and sell it out.

In other words, it is no exaggeration to say at what level Kevin is going to be asked and what he can teach will shape the fate of Eugene in the future.

It is also natural to be nervous.

"Eugene, you don't have to be so hard. It's an opportunity, but I haven't asked for anything big from the start. Listen to me at ease for a moment."

Oh, and Eugene speaking only of raw replies. I can't seem to get nervous.

"Mr. Eugene. This is what I wanted you to do, to sell the villages around. … saving food. Don't you know how to make that?

"Preserved food, is it? Like the hard bread before this, or the dried meat?

"Yeah, that's right. It's the best thing you can carry, but if you can store it for a long time, you don't have to carry it. I want to sell it to pedestrians like me and adventurers like them, but I also want to sell it to the winter countryside."

Eugene is a little distracted by the fact that he was asked for close knowledge in addition to his thoughts as he stood.

"Save the food…. Some come to mind......"

"Ooh! Ooh! Really!

I hear that word, and I get a full grin, Kevin. Continue the words further.

"No, when you're doing business, you naturally eat a lot of preserved food. I was tired of it. Whoa, yeah, I'll tell Eugene about the preserved food you can buy in the city of Plumier and the villages around you first! Little by little, but I'll give it to you, so tell me what else Eugene knows! Oh, yes, I will also give you paper, pen and ink, so if you know how to make this, I'd appreciate it if you could write something like this."

Surprised by Kevin, who talks in momentum, Eugene receives the coarse plant paper and pen and ink offered first.

Kevin, who handed it over, just spreads the rug to the ground and puts a preserved meal on top of it to begin explaining.

"First of all, that's a tightly baked bread you gave Eugene the other day. This is the staple food for business trips and journeys. Anyway, this is sturdy. I don't mind two meals a meal, but if this goes on for three days, it's coming to my chin. The main reason the pedestrian decides to retire is because, by and large, they will have weak teeth and will not be able to eat this hard bread."

Laughing at Nico, Kevin stares at the tough bread in his hand, hatefully only in his eyes. He is a clever man.

"Heh, is that why pedestrians retire..."

"No, I'm just kidding."

Eugene exposing Pocan and dumb surfaces. I didn't seem to expect Kevin to make a joke at this time.

"Then dried meat. This is tough and soggy again. If I had a water field, I would boil it in a pan and turn it into soup, but if I did, it wouldn't taste good. You can't even have that luxury without a water field. This will be strong enough to last longer."

That said, Kevin takes the dried meat that Eugene also tasted during his last visit. Nevertheless his eyes stare at the dried meat in his hand, and he still slaps it on the ground.

"Oh, really..."

Eugene freaks out a little on Kevin's sword screen. The question arises as to whether he would have been this person. But appetite is three great desires. As a merchant, the smell of preserved food is a curse everywhere.

"Is this the first time you've seen Eugene as well from here? I'll give it to you, so taste it right later. This is the fish dried. It comes from a sea far away, so only those dried by the kachikachi can be obtained. They say it tastes delicious in half your life when you're close to the sea. Then it's the same sea product, dried seapillars. I can do a delicious soup with this, but it won't help without a water field. It's more expensive. If you want to go somewhere with a water field nearby, it's both a great food preserver..."

is, uh, a weak voice, Eugene. Eugene is no longer an associative machine.

"Then, salted vegetables, pickled vinegar, right? Just like dried meat, the longer it can be stored, the softer and sourer it becomes. Where there's no water? It sucks. It keeps salt and sour in your mouth all the time. I don't mind if it tastes thin or early. If you do that, your preservativeness will diminish. It sucks."

Kevin seems to have gained more and more momentum. Is it horrible even if it's a physical experience?

"And these are the winning pieces, aren't they? It's all kinds of nuts, then jams with boiled fruit juice, and honey. Taste isn't tasty or bad around here, but my belly doesn't swell. Plus jams and honey are tough because they want bugs. I usually carry it in a small earthen bottle with a wooden lid, but when I used to carry it as a product, it cracked...... It was a catastrophe..."

Kevin talks to past failures with a distant eye.

"Finally...... Mr. Eugene, please keep your nose pinched. Step back a little. Yes, that would be fine. I'll go..."

Kevin with a small wooden barrel on the ground draws Eugene's attention with a serious face. Pinch your nose as you're told, and back off, Eugene.

Kevin distances himself as far as possible from that little wooden barrel, reaches all over him, and waves down the hammer to the lid.

Bush!

It has a creepy sound and a bad smell around it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Did you smell a strange odor? Cottaro jumped out of the house saying he was diving through a door for dogs. but they don't come this close while standing in front of the front door.

What the hell is this? It's so creepy, I just bark.

Eugene turns to the little wooden barrel with tears in her eyes at the intense odor.

faint, I see fish soaked in liquid.

"Mr. Kevin, what is this... It smells so bad..."

"This is also a preserved food. Salted fish, huh? It stinks. It just stinks. That's more or less the preserved food you get around here. Do you understand, Eugene, the suffering of this pedestrian. But, you know, we still do business. While eating an unsavory meal. It's also for a living, but the villagers can't do it without us. Especially the villages on this border will be gone in no time. I'm proud to do business with you. But, but... but can I have some delicious rice! That's how much you wanted it!

"Ha ha..."

Pinch your nose, on the contrary, hold your mouth too, and hit Kevin with tears, Eugene. I don't even know what Kevin is saying, but now I want you to just dispose of that barrel, Eugene's head was full of that thought.

"You made it a preserved meal first, and that's why I think... Because if you sell new products, neither the Chamber of Commerce nor the pedestrians will be around the enemy. Instead, you'll be on my side. Well, we'll do everything we can to find out how to make it. And then people who are making preserved food nowadays won't get around to their enemies if you think about who to make them where, how much to make them, and how much to sell them for. You can either make a new product or sell it as a luxury preserved food by reducing the amount. It's a choice I've been thinking about."

"Ah... yes... By the way, it's time for the..."

Kevin's words barely came into Eugene's head when he was hit by the smell. And word of despair comes into Eugene's ear, where he tried to squeeze courage and ask Kevin to dispose of the wooden barrel.

"Ah, Mr. Eugene. Taste this, too."

Eugene consolidates in the death sentence announced by Kevin.

Around, one, one, one, one! And, only the sound of a cottage roar echoes.

Tell Kevin what you know about preserved foods that are not in this world.

The knowledge to be given to Kevin first was to be determined, as was the dinner of despair.

Of course, exclusively for Eugene.