Slave boy Lutz had a dream. It's about creating dishes that make 10,000 people weep with their own hands.
Lutz takes the liberty of thinking that food is everything. Everything I've ever eaten is reshaping to create who I am today - it can be meat, wheat, cow's milk. The whole thing doesn't look like its own skin at all, but eating it, that's all it takes to become its own body. There is no reason not to feel strange and mysterious about the act of food.
I bet you'd be happy if the food was delicious. Lutz takes that for granted.
I should be able to cook, too.
For Lutz, who cannot read the letters and is inferior to a man of the same age in body, there are too many shortages to have his head and body served as slaves. It was Lutz that cheap slaves, at best, would only be heads of personnel.
But instead, Lutz had a taste.
Lutz, who solves more flavors than people, is quickly found to have a culinary talent. Slaver Miloir gave Lutz a special advantage and taught us the basics of cooking in this world.
Having learned all about it, Lutz will be served straight to the Oasis Street restaurant, where he still works.
- It should have been.
(Why can't I cook)
Only dishwashing chores and the task of purchasing ingredients can be made daily behind the kitchen in Oasis Street. To be honest, it was completely different from what Lutz thought it would be. Lutz isn't even allowed to cook in the first place.
I realized right away. Lutz is not just a slave, he is the demon tribe that draws the blood of the meanest demon orc. It's not something I know what's in it, like a dish made of dirty oak, and I can't eat it.
(But until you admit it, I'm gonna keep trying here.)
The reality poked at by so determined Lutz was heartless.
Just a word, dismissed, and.
"Your husband. I'm talking about revenue and expenditure, okay?
Hetty with the books in her hand, grinning and smiling. Is it because of the slightest risk in that voice?
Or is it too much to wear, even though she's been making a mysterious push to say, "What did Ariosh Ong want me to spend all my money on, you're free to spend it on," and all she feels is malice? No, you only feel malicious.
It is true that she was mentioned by Arioche Ong to the effect that 'I want the money floated in tax evasion to be used up as much as possible'. So no matter how you spend that floating amount of money, it's not dark behind you, it's supposed to be.
I answered with some vigilance.
"I don't mind. I just wanted to talk about it."
"Well, that's odd."
An unhappy adventure.
Somehow I recall the word frog stared at by a snake. I'd rather go home than be a frog. No, this is where I'm going home.
"So, how many nights did it take to play that night?"
…… I wrote it on my books. "
"Sorry, I didn't know which number it was"
"Need I say it here?
Well, I couldn't help but laugh that way. Apparently Hetty has something to say about me playing with Kathy that night.
So as a small vengeance, let me ask you how much it cost in front of the little ones here now.
What did you come up with? This guy.
Moreover, the effect was surface. I didn't miss the tiny threesome of ears that were supposed to be focused on cleaning moving for a moment and my hands solidified for a moment.
You guys, you eat too much into this story.
…… Assholes. They decided to pay me for my birth. "
"There's no way, is there? I told you I wrote it on the books."
…… You're a nasty bitch. "
"Ugh, they say that a lot"
What the hell is this?
What is this situation?
I've never had, and I don't want to have, any experience of being forced to confess the price of sex in front of four women.
At times like this, I can only tell the story.
"... Hetty, would you like to discuss the future management of 'Talent Consultant Mitsuji'?
"Yeah, well, hey, we just wanted to discuss some unknown money (...)"
Hetty, making a shin and laughing, was colorful - unhappy colorful. I felt told that I wouldn't let them get away with it in the dark, and I had to laugh.
Well, it's true that we actually wanted to talk about future management.
Specifically, we're talking about funds, requests from merchant guilds, and the results of letter sales.
They were all stories I wanted to keep in Hetty's ear for once.
"No, actually, seriously, it's time to put something in your ear"
"Oh, yeah?
"I can't stand three or so."
"... So, what are we talking about?
"Well, let's start by talking about earning prospects"
The first topic I cut out was the talk of funds. Specifically, it's the end of the balance of payments story about making the slaves debut as adventurers.
"35 1/2 gold coins in total with income prospects"
"Three and a half?
"The breakdown is eight pieces for Meena and Cayenne, and six and a half pieces for Knoll, Eric and Usso. They paid me a little bit of this price from their earnings as adventurers, and they bought it up when they reached the amount of their own slave contract."
The three Knoll, Eric and Usso are battle slaves who tried to make the adventurer debut at the same time as Cayenne. They can all fight quite well, and I'm sure they'll pay it off in two years.
"... are you sure? I think they're all slaves worth more than ten gold coins. Probably all of them with swordsmanship or protection."
She points it out as she looks back. Concerns are best, and normally ten gold coins are worth more than normal in this world if you are a sheltered slave. If you're about Cayenne, if you suck, you want to buy even 30 gold coins, and if you're at Meena, you might get 100 gold coins with a combination of Jitsu Lv.4, Dance Lv.3, and appearance beauty.
"Oh."
But I don't think I mind letting it go at a cheap price. Because you're going to give me something more valuable than money.
For example, one of the contracts I signed with them is to have them auditioned in front of this "Talent Consultant Mitsuji" store. You ask them to train my store's combat slaves once a week or four times a month. Because I don't have to call a sword teacher or something as a cost for that, I think this benefit is relatively significant.
No, let me tell you something, I don't have to ask these guys to teach me with my appraisal skills, and I can if I train the worst remaining combat slaves myself, but what I dare to call them for is a combined publicity effect.
I think they'll soon be famous as adventurers. It's only like intuition, but you're working out so much to protect your skills, so unless you hit it bad, you should raise your name as an adventurer.
The publicity effect is not something you get inside, no matter how much money you have.
"I'm going to ask them to give it back to me with their own hands. I'm counting on the publicity."
"... I can't have people in weird places at all anymore. Are you willing to make a profit?"
While I felt Hetty's gaze in the eyes of Jito, I explained, "I'm not a good person."
I certainly intend to make a profit.
But it's a waste of time to find someone who can buy the Knolls for more than ten gold coins, or to keep waiting for those customers to come. If it wasn't just after I replaced him, or if "Talent Consultant Mitsuji" had become famous, I might have had that option.
Beyond being an anonymous store, I have a proven track record of doing anything first. I don't even know if I'm coming. I'd rather wait for a convenient guest.
Go on, requests from the Merchant Guild.
"Next than that. 'Mysterious' fire in the lumber warehouse, but that sounds like a plain lord in trouble. The request to pick up the Galana tree went to the Merchant Guild, and some of the merchants say they want short-term labor manpower... you know what I mean?
"... that's a terrible story about what's a mystery."
Hetty was smiling bitterly. A mysterious fire. Because there is no proof of who did it.
"In the meantime, do we have a short-term workforce? I'll see to it the right personnel."
When I say this, Hetty has a good response that sounds like if she hits it. You know exactly what I want.
"Oh. Even as a lumberjack, you'd want to keep the cost lower than asking an adventurer for manpower, or buying a slave. That's why you've been counting on me."
"When you entered the Merchant Alliance, you had an unexpected connection."
"Oh. Maybe I'll be ordering a few short-term assignments like this, for a while"
Well, let me tell you about my personal selfishness, this assignment is not much of a job I'd be happy to do. First of all, contingent work is less profitable, and there is a risk of cutting back on the willingness to buy slaves if you are going to be able to do your job on assignment.
It's just like making a dime or connecting to food support, or a service to sell faces to merchants called "hauliers" who carry lumber this time around.
Well, the worst case scenario, "zero income", could have been avoided.
Last letter.
"Well, next up is the result of the letter sales" I had some really unfortunate results. "The effect is zero. Marc's expert nobles didn't seem to want to buy slaves for a while now. This is a little shocking."
"Oh."
"Well, selling slaves to the nobles wasn't expected to be that much from the beginning. Where I couldn't sell it to them, it's no good reason to stop selling letters. Another time, I'm going to write to you about the change of season or something."
"Yes..."
Only for a moment, the shadow seemed flickering in her expression, but it was instantly reversing "Well, I can't help it," as I thought it was my fault. It's not Hetty's fault, of course, I think it was simply not a good time. I was a little worried, but I decided to keep talking.
"So I'm thinking about asking Hetty to write to me again in a while"
"That's a rough crowd."
"You don't like that?
Well, if you keep talking to Hetty like this, you'll forget about the unknown money, won't you? Something's going to keep me in the mood, and I'm starting to feel like I should.
At that time, from outside, Meena's "I'm home now!" I heard a voice. I had a lot of shopping baggage in my hands that I was asking for.
I can also see the slaves behind them carrying milk and water. I guess it means she bought it safely.
"Lord, I'm done using it. It's water pumping and goat's milk and dating to Oasis Street."
"Oh, thank you for your hard work"
"Yes, please! I've been looking at it like this for a while. How about that?
"Oh, let me see"
Seeing the hemp bag she offered me, I first checked the quality lightly with my appraisal skills, but there was nothing of that poor quality. For this minute, I won't have a problem leaving the shopping to Meena next time.
"Thanks Meena. It all feels good. If it's this minute, I'll leave it to Meena."
"Oh, yes, I understand -"
"Spear audition next."
"Yes! I'll do my best! Now that I'm dressed for training, I'll put on an audition."
That's what I'm saying. I'm heading straight to the warehouse, Meena. Currently we also manage slave clothes in the warehouse, little by little, but we are increasing the variety of clothes. It's just that the clothes are expensive, so I'm really gradually buying more.
"Hey," he mutters to Hetty as he sees Meena leave. "It's like he's totally unwilling to make his adventurer debut. This is how you do my chores every day, spear archery, like,"
"Hehe, then I'm forced to order?
"No, let's think about it for a while. The Cayennes will get enough results anyway. Besides, the cute one has a slave archery at the store, which should be very promotional."
"Oh, well, I guess I'll do some archery, too."
I thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to let her whine, speaking of luxury slaves, do some archery.
"Well, the fancy slaves are free to sing."
"Song? Oh, Yufi (Euphemia) and Nell (Nerina) sing alongside Ili a lot. But I didn't sing, did I?
"Oh, Hetty hasn't sung?
"... something with paperwork"
No, you. I thought you said something about wanting to audition too.
"No, you can sing while you're working on paperwork"
"... I'm not clever enough to sing while you're at work"
I can't help but notice how she is answering. Could this guy be tone-deaf? Isn't that why you're so embarrassed you're not singing with me?
"It's an order, sing while you're at work, so you can learn your singing skills, too"
"... I wonder if your husband hates me"
"I like you, so sing."
"... already"
I looked at her pointing her at the tip of her mouth, and with that said, I felt that Hetty had gotten more expressive lately, and I realized that it didn't matter.
"... Well, Meena's back, too, and about the unknown money."
"How many hours do you want to sing?
……
……
It was a dangerous place. He didn't forget this guy, he was waiting for Meena to come home. No, it's really one hair at a time. One hair at a time.
True, my God, come up with this guy.