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That's how I worked with Mr. Edward to create it.

Sausage filling machine.

"Under pressure, that's how you push ground beef into your bowel bag. It's a manual method without magic, so anyone can operate it."

Thanks!

That's the Dwarf who excelled in the blacksmith craft!!

That knowledge technology has been a great help!

Now we even have to habit of cheap death!

I quickly created a sausage with a freshly finished filling machine.

"Er, set the bowel bag in this hole..., push the ground beef in...!?"

Ooh.

I'm coming in.

The ground beef was so packed in a bowel bag that it took the form of my familiar sausage.

If I twist it in place, tie it with thread and compartmentalize it, I can no longer see anything but sausage.

There is also a pattern of smoking from here to make it more conservative, but this time the pass.

Because it's a pain in the ass.

I'm going to eat it straight away anyway.

I threw it straight into the pan and boiled it.

"Done!"

Cross-world sausages with the help of Dwarves!

"Okay."

"Let them eat fast."

Prati and Ville are already standing by!?

Stunning bastards.

Well, I want a taster, so I don't hesitate to boil it and serve the sausage.

I also prepared ketchup and mustard in advance, so put it on if you like.

"" Here you go ""

This time, the bowel of the horned boar used for sausage ingredients was thicker and bigger than the wiener sausage I had seen in the previous world.

Frankfurt?

To avoid confusion, let's unify the way we call it with sausages.

Such thick, large, bar-shaped meat enters Prativir's mouth.

Meat bars broke in as they glided through the girl's plump glossy lips, making a crisp noise about inside.

"" Uhhhhhhhh!! "

I like the reaction all the time.

"This is Square Bore meat too!? It's not the same as cooking it as it is or making it a hamburger! Just like that middle of the teeth!?"

"Looks like you're gonna push your teeth back with a prick! Paris! Paris in my mouth!!"

The otherworldly sausage seems to be a great success.

As usual, the other inhabitants were invited to join the joy of Prativir.

For them, fill their bowels with meat on a steep pitch.

"We're going to run out of all the meat Mr. Shakus gave us!

It was originally sausage making for it.

If you have any excess, you can smoke it and save it, and I'll fill it up with meat in the filling machine with no flanks!

Intestinal emptiness would be better if you could pack meat!

Gobji! I'll leave it up to you guys to boil or bake the sausage!

I'll even be stuffed with meat!

"Oh, yeah. Have some sausage too, Mr. Edward!

Because it's like a success thanks to you!

I thought... Mr. Edward already had a cup of sausage in his dish.

What they're drinking is beer.

That's right, liquor-loving Dwarves have sharp taste.

I didn't expect to complete the beer and sausage Germanic combo without anyone telling me.

"Oh, Bacchus or...! Give me another drink...!

"Even the god of booze is right around the time to stop. You, I've been drinking ever since I got here, you fool!

"You have no choice! Always got to be drunk! I don't know when my heart will stop in shock again if I have syrup in this place!!"

…………

Was I more burdensome than I thought Mr. Edward would be?

If so, I was doing something unconsciously wrong.

I need to boil a lot of sausage for you. Can I bake it?

I'm a specialist in blacksmiths, so would you be happy to talk about when you revived Mr. Astales' holy sword?

"Saints, Saints"

What is it?

The next sausage isn't ready yet, is it?

"I'm a visitor. I'm Shakus from the Pandemonium Chamber of Commerce."

Huh?

Is that guy here again?

I can't get my hands off you right now, so let me through here.

"Saints. This time I got something unusual again...... Huh?"

Mr. Shakus.

I immediately notice the unusual work I do.

It's also troublesome to be asked and answered, so I'll explain it first.

"This is it, this is what we do here...!

"Yes, sir?

"Bake or boil..."

"Ho ho?"

"So, it's a dish to eat."

At the end of her overview of the sausage, Ms. Shakus raised a clear surprise...... I thought.

On the contrary, it gave me a deep sinking, contemplative look.

"... you know? Do you want some?"

"Absolutely."

Pass both boiled and baked sausages.

Serve with ketchup and mustard lovers.

Mr. Shakus is a gentleman who has already accumulated a dandy mustache in your old age zone.

Carry a polar meat stick into its tannic mouth and put it in your mouth without hesitation.

Eating silently...... or inquisitely.

What is this, the seriousness in the dining scene?

"Su, isn't it amazing? This dish, the meat I received from Mr. Shakus, is used as an ingredient...!

"Saints!

Mr. Shakus approached me in a delicious mood.

"Is mass production possible for this device?

"Huh?"

What Mr. Shakus points to is a sausage filling machine now and then.

"Mass production? What do you think? It's made of total mana metal."

"So why is it made of total mana metal!?"

It's not that easy to make, except there.

I want you to ask Mr. Edward, who co-produced it for more information.

"Edward......? Oops! Isn't that Edward Smith, King of Dwarves?!?"

"Who is it!?"

"It's me! I am the president of the Pandemonium Chamber of Commerce and asked to say hello before!!"

That's great people, they already knew each other.

There's something going on between us.

"With this sausage filling machine, the design will come to mind, and if we replace even the raw materials with cheaper ones, mass production is not possible in our Dwarf Underground Empire, right?

"Are you serious!? Yay!!"

'I did it'...?

"But the originally inventor is a saint, so you shouldn't do it unless you get permission over there, right? We're not gonna make a move without it, are we?

"Saints!

Mr. Shakus is coming at me this time!?

"Please! Permission to mass-produce and sell this sausage filler!!"

"Huh!? Are you selling it?!? Give me an array!?"

"This novel meat processed product is definitely a big hit! Naturally we will also pay the Saints for the use of the idea! Permission!!"

No, I don't need money.

I don't mind singling out something delicious, so I'd appreciate it if you could spread the word.

"I just don't like food poisoning, so remember how to make it right. There are also processing methods for preservation."

"Yes! Naturally......!

Thus, Mr. Shakus, who had found a business opportunity, sold a sausage filling machine.

That's the big merchant. Look at the desk. It's called Min, but the practice is not half as good.

Involve Mr. Edward and place a mass order with the Dwarf Underground Empire.

Dwarf stamped sausage filling machines sell out and sweep all over the Devil's Country.

Further spread to the old human country dominated by demons......

I wasn't expecting a sausage whirlwind all over the world at this time.