Godly shop's cheat fragrance

It's been quite a while since I sat in the slam of Sevites.

Doddle's punishment is over, and it's not just a matter of telling me if my routine is back, it's something else to do in Sevites in the first place. It's only a matter of time before we hit the dollar.

So what do you do in Sevites?

"Mr. Akira, the people who depend on you have left it to Mr. Viola."

"Oops, tired. I'm sorry to be back early, but I need help with the dining room over there (...)"

"I get it!

Lalaila, a blonde girl, muscle elf, daughter of Yalai, flew energetically to the makeshift dining room.

He only looks like he's around high school, but even that one seems a lot older than me. The other world is a strange place.

We run around busily every day because of a system called Quest, derived from the ability to shop from one of my abilities, nothing called SHOP.

If it was meant to be, I'd like to ignore what you call God's grace, but I just have to do it this time.

A disaster called Goblin Hazard has left women with serious mental symptoms… Here, completing this quest is a must in order to save them from a condition known as dependency.

The content of the quest is to distribute the symbol of Merhes God on a 100-person basis.

It was clearly stated there that if I won the trust, I would distribute it, but there was no way I could do that from this side of the judgment, so I decided to take the warfare method this time around.

The cookout I have been doing with morning and evening has been changed to morning only, and that is also only for those who joined the autonomous association created by the West Slam in the centre.

We decided to hand out the wood carvings of Merhes God for the mark of accession.

We haven't told them that the symbol is particularly religious, so we all think it's basically the mark of an autonomous association.

But it seems Giro and Clari are distracting me and they're bragging that it's something I'm handing out, and they're also treating me like some sort of business edge.

Let's just say I don't care there, though I feel somewhat embedded in someone's surgery.

At present, beside the sewing workshop, a large dining room is created on a temporary basis. This is part of my slum self-help program.

Firstly, employment in sewing workshops using machines. This is a promise made to Felicia Malled, head of the Giant Tits Clothing Guild, so it was relatively easy to carry.

Apparently, the machines are already running over thirty.

It's an unlikely number from the original budget, but the Adele Chamber of Commerce tecochon turned it into a giant workshop.

Of course, not all of them can be sewn by the machine alone, so the number of sewers is also included in quite a few.

Half of them come from clothing guilders. Half from the slam. The slum person can also become a guilder in the sunshine if he works seriously for a year.

The unit price of one machine also seems to have dropped slightly, and the blacksmith guild, which is currently taking on the production of the machine in one hand, also seems to be in full rotation.

In order to keep secrets, the number of productions was raised at once by adopting a method whereby each workshop was allowed to make parts one at a time.

I suggested this.

The Kanban method, used in the manufacture of automobiles in Japan and elsewhere, was simplified and adopted.

Although some anxiety remained about secrecy, particularly important parts and so on, it was decided to reduce that risk by concentrating on the initial workshop.

Sometimes I trusted the blacksmith guild because in the first place it was confident that the secrecy was strictly watched from workshop to workshop.

And in order to fill the bellies of the employees who became hundreds of sewing workshops, the plan cafeteria was made in advance.

Unfortunately, there is not enough capacity to hire all the human beings in the slum to speak of a massive workshop.

That's where they made it to get a little more jobs.

Temporary, but decent dining rooms are currently under construction.

He also participated in the production of menus.

It is an operation divided into profitable fixed meals and thin-profit dishes.

Fortunately the knowledge of seasonings in this world, etc. was pretty much acquired in the former Pilates, now Tessa, so it was easy for me.

Anyway, cheap and delicious!

That's the dish I made for it.

The main force today is croquette!

Here at Sevites, potato distribution was considerably more abundant than at Tessa's.

This seems to be because there was quite a bit of circulation with Lakerell that agriculture flourished.

A relatively inexpensive and available item.

But there's another reason I can now put fried food on the menu, starting with croquettes.

That's oil.

This world is expensive even with edible oils.

What a detached buffalo it was to clear there.

That was when I was shopping in town.

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"Mr. Akira, I knew the Cevites outhouse was busy!

"Oh. Vibrant and above all."

I'm talking about me and Lalaila wandering around the open street wondering if there's anything that's going to be a cooking story.

"Hey there Beppin...... oh!? Elf!? Elf's girlfriend's boyfriend!

"Huh!? Huh!?"

"Don't panic, it's just a favor."

"Ha-ha-ha! You can afford a winner in your life!

"Tsuru is my friend's daughter. Is there anything more interesting than that?

... Why did Lalaila suddenly darken her expression? Well, okay.

Normally, I didn't really trust stores that call in like this if they were in Japan.

But this world is different. Simply calling is a method and is often disproportionate to the quality of the goods. Although, of course, it is pinky.

What I need to be sure of with my own eyes is that I said good and bad?

"Well, no more! Brother, you have brilliant glossy black hair! I rarely see it!

"Thank you."

A peek at the open shop in good condition revealed that the soil bottle (kame) was packed with white objects.

"What the hell?

"Oh, you don't know the customer? I thought I was putting out the gloss with this (...)."

"Glossy?

Is that like wax?

"Oh! Excellent freshness! Haggling buffalo fat! Now if you decide on your hairstyle, even your elf will fall back in love --"

"... oh! This! Lard!?

I blocked the clerk's voice from screaming.

They call it lard to be exact about pig fat, but Mystery Translator put me through normally.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, the finest lard ever, huh? Particularly buffalo fat is hard to degenerate......"

"How much for one of those bottles?

"A bottle? Isn't that the price of a seashell?

"Oh, I want to know the price of the bottle"

"Uh... yeah... if you're going to buy it in bulk... you can have ten silver coins specially, right?

"10,000 yen? All right. Let's buy all the bottles out here."

"Yes!? There are ten bottles!?

"I don't mind. I need more than that."

"Hey, what?

"I don't mind if you take a margin, so I want you to be able to buy a lot"

"Huh!?

"... uh, Mr. Akira? Were you so concerned about your hair?

Lalaila said something strange.

No, I guess the fact that she has that question is that Lard's use in this world is mostly a hair conditioner.

"No, no. A guy named Lard has a better way to use his hair than to fix it. Let's start by checking the hygiene."

"Uh... brother, what do you mean...?

"Look, it's 100,000 yen. I'm sorry, but show me to the supplier in a hurry. Yeah, I guarantee you a decent share."

When I hand in ten gold coins, the open-air merchant closes his eyes and ends.

"Huh? Huh?

"You must be a merchant, right? Move your legs more than your mouth."

"Ah, oh. Oh, you guarantee my share, don't you?

"If you don't like it, leave silently from the start and look for an inquirer on your own."

"Is that true, too?... Okay, this way. Follow me."

A guided inquirer quickly entered into a contract with a detailed decision.

"Ha-... I didn't expect it to be oil when I put heat through it. I'm stuck."

"I have to be aware of it. I don't. I don't mind you guys selling it as oil, but as per the contract, you're gonna have to wholesale it over here for the price we just set, okay?

"I'd like to say it's a good idea, but this one's gonna make me some money."

"What, we're each other. Nice to meet you."

"Whoa!"

That's how I succeeded in getting a ton of lard.

And the croquette fried using that lard......

"Ugh yeah yeah!!! What the hell is this! It's so delicious, Brother Akira!

"It's delicious!

"Ko...... this tastes damn good again. I thought we only had enough to boil potato eating etc......"

It was Giro and Clari, and Lotton, who had me hang out with the tasting.

Rotton was fixing the monocular position with his fingers. I guess it was that shocking.

"Well, it takes some work, but that's the other way around, you're gonna need manpower, right? Because the unit price is low, thin margin sales are fundamental."

"No. This will sell. Besides, I was wondering if it would be nice to make a large quantity relatively easily."

"If you say you can sell, I'm sure you can."

"It's good to keep the food and drink guild involved first. Absolutely. If you hadn't hit the lead, the Alliance's power would have covered only the culinary laws, and you couldn't do business with them."

"No, no, thanks to you for building the dining room."

"Ha ha, because we expect a lot of profit"

"I heard the majority of the building materials around here are from the Adele Chamber of Commerce, right?

"We're unloading good stuff"

"Ha."

"Hehe."

Giro frowned and said blushing as me and Rotton laughed at each other.

"... something old man and brother scare me"

"Giro... you two are adults"

"Adult."

Growing up, boys and girls.