I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"Well, on the token of my apology, take this..."

Taking a seat, Miles walked over to the Hunters' table and took some dishes out of the item box with the dishes on them and placed them on their table.

"Heating magic!

And Miles who think they'll be suspected of staying warm and now magically make it look like they've reheated it. Words alone, I haven't actually done anything.

"Storage magic?

One of the hunters, the first man to speak to the Miles, sounded surprised.

"If you have storage magic, can you make a lot of money with the capacity and like you spend... No, I'm sorry, really..."

Both of them, embarrassed by the squandering, look like bad bats.

It would be a violation of manners to bring food in the dining room, but these hunters have almost finished eating the food already, and I don't think they will be ordering additional food from now on. Besides, it was a discretionary decision of miles that the innkeepers would miss this much because it only gave them a little taste.

Yes, Miles, in fact, hated to lose quite a bit. So even though we think it was our fault, we are definitely trying to crush the part that was ridiculed.... pretend to apologize.

First of all, I don't have a problem publishing it here because I won't hide it in the guild anyway, a presentation of storage magic. This can prove that the 'Red Pledge' is not the kind of poor party that would have trouble with money.

And then, a taste of the dishes made by Miles (tasting). This proves that the earlier evaluation of the dishes here is not appropriate due to amateur cuckooing.

... pretend to apologize.

"... but heating magic, what?

"It's the magic of heating up and rewarming the dish"

"No, that's about it..."

miles to return deliberately off-target answers. I don't explain everything I've set up to mislead.

The woman, who sensed that she was completely unwilling to explain to Miles, gave up and picked the dish out of Miles' plate.

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Miles stopped the woman who stripped her eyes and tried to pierce the fork further into the same dish.

"It's just a taste, I served it as a dish to be full, because it would interfere with the store's sales! Plus, because other people won't be able to taste it, and in the first place, if you eat all that, you won't be able to taste any other dishes!

You convinced yourself of Miles' words, reluctantly a hand-grabbing female hunter holding a fork.

"... What's this dish?

"It's a fried rock lizard. It was cooked by hot air magic, topped with a special seasoning powder made by me on the meat of the under-treated rock lizard."

"Ma'am, he said it was cooked by magic!

Now, there's a surprise voice from the men.

"If it magically ignites the firewood, it magically keeps heating and cooking? There must be a magician here who uses such ridiculous magic..."

Male hunter tones down rapidly as he talks.

Then, poke the fried chicken with a fork without force and transport it to your mouth.

"Huh? Ugh... Ugh... huh? What the hell?!"

And a man hunter who's feeling better again.

"It's juicy, it's loose, it's crunchy! It's not boiled and cuddled, it's not cooked and hardened, and the luxurious spiciness with spices makes it slightly...

What, what the hell is this?! You've been eating like this, you only put 70 units on the food here, don't you think?

(Ok, Mandate (Mission) Complete (Complete)!

Miles seemed satisfied to accomplish his purpose.

"Taste the other dishes, too"

Hunters reach for miles of words and other dishes of cooking.

"Nah..."

"Ko, this..."

"Delicious..."

One after the other, a voice of amazement and admiration.

(ummm, it would be, it would be...)

Hmm, and the miles that leak my nose and the Lennas that see those miles with a frightened face.

And when you realize the miles are fuzzy.

"Whew!"

Soon, the other guests took their seats and surrounded the miles and the hunters' seats.

"Hey, what..."

To the bare mile, one of them asked.

"I'm sorry, but can I give Nong et al a taste... Of course, I'll pay!

And snorts, the other customers.

"Yes, no, when it gets that massive, I apologize to the store people..."

When Miles said that and tried to say no, he was called from behind.

"I don't mind. Because the customers who are here are all those who have already finished ordering meals.

However, if you let me try it on, I will make it conditional. "

From what I've seen, he's obviously the cook here. And from the content of the story, it would be the person in charge here, that is, the head chef general.

If I say no here, I'm weak when I'm blamed for the tasting products I'm serving right now.

They blocked my escape route......

"Ugh...... So, then, the cook means' offset with a carry-on fee ', for free (just). Other customers offer apologies for earlier noise, as well as disturbance rent, free of charge.

It is possible to divide the ingredients and spices you use later. Of course, you're paid!

Yes, earning small money on tasting products is not a hobby of miles. I didn't just prey or resell anything I hunted, but the dish I made, if you say it's delicious and you're happy with it, that's fine.

But I'm scared of Pauline, so for once, it was a mile to keep my mouth shut about what looked like business.

And I was wondering if it was only a small number of people who were at the table now, and Miles served extra dishes out of the item box. The stock of dishes was adequate, as we store quite a few dishes we made more in our spare time, in case we didn't have time for outdoor behavior. Item boxes vary without time lapse.

"" "" "Eh..." ""

And the guests and cooks who look at the dishes that have come out additionally and end of story.

I saw and knew earlier that it already holds storage, and with this amount, it's not surprising that if you hold average storage, you can store it.

But I didn't see it in person earlier, so I didn't notice it coming through, that is, 'the dish on the plate came out intact without being spilled'. And this time, Miles accidentally forgot to chant "What a heated magic spell," so he somehow saw where the food came out of storage warm.

"" "Ah..." "

The Lenas noticed Miles' mistake and leaked their voice, but Miles herself had yet to realize the failure she had made. And there's no way Lena and the others can point that out on this occasion. Rejection only draws attention.

So Lena and the others had no choice but to go through it, and the guests, while staring at the miles and the dishes of cooking, went through silently as they were. Those who stay in luxury lodgings. If this is cheap accommodation, it will be chaos with noisy guests.

These guests were, of course, curious to try the dishes praised by the B-rank hunters, a regular part of this inn, but if that was all, they wouldn't do anything like stand up and stick their faces in someone else's table during a meal. Unlike the bottom tier of the merchants, the kind of people who do business in charge.

So why did you do such a manners violation that you wouldn't normally do?

... Of course, it was because I smelled gold.

No matter how many positions and reputations have grown and people say they are shopkeepers of big stores (oh yeah). And even in a position to interact with nobles and celebrities. Still, if it's for money, I'll be fine with some manners violations and embarrassing imitations. Beginning, don't forget.

That was the merchant in charge.