I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Barbora, the second largest city after the king's capital, at the doorstep of the sea in Kranzel.

Even the guard's stuffing is a super luxurious four-story specification. The Salutos were taken by the princes, but the pirates should have been brought here. In the meantime, it would also be a tie neck. Huh? Did you promise to save your life? We didn't kill him, did we? I just don't know what anyone but us would do to a pirate opponent who's been scattered.

There are more than 20 merchant ships entering and leaving the gigantic port where as many as 100 ships can be stopped, and it is also the capital of commerce where it is said that there is nothing unavailable in this town.

"Wow."

"On"

"Uh-oh, there's too many shops to look at."

The main street that leads from the harbor is connected by a variety of shops, from shops to outdoor shops. That's what you said about Barbora.

There were three weapons stores alone in the space of about 200 meters. There were also many food stores, and I could see that the eyes of the foodies were getting more and more radiant.

Well, I have money. Was it a mistake to say that you should just buy and eat as much as you like?

"Successful."

"Houn!"

"That too."

"On on."

"Momo"

"Hohu."

Wouldn't it be shorter if you hadn't put food in your mouth? Girl and big black dog holding enough food in both hands to keep eating even. That's remarkable. I can't believe I ate a giant skewer in one bite, so much so that I got applause from around.

While I was doing that, I went out into some big square. That's huge. Maybe it's about 500 meters in diameter.

The building facing the square was also huge, full of buildings that looked like it would cost money. Maybe it's first-class, like in the so-called round or Times Square. Looking at the highly assertive building, he discovered a sign of interest.

"That's..."

(Master, what's wrong?

"It's that building over there, but it says" culinary guild. "

Yes, what I found was a culinary guild building. You've never heard of it before. What kind of guild is that?

"Want to go?

"Please."

Others saw super famous guilds like blacksmith guilds and merchant guilds, as well as embassy signs. It's built shoulder to shoulder with them, so is it a sizeable guild?

"Here?"

'Oops. That's right... it looks like Ursi can't get in'

There was a caveat at the entrance saying, "Pets, we are not allowed to enter with the devil." Well, you must be the guild that deals with food, and you have no choice.

(What if you're in the shadows?

'That would be good. Wolsi, don't ever come out in the building, okay?

(Ku......)

When Ursi sounded a little sad, he sank heavily into the shadows. Apparently, I was expecting something delicious. I can't help it, I'll feed you some delicious food later.

"Though."

At first glance, you look like an Adventurer's Guild. Except that the people inside are not adventurers, but cooks and merchants.

"Ma'am, what can I do for you?

"Nothing in particular"

"What?"

Yeah, the lady at the reception is confused. Fran, I'm being too honest with you.

"I've never heard of a culinary guild"

"Is that so? Sure, it may be less in other towns. Because this is a heavenly place for cooks whose ingredients come together from all over the continent. They need a culinary guild more than normal."

A sister who is polite to children like Fran. Culinary guilds seem to be guilds registered by people involved in cooking, such as cooks, merchants dealing with ingredients, and restaurant owners. Originally a cook's mutual aid organization, you still think the main purpose is to research recipes and provide assistance to cooks?

"Is your daughter a cook?

"Subtle?"

My cooking skills are LvMax, but I don't cook at all.

"Master, master of cooking"

"I see. So the master is not registered to our guild?

"Mmm."

"So why don't you sign up for our guild? Buying and selling ingredients and buying and selling recipes are many benefits, right? Recommend it."

Hopefully. I'm interested in that. I can't, but maybe I can get Fran to sign up. But Fran already belongs to the Adventurer Guild, okay?

"Oh, that's okay, there's a lot of double signups, isn't there? Or so you say, because our guild is totally smaller when compared to the Adventurer guild. Besides, it's not binding. I was wondering if you could think of it as a more casual organization. It was originally an organization founded by a mutual aid club between cooks."

"Then I want to register"

"Do you have Barbora's commercial trading credentials?

"? I don't have it"

"Then you'll be registered as a cook"

"That's fine."

"I have a review once, are you okay?

"Examine? Do what?

"Because it's a culinary guild. Alliance officials eat the dishes they make and register if they pass. You can make it here in the cooking room or you can make it and bring it"

Then why don't you ask Fran to submit my dishes and register me as a surrogate or something?

"It's possible. Just register your name and create a cooking guild card."

It was so easy. It's a tough image because it's called a guild, but maybe the contents are treated like membership cards and point cards.

"Can I serve the dishes I already have?

"I don't mind that..."

"Well, with this and this"

"Huh? Oh, item bags"

What Fran took out was a skewered curry and boar. The spicy smell of spices spreads on the floor, attracting the attention of other cooks.

The boar skewer was made by Fran before, so it's not illegal, is it?

"When it comes to scrutiny, is it okay to serve an important curry?

What kind of blow is it when you don't like to feed someone else from time to time?

(The cooking of the master is reviewed. It is unacceptable to give out bad stuff. Drain the judge's liver and pass)

'Oh, oh. Thank you.'

"So, I'm going to call a judge,"

"? Not your sister?

"Once a member of the executive class is scheduled to be vetted"

That said, wait 5 minutes in the dining room where you were put through. Your sister brought one man. A gastronomer who seems uncomfortable if you put it in a nutshell. No, Kaibarayu-zan or Aji-yu. Seriously, he's such an atmosphere man. I'm getting nervous.

"Well, your lord is the new cook."

"Mm-hmm. This is my dish"

"Skewered... Hmm, I'll have it"

A man slowly carried a boar skewer into his mouth. Chew slowly and swallow to taste. I'm afraid of faceless expressions.

"Hmm, that's normal."

"That's no choice."

I guess Fran himself knows that. Even if they say so, I don't have anything to be angry about. Well, I made it on a whim, I guess it feels like a guy.

"But it's not bad. This dish conveys the passion of the maker. I can feel the thought of finishing as delicious as possible with as few ingredients."

Ho. This old man is amazing. Sure, Fran worked pretty hard on it. It's a whim to start making it. But if you're going to do it, it's Fran who's serious.

He adjusted his fire magic while using his nerves and spent about 30 minutes cooking it up carefully. Ingredients and seasonings are common everywhere, but I think they are delicious. That's all it took. However, because of that, I got the image of cooking = troublesome stuff, and I stopped cooking myself though.

Seeing it in one mouth is terrible insight and observation.

"Pass."

"Mmm."

Good. I don't know what to say, but if I can pass this skewer, I won't have a problem either. Then you don't want my registration?

(No)

"Why?

(Feed the master's cooking. And surprise me)

It doesn't seem to matter anymore about registration or anything. I think I just want to surprise this great Osama by feeding him curry.

"This is next"

"That's funny. It is similar to Azeri cuisine but has a more aromatic aroma. The ingredients we use are quite good."

"It's called curry. My master made it."

"You mean your master's original dish?

"Yes, the supreme dish, created after the blood seeping effort"

No, you're not! Because I just somehow recreated the famous dishes that were on Earth! Because it's an easy dish to make as long as you have spices!

"Ho. That's exciting."

"Curry is the best in the world"

"I really hope so."

And the gastronomer's old man carried the curry, whose hurdles had been lifted by Fran, into his mouth.

"Hmm?

"Yummy."

"Hmm."

"Ultimate cuisine"

Can't stand it anymore, Fran also took out the curry and started eating it with him, every bite he takes, nods Unh Unh. And I saw the old man with a confident face. This is a face you're sure of winning.

"Not bad"

"Mm. Naturally."

"But is this what it is? You're far from the best in the world."

The moment a man says so.

"Ahhh?

The expression fell out of Fran's face, releasing a tremendous sense of killing.