I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"You're next on the blacksmith guild."

"Mmm."

I hear exactly where it is in the Adventurers Guild. They say it's in a section closer to the harbor than here. I guess they built the ore and coal transported by boat in a more transportable location.

Well, there's a place to stop before you go to the blacksmith guild.

"Well, let's find somewhere we can buy booze"

"Mm-hmm. Like a liquor store?

'Right. And then it would be easier if I could buy it directly from a tavern or something.'

The next time I told Gumd I was going to the blacksmith guild, he told me that I should take a souvenir. The blacksmith guild masters and executives had a lot of dwarves and said they would definitely be welcome if they took delicious liquor.

I'd like to take a drink that's surprisingly good if I could.

"I wish I was in a liquor store on my way to a blacksmith guild."

"Hey, what about the Fermus store?

"With that said, was the dragon diner around there?

He's a cook, and maybe he keeps booze? I have a voucher that I received directly from the store owner once, and maybe you can listen to me for as long as I can.

We decided to go to the dragon restaurant after dinner.

"Ursi is a shadow"

"Ooh?"

'No. It's a small store, and I don't know if pets are allowed. "

"Khuun......"

I just can't bring Ursi in. I'm going to have to feed you some delicious food later and get in a good mood.

"Welcome -. Is it one person?"

"Mmm."

"Then please take this seat."

"Thanks."

"Actually, the store manager is currently out, and there will be a limited menu I can serve, would you mind?

The menu that was offered just said about 5 dishes. I think there were about 30 items on the previous menu.

Apparently, while Fermus is away, his apprentice is being entrusted with the shop. But I'm still in training, so I said this was the only dish I was allowed to serve to my guests.

The dragon bone soup, also a symbol of the dragon diner, seems to offer pre-made.

"Well, all of it"

"Huh? Is it all?

"Mm-hmm. All"

"Our food is pretty chunky, but are you sure it's all right?

"No problem. Because I've eaten before."

"Oh, I see."

"And this."

Hand your sister the voucher that Fran received from Fermus. Then his eyes opened in amazement. Huh? It's just a voucher, why are you so surprised?

"Ko, this is..."

"Fermus gave it to me"

"I knew it! Legendary most important customer voucher! Commonly known as VIP Vouchers!

Yeah? Was it such an amazing thing? I was thinking about just discount vouchers.

"Duh, duh, what shall we do! There's no store manager, and it's that idiot who cooks! Oh, his cooking doesn't extend to the manager! If this upsets you, the manager will punish you later!

You suddenly started tempering. Besides, I started saying terrible things about it. I feel a little sorry for him. But this is your chance. I feel a little guilty about adding it to my weakness, but I'm not doing anything terrible.

"I don't care what you do."

"No, I can't believe I'm just serving food to someone with this voucher...!

"Then I want you to share the alcohol. Give me the best liquor in this store."

"Okay! That's alcohol! Wait!"

I ran off on the exact order. Wouldn't this one be more pissed off? Well, whether you tell Fermus or not depends on the quality of the liquor you bring.

Five minutes later. A woman let her breath out and carried a liquor bottle. It seems a little expensive, put in a beautiful luxurious box of wood.

"This is one of the finest dishes made in a wine region also famous in the Kingdom of Kranzel! I was magically storing some of those 120-year-old things that are said to be particularly common years!

More booze came out than I thought.

"We don't inherently handle such good alcohol..."

"How did you prepare it?

"This is one I borrowed from the secret wine that the manager collects for his hobby!

No, no, you can't do that. Fermus will piss you off later, won't he? I hope this clerk is the only one pissed off, but it sucks when that angry spearhead gets this way.

In the meantime, I convinced the clerk to lower this wine. And ask them to bring the best wine they have in store.

1000 Gold a bottle. Isn't that a good line? It's a good price to call a luxury item. It would be just fine as a souvenir to the first person I met. I got five of these ready.

"Are you sure this is okay? There's a lot more in the manager's wine cellar, isn't there?

"Fine. More than that, I'm hungry"

"Ha! Momo, sorry! We'll have it ready in a minute!

He finally remembered to leave Fran alone. When the clerk lowered his head firmly in momentum, he rushed to tell the kitchen the order.

"Is that clerk okay?

"Mmm."

How can you be so worried about Fran? Well, thanks to you, I got a good price alcohol.

Afterwards, he flattened the meal served and Fran was taking a dose with tea. That's where the chef appears. That's who the female clerk used to call that idiot.

"Yes, how was it?

"Fermus was better"

"Oh yeah...... What would have been wrong?

Take notes out on the spot and start writing something. You call it stupid, or you're a cooking idiot.

I thought it would be better to wrap it in an oblate, but this place would be better to point out the problem exactly for him as well.

I haven't eaten, so it's Fran who points it out. Fran was a slave. Because of his predicament, he eats most things deliciously, but that's not to say he doesn't know what it tastes like.

There are five levels where ordinary people taste good, reasonably good, normal, subtly unsavory, and unsavory, and Fran is super delicious, delicious, reasonably delicious, normal, and inedible.

Fran tells the chef's youth calmly what didn't work. Cooking skills MAX. The allegations are accurate.

By the time Fran left the store, only a young man had been left completely dusked. Don't let this happen, live strong.