Muimui-tan

- One...

I'm surprised with your face at what Mr. Pong is saying to my God. No, you know, Mr. Pong, you're a good cook, so why don't you work in our cafeteria?

"Uh, uh, Mr. Lang, what are you talking about?"

I'm soliciting you.

"If you're retiring from an adventurer, why don't you cook at your own store?

Why don't you do it?

Wait a minute, I can't imitate a real cook.

"Still, I'd like to invite Lord Pong."

Pong, please. Right now, there's no one in my house who can cook.

Pong turned a blind eye and sighed loudly as I stared at him with a large, crushed double glance.

"Okay, you got it. Thank you for your help. I'll help you while the cook arrives."

We did it.

"Joan, I'm sorry, but we're going back today."

Joan snorts at my God.

"I used a lot of magic today, so I can't help it!

Right, you don't have a choice. And the truth is, I still can afford it. Because the maximum MP is about ten times higher. Spare, spare.

"So, Lord Pong, may I ask you to join my party?

With my revelation, Pong is leaning his neck. Maybe. Why are you at the party? And I know you're wondering, but you still honestly subscribed.

So, "Metastasis" doesn't taste good here?

"Lord Pong, is it possible to move?

"Thanks to Mr. Lang, it's possible to slow down."

Pong laughs and answers yes. Because you don't have one foot, it seems difficult to walk.

"I'll support you."

Joan lends Pong his shoulder. The height is different, so it feels like a chisel. Even if you walk up to me, it's all the way outside this evacuation camp, right?

Slowly walk outside the evacuation camp. For some reason the people around me walking slowly were making a fuss. Uh, the Red Dragon has been defeated, I wonder if we'll even start at the festival.

- Two...

Walk a little out of the evacuation camp. I wonder if it's okay around here.

- "Transfer check 5" -

Overwrite the check. So do you want to go back?

"Lord Pong, hold on to your consciousness"

Pong looked wondering if he didn't know what he was talking about when he got my revelation. For once, I need to talk to you. Okay, I'll go.

- "Metastasis" -

Rise high in the sky. And to the west, I see the long way I've been through. Fall straight in front of our house.

Come on, we're home.

"Ra, run!

When I looked at Joan who called, Mr. Pong was passed out. Uh, yeah. You can't help it at first, can you? Could it have been that you didn't like the high places? If you're a height-phobic, you're a deranged skill.

- [Heel Rain] -

I mean, well, it doesn't make any sense, but let's use healing magic in the mood.

"Ugh, oh, what is this place?

"It's our home in Imperial City."

Looks like you noticed. Ma, if the rain hits you even if you're passing out, you'll wake up.

"What? What? Huh?"

Don't be so surprised. I could come back in a flash, you lucky bastard.

When Joan supported Pong with me and approached my house, a 14 came out of it.

"Master, welcome home. Early return, have you forgotten something? The master is by accident, so I guess he still needs me, yes."

No, it's not necessary.

"I want you to gather all together, can you ask?"

"Okay, are you sure you want to go to the dining room?

In the wake of my revelations, Type 14 corrects his posture. And keep going and gather everyone. You want to go?

"Joan, can you get inside?"

Joan snorts at my God.

- Three...

Everyone gathers in the dining room. Uh, is this the last time you use the dining room like this?

"Introduce a new companion. Lord Pong will be in charge of cooking."

Take my revelation, everyone snorts. And Yue opened his mouth.

"Does referring to cooking as the person in charge mean you will also run a dining room here?

Yue's penetration. But Pong immediately shakes his head to the side.

"I'm not that smart. A connection until a proper cook arrives, a connection."

Um, I don't think you have to be so humble.

"Oh, I'll have Lord Pong run the employee cafeteria."

"Employee canteen?

I'm tilting my neck to see what Yue is. Does the employee cafeteria have to be this way?

"I need you to cook a meal for the people who work here."

"So where does that cost and reward Mr. Pong come from?

'Keep it appropriately deducted from your blacksmith income. I'll take care of that.'

"I don't think that makes any money for Master Run. Are you sure?

"I don't mind."

I don't mind.

"Come on, Mr. Lang, you didn't hear me talk that far, okay?

That's okay. I wish I could have a good meal. Besides, I'm going to make money by gunning for the Warcraft. I'm not making any money here.

"And Fleur."

Fleur trembles freaking himself out at my revelation.

"What? Fleur didn't do anything wrong. Wow."

Oh, come on, isn't this some kind of pattern you're doing? Like, well, but, you know, don't trust me to pursue it.

"I want you to make prosthetic feet for Lord Pong."

"With prosthetic feet, huh?

"Metal feet. Good stuff that can be mounted and moved to replace your feet '

"Ha, I got it. Wow."

"Then I left it to Type 14 and Yue, later. Do it right."

Yeah, it's good to leave it to the experts, right? That's the best part. I don't really know how to run my company, and I'll be fine if I leave it to you!