Spirit Growers Travel Around the World - Get Rare Materials and Spirits Grow Rapidly!? ~

Before the opening of the fourth day of the school festival.

Sigel had been chased with Philomena and Cindy to prepare for the opening of a private stall.

The amount of tomatoes in question was not so much a dramatic improvement, despite your efforts.

It was somewhat unfortunate as a siegel, but I didn't find it particularly unfortunate because I knew that suddenly I couldn't possibly increase the amount of crop.

Still, Cindy, who was equally prepared next to Sigel, said with a sigh.

"I would have doubled it if I could."

"Do you still think so?"

Agreeing with Cindy, Philomena responded as she nodded.

To those two, Sigel returned a bitter laugh.

"Well, there's nothing more to it than not having the ingredients."

By the way, the two of you are unfortunate, each for a different reason.

Because in Cindy's case, we know that if we sell it, we make money, and in Philomena's case, we want to spread tomato pasta.

Neither is important, so as Siegel, I had nothing more to say.

There is a considerable distance from the entrance to the school to Siegel's stall, so there is no immediate arrival of guests as soon as the campus opens.

However, this time the customer came in very quickly compared to the time of the second day.

- Rather than, he was a customer who would have come all the way to the stall at the same time as the opening of the park, which was quickly filled.

Moreover, the visitors who are coming are not students, but an army of aunts in Arksand.

"Hmm. Were you running too many information networks for the wellside conference?"

"I hear so."

Philomena nodded half laughing at Sigel's roaring sentiments.

I said to those two, Cindy seemed a little rushed.

"What are you relaxing about?! The customers will be mad at you!

Cindy, who is trying to judge customers a little faster, seems to be running out of room.

"Mm-hmm. Surely you don't seem to have time to relax"

This time Philomena, the seller, returned to the customer's response while returning it to Cindy.

And Sigel, who was watching it, was going back to the task of putting tomato sauce on the pasta again.

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It was Sigel's personal stall, where more people were coming than on the first day, but thanks to the fact that more tomatoes could have been purchased with your help, we could avoid the fact that they would be sold out before noon.

Nevertheless, when lunch time was over and it was time to ask for a (three o'clock) snack, the stock limit was visible.

"I wonder if it would be over if I handed it out to ten more people..."

"Mm-hmm. Is it so gone already? I think I worked hard to make lots with Laura..."

"I guess I just got a little creative and got more water, and it was water on the baking stone"

If there is a limit to purchasing the tomatoes themselves, I tried to figure out if I could do something about the amount, but I couldn't seem to beat a wave of people.

Still, compared to day one, I had grasped the feeling that I had judged more than twice as many customers.

That can also be inferred from the amount of pasta left.

Where I could see the rest of the numbers, Cindy, the seller role, began to speak out to customers who were lined up.

Of course, the number was separated to a certain extent, but the customer was told that he could stay if he wanted to after he refused to know exactly how long he could give it to him.

The guests who are now lined up in front of Siegel's stalls are those who remain after accepting that they may nevertheless be.

And where Cindy began to separate up to ten people specifically, the customers who were at the critical point were dropping their shoulders with a gag.

The customer was a pair of men, and the virtues of Gatai also showed that he was an adventurer.

Still nothing like making a scene, and when Cindy lowered her head, the pair waved gently and were gone from the spot.

Sigel, who prepared pasta on a plate for ten and sauced it exactly to the end, raised his head when he heard a loud noise from nearby.

"What do you mean we don't have our share!?

When Sigel turned his gaze where he heard such a voice, Filomena was stuffed by several men.

Sigel, who looked familiar to the men, looked at them with a look like he didn't happen to think Cindy was nearby in the task of lowering the plate.

Sigel's gaze made Cindy look sinister.

"... there's someone over there who doesn't have to come."

"Ah. Sounds like it.... but let's leave it to Philomena now"

"Are you sure?

"No, when we leave, we're not going to make an extra fuss?

When Sigel said so, Cindy glanced at her face for a moment and then nodded cocklessly.

Even when it comes to being away, the place where Sigel and Cindy are and the Philomenas are not so far apart.

Even where Sigel and Cindy are, I heard enough when the Philomenas did it.

"I don't know who you are, but whoever you are, I'm not going to treat you special. In the first place, no matter how sticky you are, you can't give out things you don't have?

That's what Philomena says while she gives up somewhat, and the guy who stuck around looks even more sudden.

"What!? You, what are you going to do to the customers?

Hearing the man's line, Sigel accidentally held his temples with his right hand in such a manner.

I was wondering if you would take a temper attitude so far.

The feeling was the same for Philomena, who turned a contemptuous gaze without hiding it.

"Are you an idiot? The store has the right to choose its guests, too, right?

"What the hell!?

The man stood up more and more suddenly and tried to pack it into Philomena.

But another fellow man grabbed the man's shoulder - Ardam - and stopped it.

"Time to stop it"

"Become...!?

"You, you don't see the sight around you, do you?

When Ardam cautioned so, the man looked around in a panic.

So when he finally realized that all those around him were looking at himself in a frightened manner, the man slipped away from Philomena with a chirping tongue.

Ardam went on to say even more as he looked at the man.

"Besides, I didn't know it was worth eating anyway."

Adam has turned his gaze to Chirali, Sigel and Cindy, saying so.

Sigel was thinking about that, wondering if he could just not notice at this distance.

Siegel herself has nothing in particular to say about the fact that her dishes have been cooked.

That's about all you'd say if you were Ardam, enough to have a feeling I don't care.

But Philomena, who was to hear the word directly, seemed to have a completely different feeling than Sigel.

"Wow. Don't say anything funny inside, too. I don't know if you know the taste of dishes you've never eaten, but you seem to have them in your eyes or in God's tongue."

It was an obvious Philomena aversion, but Ardam never changed his expression.

"Hmm. I mean the Yakomina Laboratory, which puts out the same thing every year. I guess I was putting out something similar or stopping by anyway. I heard it was popular, but it looks like they caught a visitor just because of the rarity."

That's what Adam gave back, but Philomena never said anything about it.

Among those who were listening around, another man approached the Ardams and said:

"Don't be quite funny, Amy. Does that mean you're selling fights to us who like the food here?

It was an adventurer who had missed eating tomato pasta earlier at the critical.

In fact, this adventurer liked the tomato pasta he happened to have on his first day and was a repeater.

He was Ardam, who flashed his face at the words of the adventurer for a moment, but when he looked around, he smashed his tongue when he realized that the others had a similar look.

Even as we talked about this here, we understood that it was against us.

And Ardam was going away from Sigel's stall, sniffing briefly at the adventurer because it was his last resistance and all.