Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

The meeting was sudden. On that day, a colleague of mine from the commercial guild told me that he had never eaten before, that there was a new dish, and he was headed to an arm-torque inn.

The Aurora Torque Inn is an adventurer's inn. The cook's arms aren't bad, but he's basically high in quantity and flavorful, and the main dish is for physical adventurers. I didn't think anything like this would ever happen.

But I was struck by the half-heartedness of the inn. Tomatoes! Yes, tomatoes were in sauce!

Cut into pieces and add to the salad, or cook and enough vegetables to accompany the side of the meat. The drowsy part of the fruit was disapproved, tomatoes that didn't taste bad but weren't popular. But when the tomatoes became the sauce, the range of dishes increased incredibly.

After attending the Australian Arm Torque Inn many times and dominating all the new menus, I spoke to the general, Martha, and the cook, Torque, to worship them down.

The story between the two of them is that the person who told the dish is apparently not from this country, and the recipe is vague because he's not even a cook. I'm a little sorry, but the recipe is a great value for ambiguous but unknown dishes. I'd rather eat than say so.

Unfortunately, the person seemed to have left the labyrinth city and was unable to listen directly. To miss hearing about exotic dishes is this Betty, a lifetime of unconsciousness.

Oh, fried food...... that's a charming dish! Crisp clothes and juicy meat competition. Both rough birds and oak meat are magical dishes that can be eaten as many as you want!

Pearl!

"Ouch!"

"Hey Betty, I'm at work, so hold on, right? And you're drooling. Paranoia should come after work!

Switching to a sudden shock, a colleague has preached to you without saying whether or not.

"Ugh, Arda, you don't have to slap me. I'll make it right if you say so."

"I spanked you so many times I didn't hear back from you, I slapped you. Shake it off. You're just relaxed, but lately you've been bawling and whacking and hanging in there."

"Ugh."

"Ugh, it's not! You were thinking about cooking again anyway! If you gain any more weight, you'll be removed from the receptionist."

Arda's words pierce my heart with a gutsy. Sure, if my uniform gets smaller and I get a little fatter, I'll have to replace it... but I've also made fried food I've been eating every day these days once a week, and something I'm trying so hard to get home to exercise a little bit. It should be okay.

"I know. Yikes. That's why I'm being paranoid."

"I'm telling you to put that paranoia out of working hours. Look, a customer's here. Work, work."

While Arda watches out, she ripens her work, buys ingredients as she travels far away and goes home. In my head, fried food presses me to eat, but I can't beat it. If I fire you for your job, I won't be able to eat and walk.

Fried food. That wonderful and delicious dish that made me fat, like the devil cursed me, was also taught to Mr. Torque by an exotic man who said Yuta, who told me tomato sauce.

I wanted to find out what kind of person I wanted to meet, and he was a very bad reputation. The stories of Mr. Torque and Mr. Martha say he is polite and a kind man who keeps the children of the slums as his disciples.

But there are rumors I've heard elsewhere that he's an arrogant spiritual artist, selling fights to Gilmouth the Adventurer Guild, letting him even apologize to the Grandmaster after he's scattered around, and he's like a demon who fired Gilmouth and flew an Adventurer Guild official.

In fact, Gilmouth also took turns, leaving the land as the labyrinth city-based adventurer was also threatened. That's for sure because even commercial guilds have made a fuss. A friend of the culinary guild also had a head for the departure of adventurers, who were a necessity for the supply of meat.

I don't even think Mr. Martha or Mr. Torque's story is a lie, but I can't even imagine what kind of person it is because there's actually some noise going on. I want to talk to you, but I'm afraid to see you. A strange man.

But in the end, when I realized the possibility of knowing an exotic treat, I couldn't bear to ask Mr. Martha. You know all those delicious dishes, and you know delicious treats.

"Sister Betty!

"Oh, Mr. Calc. What's the matter with you?

"Your sister wanted to see you, Yuta said she could see you"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Mr. Calc, wait a minute!

"Oh, wait! He said he'd see you two or three days after lunch today. They told me to ask you when... he's gone"

I'm confused, Calc. I'll make you wait and go to your boss. The feeling that I thought I was afraid to see you also disappeared the moment I ate the cheesy chicken cutlet. What a devilish dish to combine cheese in that delicious fry.

I can't imagine a country where such dishes are made without delicious sweets. Whatever you do, I'll let you know how delicious the treats are!

"Secretary Franco, take a vacation now!

"What are you talking about all of a sudden? At least tell me why you want the day off."

You shouldn't. I missed you so much, I couldn't stop feeling it.

"It was. I'm going to see Hirota."

"... Are you saying Yuta is a spiritualist or something?

"Yeah, I am. He's famous, isn't he?

"Stop it. You know what happened in the Adventurers Guild, right? He is not a darkless opponent as a commercial guild because he is also deeply related to the Porlius Chamber of Commerce. Take it easy."

"... but I've already promised to see you"

I know what you're trying to say, but I can't give up. At first, I thought I'd ask Martha for a recipe, but if I used Martha and the others for my purposes, I'd be in a bad mood. Something that I feel would definitely yield better results if you asked directly from me.

"... well, what's the purpose of meeting him?

"Because I know a delicious dish that is not available in this country, I think I know a delicious treat. I'm trying to get you to tell me that."

"Is that why you're going to meet the guy who sold you a fight to the Adventurer Guild?

"Yuta-san's boarding general says he's a very good person about Yuta-san, and he's not taking notes with the Adventurer's Guild right now. I think we're good."

It makes me anxious to be so cautious, but if you can have a delicious treat, I'll do my best.

"... if you're in a bad mood, you're a troublesome opponent. I know you'll be fine, but I'll tell you for once. Never boast of the Alliance's power. And never make impossible demands. Come back as soon as they say no. If you get to make notes with him, the commercial guild will cut you loose."

... I hate to be fired. But I also want a delicious treat. If you ask me and they make you uncomfortable, I'll do my best to apologize and go home.

"Okay."

"Okay, let's allow it. Don't let it spoil your mood. And when you're done, come and report to the Alliance."

"Yes."

"Don't stretch your reply. Totally usually you're relaxed and poignant, but this is what happens when food is involved. Look, I trust your sense of smell about food. That's not why you can't do it."

"Okay."

I don't usually take it easy, but Secretary Franco doesn't see it either. But I managed to get your permission. Calc, ask you to wait a minute and let's hurry up and get dressed in private clothes.

"Calc, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Let's go."

"Sister Betty. I was told to come and ask for my plans, and all of a sudden they're coming? It's too late for lunch."

Is that what you said?

"Um, you'll be back after lunch. Then I'll just say hello for now. You're not gonna get mad all of a sudden, are you?

"Well, it looks like your brother's scared, but he's pretty sweet and he's fine. Your mother said it was because of your brother that the inn was making money."

Right. He said he was a child-friendly person. You should try not to be rude, right? I'm going now. 'Cause if you can't seem to say hello, I'll be home soon, and I'm fine, yeah, I'm fine, right?

I think I can handle it. I bumped into my thoughts when I greeted you, and I thought you might have failed, but I could normally talk to you. Great people are scared, but Yuta seems like a normal person, right?

The adventurers who occasionally come to the commercial guild looked definitely stronger. I know it's wrong to compare you to a swordsman or someone in a combat position because you're a spiritual magician, but the atmosphere was normal nonetheless.

But it's weird how milk can be a dish or a dessert. What would it taste like? Pudding... I can't imagine any dessert with an unusual name. But he said it was a very popular dessert in Yuta's country, and it should definitely taste good. When I get back and report back, I need to think about a lot of things so that I can get the milk somehow.

"Right, but is milk really going to be a dish or dessert?

"I can't imagine it either, but Secretary Franco has also eaten food in an arm-torque inn, right? It's a very popular dessert in the country where you cooked it, so I don't think there's any reason why it's not delicious."

"Surely that inn meal was delicious. Maybe that country of spiritualists is developing cuisine. Are you saying you can expect it?"

"That's right! So make sure you have a mage or refrigerated carriage within the moment!

"Don't be impotent. Mages and refrigerated carriages are luxury materials and wholesale items for noble opponents. You can't just make predictions lightly to secure them. At least until we check the real thing."

"Okay. So if you have a great dessert, please help me."

"… it tastes good. Commercial guilds don't make money."

You can't just be a little delicious. But if it's dessert, the royal aristocratic ladies will definitely pay attention. If it tastes good, the commercial guild should always work too. I have to work hard too so that I can eat delicious desserts at any time!

"Okay. So I'm going home."

"Well, wait. I gave him a vacation, but he came back after his errands. Get to work."

"... ok"

I'm glad I didn't have to go home. Something Martha came to ask for fine flour and told me she would be able to eat a prototype tomorrow morning thanks to my treatment. Let's just convince Secretary Franco to take the day off tomorrow. It could be in the interest of a commercial guild, so you'll forgive me.