Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

A giant dragon in front of me makes a noise and collapses.

The shock frightens the birds that were stuck in the trees, gagging and squealing.

When I rolled up the sand smoke and peeled at it, the nose tip of the scaly dragon was sticking out in front of me, and my tongue was dangling out of my mouth full of fangs.

More than ten metres long, the Feilongs were powered by galactic thunder, and after Orion jumped on them and tore their wings apart where they had fallen, completely crippling their ability to fly, they were tailored by a goopan combo by Sophie's Havens Sword waiting on the ground.

"It's a dragon... how do you eat it..."

That goes back three days. Back from Black Earth Street, I was being consulted by the Marquis Romero.

They loved a meal too much called the Marquis of Gourmet, and there was a great man of nobility who had made the food capital, but he suddenly said that he would increase the price of food exports from three to five times.

All too suddenly, the surrounding aristocrats were surprised, they might have drank it if it was a slight increase, but the price increase was extrajudicial and Romero tried to negotiate on behalf of them, not a very drinkable story.

But from the Marquis of Gourmel, if you don't like it, you can offer 100 slaves a month.

Food production in the Iron Chef territory of the Marquis of Gourmet is high, and the aristocrats who rely on it are troubling the houses.

Honestly, it doesn't matter because our territory is small and we can be self-sufficient. I thought that Dee was going to smile and bring a chart of the people's ledger and food production rate and ask the Marquis of Gourmet to export it even next month, so he asked me to do something about it, and I decided to go to Gourmet territory.

So when we look at a gourmet marquis like a pizza monster, we are presented with a third option: to pay, to offer slaves, or to serve the best food in the world.

Naturally, we don't have a hundred slaves or room to pay. That's why I have to cook, but fortunately the negotiations allowed me to attach a promise that if I serve the best food in the world, your region would spare me the price increase.

When we admit to cooking, it is the lonely island in the southernmost tip of Iron Chef's territory, Food & Beast Island, which is said to continue to produce food indefinitely, that comes as we procure ingredients.

"Food and Beast Island is totally Jurassic O.K."

The deserted island that was brought in was huge and the size that would make me want to say how many baseball domes the hell are going in.

Temperatures are hot, between 35 and 38 degrees during the day. However, I feel cool when I enter the shade without the heat and humidity.

Entering the heart of the island from the coast, depressed jungle-like trees thrive, with dangerous snakes and monsters walking normally.

But more than that, they're leaving this deserted island, this edible monster unattended, and the monsters who grew up more than twice as big are walking around the island, and it feels like a deserted island survival full of Viva giant monsters who want to tell you what's going on with the ecosystem.

And then the time goes back, and we take the broken dragon meat and feathers in a wooden luggage truck and we go back to camp.

Besides us, the base camp, built on a beach on the west side of the island, has a few group tents set up by adventurers, apparently for the same purpose, and they repeatedly do things like lean their necks when they stick ingredients in a pan.

"Hey, we're home."

"Yes, I'll cook right away"

Coming out of the tent was Chloe in apron in an amethyst-colored swimsuit she used to wear on her summer trip.

If you're honest with me already, I'd say you're leading one or two steps over the other adventurers at the time Chloe's here.

"Dad, what did you get me today?

"Ugh, yeah. Dragon, I guess."

"Well awesome. You have a culinary taste."

When Chloe smashes her hand small, she sees the meat of the dragon disintegrated around her nose song and seems to be thinking about how to cook it.

There is a figure of Freya sending a jittery gaze next to it.

"Wow." Dad. ”Glad to hear that.

"Hey, I'm telling you, I'm not making you call me Dad."

"I know, Dad."

The sarcastic Freya is all rotten, but there is never such a fact as playing and playing dad like that.

Chloe's way of calling me changed from king to dad after I returned from Black Earth Street.

Her argument is that it's easier to call it, but I can't help but feel included.

Escape from Freya, the gyto-eyed, and look over the camp.

We have three large tents in our base camp, a fire and a simple cooking space in the middle, a long table for meals, and a barbecue to look at.

Watch Chloe poke Busli and Dragon meat into a thick iron stick and set it in a meat baker from behind.

"Dragon steak... nice"

Everywhere has been a different world dining boom lately. Shall I go into a different world fixer by myself and say, "I'm a human power plant" and eat at dinner?

"Oh, no, Orion's guy. Where'd he go?

I lost sight of him from the area where he was dismantling the dragon, but I guess he's stuffy as he walks into the island by himself again, eats poison mushrooms and says "basket" or something.

Looking around, Orion pops out of the belly of a bulky dragon with a bloody big ball along with a blood splash.

"Look, Saki! It's a dragon ball, isn't this one so rare?

"That's amazing... aren't you bloody. He's nagging like a character in a splatter horror."

"It's okay, you can take it right in the ocean!

That's what Orion said. He dived Dobon from the beach to the sea.

Uh, uh, if you come in bloody like that, you're gonna drop me a shark.

"Look, if this is dragonballs, you can sell it for a very high price!

Orion is a bloody dragonball in the water (?) will change to a basketball size beautiful yellow stone when polished.

"Is that really Dragonballs? Something yellow, huh?

"What, I don't know, but aren't there some yellow ones?

I feel like some of those things if you say so.

G-13 came from inside the tent when I was tilting my neck, dragonballs (?) illuminate the laser.

[Scanning Scanning… Reconciliation complete. Soleja Dragon Ball Dehanak, Dragonno Urethral Calculus Death]

…………

"Saki, what's a urethral stone?

"It's a stone that can be in the ureter, or the path through the piss. It seems to be mostly made of calcium or something, but if you can do that, you'll have severe pain around your lower abdomen."

"Well, that's why it's yellow."

"Well, you were swimming in a dragon piss."

Orion distorts his face when he is informed that the beautiful stone he has is actually like a pee crystal.

Orion silently threw a stone at me.

"Ouch! What the fuck! It's like a bowling ball. Throw it!

"I didn't want to hear that!

"You're not kidding me!

I think it's better to get dragonballs than to be proud and ashamed of yourself in the guild.

"What's wrong?

A galaxy comes to us gaggling behind a tent in a made-up clothing conscious black and white one-piece swimsuit.

"Nothing"

"It's a beautiful sea. I grew up in the harbor town myself, so the beautiful ocean just makes it fun to watch."

Behind the tent is a clear blue sea, with beautiful fish swimming never seen before.

The galaxy shrugs water and puts it on its face with a pastime.

"You shouldn't wash your face there right now."

"Why not?

"Look, look, this fish is creepy. Looks like a bloom."

"Oh-ooh!

When Orion dived for a moment and then surfaced, he was catching fish by clue.

And, well, the easier it is to get food, the more resourceful it is here.

This reminds me of my last vacation.

"Let me tell you something, it's not a game. It's just a trial and error period to make the best in the world and behave like a gourmet marquis."

"I know. But when I come to this southern island, I want to play"

With that said, Orion swims in the blue ocean, sounding like a bumblebee.

"You really know that?

When I was tilting my neck, the guy in this situation who seemed the most obnoxious was holding his knee in the tent.

The blue bikini, the cleric hat, and the usual outfit are not very much involved, but when I approached her, she resented me. I glanced at this one with my eyes.

"Hey Sophie, are you still mad at me?

"I'm angry."

"I'm sorry."

"Ha... ketch... ketch, ketch, ketch!

You remember yesterday and your anger reignited, and you're repeating the words like a curse as you turn that way.

"You can't help it, 'cause I was about to be late for the Marquis of Gourmet's sight."

"Still, you should have put in about one thing!

Yes, before I saw him with the Marquis of Gourmet, he came to Chef Iron, the food capital, so I followed him with my heart that it would already be delicious, but our carriage was late and I rushed to see him without free time.

After that, I arrived on this food and beast island, and ended up here without being able to eat anything.

Sophie has quite a root for that.

"But you were eating meat at the stall, right?

"I ate it, the sweet and spicy gravy was all over my mouth, my cheeks were so delicious that they fell off already, I wanted to eat more... I dropped it because I was in a hurry"

Ah, that's sad. That's why they feed the ants.

And I said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Sophie's appearance in tears as she screamed easily came to her attention.

"The people at the store said it wasn't any better, Al."

You don't have that? You do?

"Then let's have some good food here for that matter and let the Marquis of Gourmet eat some of the best in the world"

"I don't like it. I want some meat from earlier, meat, Amman, curry! I want to eat! Bring it!

"Ugh, Hiss, wake me up, let me pig you!

A real goo flew in when I puffed Sophie's milk.

I go out of my tent with my face recessed into fist shape, giving up on whatever you can say then.