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

Dee comes here to see the situation.

"Apparently you're tired of waiting"

"Oh, you feel like you've been on the island with your numbness off"

"With this level of force, it's also possible to break through and leave the island?

"That won't solve the fundamentals. We just have to fight."

"Right."

"But Marquis Gourmet, you look sick"

"You look proportionate to the deterioration in health and the Marquis' mood. How much did they charge you, by the way?

When I show Dee the details, she looks bitter too.

"I thought the metal dragon would ring. How much will the Marquis of Gourmet pay for our dishes?"

"I'm deeply anxious that you'll give me $28 million for our mushroom dishes."

"The Marquis is just saying that anything with no prospect will charge you, and I think if you give him something to make him go away, he'll pay for this"

"I hope so."

But he's the one who's suddenly going to flip the shabudai. I'm afraid I'm going to tell you that even if you serve something delicious, you'll get paid.

When I looked serious, Sakuya looked like she was going to cry too.

"Monsieur Wang... I'm sorry... because of us"

"No, you don't have to worry about it because you don't regret it at all on that point"

"Sorry......"

In other words, this 28 million is like what I used to save the Royal Bunnies.

It would be cheap to think about it that way.

Sakya stares hot at this one and sticks perfectly from behind. A warm, soft feel hits my back and a sweet smell tickles my nasal cavity.

Then Dee coughs up a little grumpy.

"Anyway, let's do the final finish. This mushroom dish is certainly what the Marquis of Gourmet is looking for. After that, you should just make something that will make you look appetizing. We can't afford to care about the other participants, so put them on there."

"Okay."

We were appropriately drawn the lottery, and it was oddly the last time we set the order in which we would cook.

We'll gather all the chariots and instruct them to collect the last ingredients.

"Fortunately our order is the last. I only have a little time to collect ingredients."

"Do you still collect meat here that the Marquis of Gourmet likes?

"No, let's stop sourcing the main ingredients that will make other ingredients taste rough from now on. Galaxy."

"Yes, what is it?

"You have it, don't you?

"Is that you?

"Yeah, we all eat arres pretty routinely, but that's a pretty rare kind of thing. Go around to cooking with Chloe. I can't really cook it yet because I haven't ordered it yet, but the bottom line is important."

"Yes, leave it to me"

"I want everyone to gather what I instruct. I know some things probably have to be made, but listen to that every time. I watch some adventurers cook and explore the preferences of the Marquis of Gourmet"

Copy that, everyone nods and immediately sprinkles to find ingredients and cook.

At the beginning of the review, I decided to keep an on-the-spot observation of the dishes that the best adventurers would make.

Adventurers who don't seem to have anything to do with cooking on the beard side arrange a confident dish on the table.

"Among my fellow adventurers, my cooking is a reputation. I'm sure it'll satisfy your tongue."

The beef stew that was served smells like red wine, and the larger vegetables and beef are gobbled up, and it seems delicious to see.

The Gourmet Marquis shrugs the beef stew he was offered, and he looks difficult when he takes a bite.

It looks like the wind is wondering what to do with the grading of the flavor rather than bad.

"Mm-hmm... ten points."

"What, could that be"

Highest score. You out of the blue? and the face of an adventurer with a gripping face brightens up.

"Don't get me wrong, too. Ten out of 100."

With words thrust from heaven to hell in an instant, the adventurers turn their faces blue.

"Duh, why?!? My stew has a reputation for being delicious even locally sourced..."

"First of all, I'm eating all sorts of things. I don't have any twist on beef stew. Even the diminution. As expected by me, the meat has not been peeled down, it is stiff, and the vegetables have not been peeled, so the smell of soil remains unpleasant. In the first place, beef stew is also something that simmers on an annual basis to create a deep layer of flavor for the flavor of ingredients to permeate the loo. It's the cook's job to cover it, but it's just a reputable stew in the company. It tastes just as good as I expected."

Pretty dry. But what you're saying is pretty decent.

"Even if you score the flavor. This beef stew is worth as much as 0 vestas. I'll pay the full price."

"Oh, no, you can't pay four million all of a sudden!

"Even if I don't know. I'm taking these guys to the ship."

The soldiers take the adventurer to a forcible return ship.

I look bitter when I see the sight.

Shit, we've even got the possibility that you won't even eat this...

I can't blur, I can help everyone.

When you think that, Erica and Raylan stand before me.

"I'm a little concerned about the eagles, sir. You can go check that out, right?

"What do you care?

"It's about that swamp, but when I looked in the swamp, I found a large number of bodies"

"Corpse!?

"Yeah, it's probably seen as some kind of slave. It hasn't been much of a day since I died. An in-depth study revealed that there is a magic formation of metastases in that swamp, on the bottom."

"That's the connection to the central island facility, sir. I'm concerned about the massive carcass and the transfer magic set up at the bottom of the swamp, so I'll snap in, sir."

"Don't worry about it for sure. Let me know if you know anything."

Copy that, sir.

Something like that, but if you leave it to Erica and Raylan, they'll probably be fine.

Then for about four hours, when we had finished cooking our dishes, and later we were just cooking here, the order was approaching.

The Marquis Gourmet has been eating food all morning. His grading is easy to understand, almost ten points in terms of what he eats only one bite, and twenty points when he mouths something ingredient for the second bite, the first time here the Marquis of Gourmet recognizes the value to the dish. That said, it's about 1,000 vestas at most to be paid, and it doesn't even add up to the usage fee.

By the way, I haven't eaten more than two bites of the Gourmet Marquis so far, and most adventurers have been forced to send labor.

At the same time, the Marquis was frustrated not to find it on anything delicious, as expected, and the first one gave a bad reason, but now he just yells at me for a bad word and scores.

"Oh no! Ten points too! This dish is worth as much as 0 Vesta!

The yelled aristocratic-style man drops his shoulder and pulls back awesome.

The gallery was also considerably reduced, with only three remaining: me, Alan, and Haguetel.

"Well, you look like me next. I wonder if I could drop one on the Marquis' cheek."

"Maybe I can't, but good luck."

When Alan stood in the kitchen like a quizza, he lifted his forehead and then wore a cooking hat, and when he only dressed like a charismatic cook, he handily created a paella full of olives. Of course I'm lumping in Waywovoor.

Only it looks beautiful, with golden rice and large mussels blooming like flowers and beautiful paprika colors.

"Go ahead, Marquis. This is a Paella of Grande Arrance special that goes beyond the Paella. I'm sure you won't be able to eat anything else if you eat this."

As usual, he's just full of confidence in vain, and if there's a world clear championship or something, he's going to win.

The Gourmet Marquis spooned the paella, and the moment he smelled it, he lifted a plate of paella.

"Oh! Ha ha!"

The Gourmet Marquis threw a golden paella at Alan's face with a hanging voice.

"When and when!! What the hell are you doing!?

Alan, who burned his face, gets angry as he drops rice, but it was the Marquis who was cancunning.

"You, Waywow, I let you in."

"What..."

"I ate Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy because I ate Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy If you use that one, you can cook well. But that's a contrarian seasoning that just deceives the tongue. I thought there was just no cook who would use that stuff to insist on cooking, but I can't forgive you for having such an idiot. Your food is nothing! I'll take this guy and make him a body he can't cook again!

"Oh, no, Marquis! Marquis!"

Alan has been taken with his arms grabbed by soldiers.

What the hell kind of body can't cook again? Alan, with both arms scissors and hooks, floats on my head.

"Well, next time I'm going to wash up..."

The bald tells head to the kitchen with a creepy grin.

I know he cooks metal dragon dishes, but what the hell kind of dishes pop up.

When he swallowed the gokuri and the saliva, the bald tel took out the ingredients he had prepared and suddenly threw them all over the sky.

That grandpa finally went tochi crazy!? I thought so, but the bald tells held the Chinese knife in their hands, raised their voice, and jumped up.

"Hi Yikes!!

"Nothing!?

"Stupid, that grandpa. He says he's cutting meat while jumping in the sky!?

"HIGH, HIGH, HIGH, Yikes!!

"A cut ingredient jumps into a Chinese pot that was heated while dancing in the sky!?

"Hi, hey, hey, hey!"

"Amazing momentum, from the chinese pot to the flame! Stupid!? The moment the flames are up from the pan, the meat is cooking!?

"Hi iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

"Now you're holding the chinese pot in both hands and spinning it in the air. So!?

It's like an onion. A Chinese pot dances in the sky.

"Look closely, kid! This is my special dish, Chinese Mandala. Bye!

"Stupid, you say there are more Chinese pots to spin in three!? What the hell does that mean!?

We saw the shadow of a giant dragon behind the dish that was stir-frying in the sky.

"That's a metal dragon! I see the phantom of a metal dragon being cooked!?

"Neither do I look like me! There's a metal dragon roaring in heaven in majesty! They say that one can only be used by cooks with tremendous power, food shadow projection (chantuyshen)!

"Food shadow projection!?

"I can see the shadow of the ingredients being cooked if I array them too well, even the cook's special attack arr!

"Why are you so blurry! And then why would a cook have a special attack!

"Even if I lay low!

Shortly afterwards, me and the Marquis Gourmet are blown away by the dishes, clashing against the surrounding trees.

Trees shake heavily in the gust, wild birds gush and squeal and fly into the sky.

At the same time, a rainbow light leaked from the bald tel's head.

"Courtyard cook, majesty! Ultimate Special Steel Dragon Descent Culinary Creation!

There's going to be a tornado in the kitchen at the same time as the explosion, and if we're not grabbed by the trees, we're going to be blown to the sea.

The illusions of historical court cooks, food iron men and cooks known as Iron Chefs pass one after the other behind our brains with the light of rainbow bald tells, and the deep history of cooking creeps in.

"Ko, this is the history of culinary creation too!?

"Are we being shown our culinary origins!?

The divine light cleaves the sky, the shadow of the metal dragon cracks the clouds and reveals itself, raising the roar of the king of steel again.

"Yikes!!?

"Marquis!"

I grabbed the arm of the nearly blown Marquis of Gourmet and desperately withstood the blast.

And for a few moments, the light had subsided. On the table could be cooked imitating dragons.

The dragon, which also looks like an elaborate candy worker, emits a sparkling, blunt light. I felt so intimidated that I was about to lose my hips just from seeing it, and its beauty was not an exaggeration to say it was a work of art.

"Wow, this is Steel Dragon Descent Culinary Genesis..."

My throat feels dry.

The Gourmet Marquis forks into a dish that mimics the dreaded dragon and includes it in his mouth.

It was the moment I took a bite. When the Marquis was blown up into a serene tornado, he was royal on the head of the metal dragon, a food shadow.

When the Marquis points to the horizon of dawn, the first light shines there.

"This is… the origin. I'm eating my origins now..."

The Marquis of Gourmet shook his head unnecessarily at the origin of the food, eating guts and Steel Dragon Descent Culinary Genesis.

When you finish eating and take a breath, your big belly shakes. The Marquis opens his eyes, which were closed, and spins the words.

"It was very delicious"

Wow, the word "delicious" came out of the Marquis of Gourmet for the first time.

"I am satisfied."

It's an honor.

"Give me the grading. Chef Haguettel, your cooking Steel Dragon Descent Culinary Genesis..."

It's a moment of tension. The bald tel smiles and waits for the words. The face was also a winning pride by making something no more.

"Ninety points too!

"Oh, oh..."

Awesome score. But it didn't seem strange to go to 100 points for that awesome dish.

The bald tells feel the same way, rather exposing their anger.

"Why then, why aren't you so full of dishes!?

"Lizard, your food is certainly delicious. Maybe if we compete for the best in the world, we'll be at the top. But the flavor is full, but what does it look like?

"Would have been a great shaped dragon!? What are you unhappy about there?

"I told him to cook. Even a work of art in that one. Simply put, even if it's hard to eat. Cooking ends up in the stomach. It looks important, of course, but don't make me want to eat it, watch it like this, etc. Cooking has to be something you want to eat."

"Gu, muggy"

I see what the Marquis of Gourmet is saying. Regardless of the flavor, I was sure it was going to be hard to eat anyway. I guess if this were to emphasize such an artistic look, it would have been complainingly full, but I guess there is a marquis notion that cooking is still something that you don't eat anymore.

But it's definitely a high score, and when it comes to surpassing this score, it might be time for me to do something like use a knife while standing upside down.

It's our turn at last.