Survive different worlds with the all-purpose skill 'Condiment Creation'! [Web version]

By the end of the runoff between Tin and Mr. Lilia, the elves had run from the inside in an amazing shape.

"I want to eat the one the fucking kid had too!

"This scent, this spicy scent came from a raging horse!

"How do you know just the scent tastes good?

It is beautiful to see a beauty elf swinging in her appetite.

I want to try it too, the look on my face is colourful.

It's not in my sight because I don't care about a handsome elf.

"Wait, I'm first."

In the meantime, there's a guy who's suddenly busted into a bomb statement.

I would have secretly envied you, an ancient dragon.

Whatever you think, you're too physically different to be willing to make it.

I don't even think about making a lot of elves.

"There are no ancient dragon-like minutes or all of the elves.

Because I only make enough to eat in my body. "

I don't know what to do, I think I said something I shouldn't have said.

I have fallen into a state of despair that makes me think the Elves have zombied.

Dallari and I draped our arms, and he said, "Ah, ah" with a sad look on his face.

It's too creepy for a weak, ancient dragon to zombie.

"If it's just curry..., if you can get some time, make... that's great...

We don't have enough rice or bread, so we can't have it. "

Why did I allow it? [M]

Actually, I don't know if you were a favorite or if the blood of the high elves wanted to help your fellow elves.

Maybe I overflowed with ambition that it could be a nice development with a female elf.

What you can definitely say is that you can't make everyone's share without staying up all night.

The elves show their delight at being able to eat curry, even though no one says anything when they see what Mr. Celine was like when she was an old woman.

My buddies are friendly high touches and hugs.

It should be noted that I am a communally handicapped person with a drawstring and can't get a high-touch knoll to do when I take a strike with a bowling.

So you don't mind just the female elves, so can you all give me a hug later?

There was no way my heart could make sense, and the elves, who found it time consuming, went back inside with a thrill of wierdness.

And the guys who were just eating curry rice said, "Does it go with bread, too?" and the beginning and end of eating with bread and curry.

Curry and bread, naturally, figured it out, and everyone was going to be in a circle and the discussion would be open.

It is an irrelevant meeting as to whether we should continue eating with rice or bread in the future.

As I was reluctantly trying to make a curry, thinking that the conclusion would both be to eat, I realized that only Mr. Erik remained.

He looks serious, peeking into a pot of curry.

"Cinnamon, Laurel, Turmeric......"

"Huh? Do you understand?

Who the hell is it to hit the spices I use with the fragrance?

The person who made it said he only had cluttered information called Lou the Curry.

"The fragrance alone is not clear.

I thought there might be something to pick from around here, but it's a very complicated blend. "

It's enough to make an ointment that works well, so I might be able to leave the curry formulation to you as well.

The chef hasn't been able to create the sauce yet, so he shouldn't be comfortable with these complicated formulations.

It would spread curry and sauce to this world if only they could knit out how to make it.

They are two birds, one stone, because some eat them with sauce on the curry.

"This is another condiment, can you make this too?

When he takes the sauce out on a small plate and hands it to him, he looks strange and Mr. Erik receives it.

I ascertained the aroma of cum and licked it with my fingers chomped.

"Mmm! It tastes a lot darker, but it has an unusual flavor.

On vegetables...... vinegar and spices......

If you take the time, you'll be able to make something similar.

What's wrong with this black liquid?

Sounds like the type with God's tongue.

I guess you call someone like him a genius.

It's a big difference from me flying condiments, knocking down goblins, getting my ass slapped and saving the world.

"Mr. Celine seemed to like curry a lot too, so I thought she'd be happier if I left.

But how to make a curry loo mixed in intricately can also be called high elf wisdom.

If the unqualified make it, it's a forbidden formula that causes mental abnormality. "

I don't know how to make it, I'll line up the right words, as usual.

There won't be a day like today when we made proper use of a species called High Elves.

"And if you're the one who can reproduce the source, chances are you can make it.

If you said you could make sauces easily, Mr. Erik would be qualified.

Now there's some real stuff......, would you like to try it?

Secret moves, activated to be reproduced by others.

For the elves who have lived for years, the development of food culture should be more pleasant than that of the human race.

The whole Elf tribe came here with unusual excitement.

Not to mention, if you find that Celine, a high elf who worships God, will be pleased, it's not strange to challenge him with his life.

Though it will never take your life!

"... ok, let's try.

Curry is worth it!

But he hasn't eaten curry yet.

"Don't let the temptation of curry fool you.

Experience says things to spot complex spices "

I handed him enough curry to taste, thinking I couldn't spot the sapphire.

After gobbling his throat, Mr. Erik carefully carries it into his mouth.

And I hold my head in and I crouch in.

"...... I don't know, I can only understand that it contains 12 different spices!

What, the taste of the last six spices!

Wow. You know that.

In total, they spot light that there were 18 different spices in it.

In the first place, I've never known that 18 spices were mixed.

"High elf wisdom isn't sweet.

Okay, don't just let the spices distract you.

Inside the intricately intertwined curry loos, there's something more. "

Pork extract, apples, honey... because it's full.

I don't have enough memory to remember the back of Curry's package.

I've never made Lou, and I'm sorry for the clutter tips.

"Sorry, let me eat again"

"I don't mind, but please go deep into the wisdom of the high elves and don't let them get out.

To the extent that you enjoy the flavor, it doesn't lead to death, but the amount of information you can process with your head is determined. "

While arranging the appropriate words to defend the mysterious setting, Mr. Erik was given several tastes.

I put it in my mouth with a serious face every time, even though it never leads to death.

And Mr. Erik spotted the conditioned spice, said, "I'll take care of it later," and walked up to the inside.

Even if I succeed in formulating it, how can I pass on curry recipes to people?

You can't bring a chef inside an elf, and you can't let me hear the recipe directly.

If I could reproduce it, I'd say "do a test" or something appropriate and have it made right in front of me.

Let's take note of that at all costs and hand it to the chef.

The elves came back to replace Mr. Erik as he contemplated embezzling Curry's handle.

To get me to make a curry, grab a big pot...

I regretted it sooner.

If I wanted to make enough for all the elves, they would bring in at least 10 business pans.

Further there, a pan for ancient dragons was carried, with about two large unit buses.

Seeing the delightfully nicotine elves, I thought.

Normally this size pan doesn't make curry.