The nightmare days pushed by a large group of demons came to an end, and peace came to the king's capital.
Now for the people, Mr. Fiona is just giving a speech in the square.
It's not a speech about the dark elf threat leaving.
Be guided about Master Tongkatsu's birthday.
"The Tonkatsu, who rescued the kingdom of the Beasts, and the kingdom of Fennel, has fallen into eternal sleep.
But we need to tell future generations about the bowl of cutlets in order to convey our thanks one day when we wake up again.
Never forget it.
That we are alive because the bowl of cutlets has sacrificed itself. "
Mr. Fiona knows that Master Tonkatsu's presence is a lie.
But now that many believe, they have become subjects far more revered than royalty, and cannot help but lean in.
I think it's the best way to hide your unique skills.
The people were touched at a level that exceeded expectations about whether the play was too good, and the whimpering voice rang far away.
It is the same for the beasts who were coming to reinforcements.
All those who mourn that the Cuttlebowl Master has fallen asleep because he has already made Cuttlebowl religion his national religion in his native country.
Maybe it's the people's fault that the bowl of cutlets fell asleep! I thought I could blame you, but I thought, "The bowl of cutlets has been decided and acted upon. I pray that the Crowe and the others will be well," he thought.
Next time I could afford it, I thought I'd teach you skewers.
Naturally, people were temporarily confused by a robotic dance called Cuttlebowl Dance.
Needless to say, it was then diffused at a terrible rate and robotic dancing played out crying.
It was a very creepy group, scarier than a herd of dragon zombies.
But the adventurers from the desert are unfamiliar with the cutlet bowl.
The adventurers arrived after the last battle had begun.
I thought... but on the way through Anglecomb, the snow capital, I was meeting egg sandwiches and hot dogs.
As a result, the adventurer Kang worked, and when he realized it, he was dancing a bowl of cutlets.
Mr. Iris had a cold eye, though.
Such a fuss has made it necessary to produce tons of cutlets in bulk.
The excited cooks are desperate to make it, but no matter how much they make it, they'll never make it, an expansion called endless cooking.
The King's capital is overpopulated.
People living in the King's capital of the kingdom of Fennel.
A people who have taken refuge from the border with the Empire.
Adventurers and beasts who ran to reinforcements.
The ratio of the population to the cook isn't right at all.
When Mr. Fiona finishes her speech, the city will start taking over meals, won't it?
There's a reason I'm watching the cooks continue cooking in the same cooking area.
For some reason, there's a table in the cooking area with some of the top talks in the other world.
King of the kingdom of Fennel.
Beast king of the kingdom of beasts.
Mr. Illis in a desert country ruled by the Adventurer Guild.
And I'm the hungry tin and I'm the cook for the meeting.
I don't think he was dying. Tin's feeling better.
After defeating Dark Elves, it's a good memory to have Mr. Syrup carry a dying tin and Mr. Estelle into his room as a large crowd shares the joy of victory.
When Mr. Iris was watching me sneak after him, I thought I was hit.
By the way, there is no Mr. Estelle, the fourth princess of the Empire.
Her accomplishments on the Fennel side are enormous, but for whatever reason, the Empire will be a defeated nation.
He refused to participate.
Serve oak meat braised in horns, salad and rice, even though you have nothing to worry about.
"It was a cutter to grab the princess's stomach.
It is difficult not only to turn the economy of the kingdom of Fennel, but also to develop the country peacefully.
It's not something I can do. "
With his cheeks on, Mr. Iris got his hands on the braised oak meat earlier than anyone else.
The way he smiles happily and puts rice in his mouth is so calm that he does not think he will eat it for the very first time.
"What do you mean ~!
I don't need teeth - um, I'm a pussy with my tongue, I'm a pussy with my tongue.
The oak meat is too soft. "
This is how ordinary people take meaningless overreactions.
It no longer hits the wall about what normal is.
"This shouldn't be a big fight anymore.
degree of difficulty in discussing with the Dwarves that were contending.
After that, you can always watch out for passing objects. "
It was just a tin of adventurers trying to turn a dinner party called Top Talks into a decent meeting in an instant.
It is a fine play of ignoring the Knekneh Moving Beast King and orbiting a decent conversation.
Calm down more than anyone else and you are reliable in eating braised horns with the salad.
It should also be noted that it was the tin that wanted a menu called Braised Square.
You must have seen the dark elf soy sauce marinate and imagined where the oak meat was stained with soy sauce.
"That's not true.
We need to figure out what's going on with the Empire, and there could still be a remnant.
Even if it dies, there will be a massive stampede when demons build nests. "
I don't want you pointing at the water, but the tin pointed that way.
It's pathetic, so I'll put your replacement braised horns in a plate.
"Besides, isn't the kingdom of Fennel hard to rebuild?
I don't think we have enough food or money to feed the evacuees forever.
Not to mention the emergency reinforcements, which doesn't mean it's free.
Especially the adventurers, because there are so many of them. "
"I know, but to be honest, I can't have it ready right away.
Including the cost of the expedition, if it were a herd of dragon zombies, I'd be convinced by the amount of stampede.
I also took care of the Beast Nation... "
"You don't have to worry about it.
It was the Beast Nation that took care of Dark Elves the first time.
They're like each other. "
Indeed, it was me, Tin, and Mr. Syrup who saved the kingdom of the Beasts.
But that's...
"Even though the humans of the Fennel Kingdom saved it, it was the Adventurer's Guild that made the request.
We've already paid the bounty, so the essence is the Adventurer Alliance feat. "
I don't remember getting it, so I guess I got a tin.
Money management for parties is the roughest tin in the world.
"I think the word on the Adventurer Alliance side fits, too.
Just because you're based in the Fennel Kingdom, you'll belong to the Adventurer Guild.
I appreciate the thought of Goh, but it can't be sweet. "
"Oyassan......"
When the Beast King and the King called each other by their mysterious nicknames, they were surrounded by a strange atmosphere.
Unexpectedly, Tin and Mr. Iris, a little off the chair, enough to take the distance.
Mr. Iris, disgusted by the two men shaking their hands hard with both hands, was coughing up gohon and making them stop.
"But this is a special case of sorts.
As I said earlier, as long as we don't proceed in any way with the reconstruction of the Empire, there will only be more demon damage.
If a fennel country with close borders is unable to deal with it due to financial difficulties, it will be a lot of trouble.
So here it is. "
Pom Pom Pom and Mr. Iris slapped it on an empty plate with a braised corner.
Reflectively, it is the spirit of an accompaniment that is worked out in vain.
"I buy special seasonings and recipes known to the Kingdom of Fennel in the Adventurer's Guild.
How about 5,000 white gold coins?
I think we can pay for each country and rebuild the city. "
I didn't expect it to come with a value of 5,000 pieces (5 billion yen) of white gold coin, including the method of producing seasonings.
The culinary superintendent's accomplishment in developing condiments in just the right words is terribly great.
The shady Savior who saves the kingdom of Fennel may surprisingly be him.
Seeing the king bite his lips and bow his head to Mr. Illis, he must have been offered a bigger forehead than he could have imagined.
Though my heart may just be struck by the kindness of Mr. Iris, who has created a path that can save the people.
If you see such a sight, the bona fide bomb, the fire cat tin, is not silent.
Fish the magic bag with gossip and when you take out the white bag, place it gashingly on the table.
From the sound, it is gold.
"Donation"
Perhaps it must be the bounty for the urgent request I was just saying to the Beast Nation.
"How much is in there?
"200 White Gold Coins"
I accidentally sighed so loudly. [M]
Just this time, I'm disappointed.
How long have you been mistaken for saving people's lives with money?
Mr Iris, representing the Desert Country, gave out 5,000 white gold coins, compared to only 200 tins.
For a bona fide bomb, it is gold.
Ordinary people might think it's huge for the amount an adventurer donates.
Yeah, for normal people, yeah.
"You, that's not the money you made at the party?
It's not a donation without any consultation.
The story of everyday deeds also reaches my ears: 'Gashan!' but... "
I took all the money out of the item box and slammed it on the table so as to block Mr. Iris' words.
White gold coins in tin bags, roughly six times as big.
"I know, it's not much, is it?"
"Huh?"
No matter what anyone hears, Mr. Iris is right.
I've been scattering money from parties all over the place, giving away all the money I have left.
It would be beyond the realm of popularity.
But, but! I love such tins. [M]
If I don't spend my money here and now, I'll be involved in the honor of the Fire Cat tin.
I want to protect the Firecat brand by donating all the gold I have in the Soy Sauce Warrior's Treasury.
That's what partyplay is all about, and it's my mission as an entourage!
"Donation, Part 2"
Naturally, Tin doesn't know that I had more than 1,000 such white gold coins hidden. [M]
I sold frogs and brilliant buffaloes because it happened in the desert where there was no tin.
The more sparkling eyes I've ever seen in a tin, the more I've grown fond of it.
It's like the first time I offered fried chicken.
Your heart will gush.
When the King's tear glands collapse, the Beast King moves with Kunechne and begins to comfort him.
This is the most chaotic situation in which Mr. Iris leaks his sigh and starts eating braised horns.
Note that the doya face doesn't collapse to cool it down a bit.
"I don't mind if I'm a party member.
And I haven't decided on the treatment of the elves yet.
Fortunately, there are still many friendly countries left, so I don't think that's going to be a big problem.
But there's also the possibility that the stories of the past will draw a tail. "
Speaking of which, when you asked the Adventurer Alliance for backup, you thought you shouldn't lie badly, so you told them there was an elf inside.
But it's harder to come to a conclusion if you think about it than you don't know what the Elves are spending.
But even though it was abusive, how about Mr. Lilia is the only elf who fought the dark elves?
Even as dark elves ravaged around, we were the ones who kept knocking them down.
Considering that a dark elf was originally born from an elf, some would have liked you to have come to reinforcements for about the last time.
Besides, when I went inside the elf, I couldn't forgive the mention that they made curry all night, that I didn't even have a thank you hug.
"We heard the Elves' hopes ahead of time about that."
And, even though there's no such fact at all, I'm going to bump into a lie.
Only now that Mr. Iris is obsessed with braised horns is there any way to see through my lies.
I'm sorry, Elves.
To ensure that Mr. Tin's heart is shot, you will be sacrificed.
"Actually..."