That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Bal's job today was to help the confectioners.

Bal, clumsy and poorly cooked, could not be entrusted with an important task, but was simply understaffed.

"Mr. Bal, two cheesecakes."

What he was entrusted with is customer service.

It is the decision that it is suitable for him, who is mild and humane and knows a lot of people in the secondary area.

The outfit of a plain, easy to move shirt and pants with a white apron doesn't look great without help, but the customers didn't care.

"Bal, give me strawberry cake, buy it for my wife and go home"

"Bal, get me a pudding."

"Bal, cookies, please."

The wife of the confectionery shop will serve cold water as she tries her best to cut through the time of many guests and takes a breath.

"Good day, Mr. Bal. You can take a break."

"Thank you very much"

For the lady, thank her long and big, and Bal goes into the store and rests in a position difficult to see from the outside.

A small rabbit shopkeeper comes out of the back and swings at him.

"Thank you, Mr. Bal. That's a big deal. You know a lot of people."

"Hey, this is normal around here."

Bal smiles and humbles himself.

"This is a second-class neighborhood, even if it's called Empire City. It's not much different from the common people."

"If you ask me. Oh, I think so. Even the Empire of Flowers seems like an idiot."

That's what the store owner says and laughs at.

They and their couple came from the South to dream of opening a confectionery shop in the imperial capital.

I guess there are a lot of things I don't know yet, things I can't really feel.

"Do you ever think of shopping in a first-class area?

Bal asks and the store owner laughs and denies it.

"I never thought about that. First class areas have many luxury stores, and guests will be scared. I can't even imagine what a nobleman would eat."

His words will be true.

Normally, those called commoners have never seen what nobles or millionaires eat.

Imagine a lot of things, it's just paranoid and exciting.

(It's not surprisingly the same)

And Bal thinks.

Although the cook's arms and ingredients are of different quality if you ask him to, the recipe itself is similar.

Though I also have the awareness that I am only the bearer of a common sense.

"I can barely pay the rent. Even second-class areas are so expensive."

and it was your wife who said something more realistic.

"Oh, the rent in the first class area seems expensive. I don't know."

Bal replied, but this is a lie.

In his position, he knew to some extent.

Of course, the confectioner couple can't possibly understand that, and take his words to par.

"They say it's normal with about ten silver coins. It's a month's living expenses for the common man!

Your wife's words are nothing to mourn or shudder about.

"It's true. It's amazing."

Bal just shows surprise when he says it's the first time he's heard it.

"I looked it up because I thought the second-class area was surprisingly cheap, but the first-class area feels like an empire after all."

The shopkeeper shrugged his shoulder with a split look.

"Even though you're still young, it's amazing to just have a store."

Bal tells me to snuggle.

"Yeah? Thirty-one already, but was Mr. Bal older than me?

"Yes, I am."

He dares affirm with a pitiful face to the inquiry of the shopkeeper.

"Right..."

The shopkeeper seemed to look at those in a less privileged position than he did and make a fool of himself, or not have the personality to hit a sense of superiority, which made him look very awkward.

"You don't have to worry about it."

Bal laughs lovingly, but his attitude remains the same.