The Saint’s Magic Power is Omnipotent (WN)

After the noise at the docking yard, I asked people at nearby shops, but the cereals that came in from abroad were just wheat and beans, and I couldn't find any rice.

It was just a story that the luggage on the ship that caused the accident was not yet on the market, so I decided to revisit the day to the market.

I went back to the inn for a long time and overnight in the morning.

Having breakfast in the dining room with Jude and Mr. Oscar made the entrance noisier.

Looking back at something, a brunette man from yesterday comes at me with a delightful smile.

I looked around, but everyone had a surprised look, and no one I knew, the wind.

In doing so, the man even came to the table where I would sit.

"After all, were you in this inn!

"Uh..."

'Excuse me, can I help you lady?

When I hung my mouth open, Mr. Oscar, who was sitting at the same table, stood up and slid himself between the man and me.

I think he's still good around being able to put my provisional identity in his mouth, even though it's about being aggressive.

Did you alert the man who suddenly came near you?

Mr. Oscar is smiling, but he was only creating a slightly stiff atmosphere.

The man opened his eyes to Mr. Oscar's attitude for a moment, but immediately corrected his residence and named him his affiliation and name.

He's the captain of a ship from a country called Zaidella, and he seems to be named Seylan.

The potion I gave him yesterday seemed useful, and he said his men recovered enough to work quickly enough.

He injured his leg, and he was prepared to amputate it, but you think he didn't have to amputate it because of the potion?

And he realized he'd been given expensive stuff because of the high potion effect, and he's been looking for me since yesterday to thank him.

It's good to be able to give you the potion before cutting.

If it was after the amputation, the potion couldn't cure it.

'I want you to thank me again. Thank you.'

"I'm glad I could help you."

Give a smile back to Mr. Seylan, whom I thank.

I thought that was it, and there was a continuation.

Something about it, he begged me to pay for the potion.

"It's something that works so well. You can't have it for free."

"Er..."

I thought they'd say something about the effect, but I didn't think they'd mention the cost.

It was one of the handouts, but it was originally an excess inventory from the lab.

I feel comfortable getting paid for things that I didn't have a chance to use because they were stuck in my bag for when something happened.

In the first place, it's not commercially available because of its performance, so you can't put a price on it.

Can I get the same amount of money as the market value of the advanced HP potion here?

That's it, and I don't even feel like something's going to go wrong later.

When I was in trouble as to what was going on, Mr. Oscar offered me a help boat.

'This is the potion I gave you, but it was specially prepared for the lady and her husband...'

"Were you?"

'Yes. So when you ask me for money, I have to offer you a considerable sum'

'Right...... If it doesn't seem to be enough money in hand, I want you to let me pay extra after I sell the shipment'

'Nevertheless, I don't mind, for once, it was a courtesy of the young lady, so it's also painful to pay for it later'

I was listening to the two of you harassing each other, but Mr. Oscar landed me at a good landing spot.

He showed me the shipment and told me to give it away cheaply if I wanted something.

Mr. Seylan agreed with me comfortably, and soon after this, I was to go see the ship.

Mr. Oscar's offer was very helpful as he waited for Mr. Seylan's shipment to be unloaded on the market.

He moved to the docking yard and was led to the warehouse, wondering if he would enter the ship.

There was an accident, but the shipment seemed to have been moved to the warehouse.

Inside the warehouse it was dim, magic hung, temperatures lower than outside, and limp.

Follow the captain as he rubs his arms against the cold.

Items brought in are things that can be sold in this country, so there is still a lot of wheat.

"Um, do you have any specialties, etc. from Mr. Seylan's country?

'A specialty……. Right, not a lot of stuff to sell, so it's a small number...'

When he said he was a captain, he asked Mr. Seylan, who bought me guidance and left, if there was anything unusual, he was taken to the corner.

What showed me was the spice that it is used in Zaidella.

Chili peppers, peppers, and characteristic octagons.

My inner tension rises over spices I've seen in Japan.

Because it's all the spices used in Chinese food!

Having these spices makes me expect that there will likely be rice.

And that expectation was not betrayed.

When I asked if it was anything other than spices, I finally found it in the corner where they took me.

"Rice!!!! '

I was so impressed and so loud that I surprised Jude and Mr. Oscar, who were here with me, and even Mr. Seylan.

But at that time, I was so full of rice with my head in front of me that I didn't care about the situation around me.

"Ma'am, you know rice?

'Yes!'

If I reply to Mr. Seylan, who has asked me terribly, Mr. Seylan turns slightly back on whether he has gained too much momentum.

But he quickly regained his mind and talked to me about rice.

They say rice is eaten as staple food in parts of Zaidella.

Don't tell me you knew so well that you barely came into the Kingdom of Surantania.

Allegedly, it seemed to convince me that I had seen it in the drawings and was concerned about it.

The loaded rice was not expected to sell, so the quantity was small, but I did not hesitate to buy as much as I could.

I don't know when I'll be in next.

Most importantly, when I saw all my buying, I talked about bringing more next time, and Mr. Oscar just started the business conversation.

"Wow..."

"Right..."

Jude and I squirm as we look at Mr. Oscar.

I just black-and-white my eyes at one business negotiation after another, including buying and selling spices, not just rice.

Besides, you're really a doer around using the potion thing and pricing it pretty strongly.

"Um..."

'Yes?'

If I was accidentally called out and looked back, there was a boy sitting with a basin.

The fact that you have the same hair color as Mr. Seylan may mean that you are a child from the same country.

You look just like Liz and the others when you were old, but are you a sailor?

On top of the basin, a mug with hot air stands for a number of people.

What happened and when I moved my gaze from the mug to the boy's face, he recommended a drink that went into the mug in a scuffle.

"It's cold in the warehouse, so I was hoping you could have some soup and warm it up, if you like."

'Thank you!

When you receive a mug and wrap it with both hands, twitching and heat are transmitted.

Loosening his mouth to warmth, the boy introduced himself.

He was still the sailor of Mr. Seylan's ship, and the person who escaped the difficulties in the potion he gave him.

I'm really glad such a young kid doesn't have wings to amputate his legs.

It was hard to ask him to stop keeping his head down, thanking him again and again.

By the end of one thank-you match, the heat coming from the mug had warmed my palms a lot.

The soup that was hot would be around the time of drinking.

And in an attempt to put his mouth on the soup, the movement stopped on the scent that plundered his nose tip.

This smell......

In a dim warehouse.

It's hard to tell what the soup looks like, but I remember this smell.

When I softly mouthed it, it tasted nostalgic, leaping my chest into anticipation.

Jin and the back of his nose are paralyzed and the edges of his mouth tremble.

I took another sip in tears that seemed to overflow.

'Me, no, it's soup from my hometown, did it fit your mouth?

'Yes, it's delicious.'

"It tastes different, but it's delicious."

'Really!

They also fit Jude's mouth.

The boy was delighted with a full smile if we both told him it was delicious.

"It's a rare flavor, but what are you using?

"I use a condiment called miso in my hometown."

Miso soup.

It's been a really long time since I've had a drink like this.

Though I didn't expect you to feel so grieved as to hit the tear glands directly.

It's an easy thing to make, so I give Jude the gavel back to the boy who says the drinks in his hometown are even better.

As the boy says, compared to what he was drinking in Japan, there's not enough soup just melted miso in hot water.

However, the miso soup I haven't had in a long time was really delicious.