The Skill Collector

"Please, I'll give you as much money as I want, sell my cooking skills to my wife!

A man with a deep carved face has begged with tears.

He holds my hand and is frightened by the way he asks me to do it in desperate shape.

Why, this happened.

The beginning of the incident was a call from a champion who had previously sold "The Devil's Landing".

When I visited my home because I was worried about the journey, a man I seemed to know asked me to do him a favor.

If you just ask, and I agree... this is the development.

"Duh, what does that mean?

Pushed by an impatient look, this self has dived through the training ground many times. You can't be disturbed to this extent.

"Me and Leondold are best friends. We used to fight together in the arena. So, this guy told me about you."

Leondold is the name of the champion, isn't it? Since he is from the arena, is this man no less muscular than a champion?

Big eyes in vain on a short, cut head. It's a face full of wild flavors that are closer to beasts than people.

When pressed against the giant and its face, there is not half a sense of compression. Hot and bitter.

"Champion. Didn't you tell me you wanted me to keep buying and selling skills a secret?

"Oh, but if you're the only one I can trust, you can talk to."

It doesn't evil, it cheerfully returns as it steps back on the couch.

The champion's hair contrasts with that of an impending man, and his brown hair, close to yellow, is like a lion's tendency.

"Ha... ok. Explain in order."

"Right. First of all, my name is Congis. So, my favor is to give cooking skills to my newlywed, flattering, loving wife!

I'm fine with you swinging your fists up and your hot valve, but I want you to stop looking for skills for that. Everyone gets better when they practice a little bit of cooking skills.

"Uh, why don't you ask someone to teach you how to cook, or hire a maid? It's cheaper than buying skills from me, right?

"I thought about that, too. But that's not the dimension! Our rice! I'll stick to handmade... Sometimes I'm deluded by eating out, but you can't still do it every day... Love is delightful, but it doesn't taste good. Really, seriously. Yeah, yeah!

A large adult is crying down at his desk.

I can see the flow of the story, but I mean that...

"You mean Rice Maz Wife?

"That's right! Why don't you measure the amount of seasoning! You have so many cookbooks! The big spoon is a jade! You'll see when you see the cookbook. ⁉ Call it an arrangement and stop adding fruit to the boiled fish! Because it gets spicy with salt, if you add sugar, the flavor will return!

A sad cry strikes my heart.

I'm not saying it with a lie or a joke, but it seems to be bothering me for real.

But normally, if my husband sees me eating food and suffering, it's something I try to improve... maybe this guy.

"Did you point out to your wife that the food is not delicious?

"What are you talking about? You can't tell your lovely wife that the dishes you worked so hard to cook are bad!

I have trouble getting my chest up and being grand.

Be patient and call me "delicious" even though you don't think so. Right. Well, I don't think it's going to improve forever.

When I turned my gaze to the champion for my opinion, I offered him a metal box.

"This is his wife's cooking. Because I couldn't believe it, either, and they brought it for me to try. By the way, I haven't seen the contents yet either.... I'm freaking out. I can't believe I let him wander this far without being scared."

It's a big deal to frighten a hundred battle smelling champion.

I'm very concerned that my 'intuition' skills have been alarming since just now. But you can't even pull it here. A regular champion's favor.

The champion puts his hand on the lid of the container and stares at me. A slow nod opened the lid with momentum.

"Ugh!

"Aha!

A strange odor drifting around. A tingling level of irritant odor erupted all at once.

This is dangerous! Activate 'Poison Resistance', 'Junction' and 'Endurance' skills!

"Hey, I can't stop crying. Eh! What the hell!

"You idiot! In a windless place, don't open it!

He hastily opens the door all over the room, and everyone climbs out the window and squeezes the air.

All I had to do was take a breath, but the champion seems to have inhaled quite a bit because of the screaming, pale complexion. Is Kongis used to it or does he seem to be fine just because he's stuck around?

"Dude, I haven't wept in a long time. Even when the demon sprayed the venom, he endured it."

"Sorry...... I've been tired of regular dishes lately, and I've been cooking with demons. Here's the result."

"Are you insane..."

"Unfortunately. My wife is going to make it delicious."

Losing words to Congis' answer, me and the champion.

Isn't this arranging fed up, is it coming to kill you?

"I don't remember being resented by your wife."

It's not for poisoning.

I answer instantly, but I see a shade in that look. You say that in your mouth, but if they put something like this on the table, you'll suspect it.

"By the way, does your wife eat this?

"That's... eating flat."

"Ugh, you know what?

"What... really?

Face-to-face with the champion, he frowned and expressed himself incomprehensibly.

Maybe I look the same.

I make sure the smell came out pretty good thanks to the full window opening, then I move closer to the dreaded container.

The odor has been blocked thanks to the "junction" activated by the aggressive, so there is no longer any effect of bad odor.

Otis will have been hit by the intense odor impact, but it doesn't look like a big deal.

Glancing into the container with pale expectations, there was - a hole connected to the demonic realm.

No, that can't be true, but I can only describe it as so.

I don't understand what ingredients it's possible to use. Purple sticky sauce? is just surprising that it is laid down, but for some reason bubbles and bubbles are bursting.

There is a circle in the center of the sauce that can only be described as a poisonous swamp. It's like an empty big hole in the ground, from which countless tentacles and hands and feet are about to crawl out.

Could it be something that burned the hands and feet of a small animal? Tentacles are pasta...... is that it?

"This is black magic..."

"The happiness of paradise, it seems. Let my wife tell me."

Behind me stunned, Kongis, who stood at some point, squeaks like he's tired.

Paradise? Huh? Not only does this require 'cooking' skills, but 'art' as well.

"Maybe your wife is a resident of the demonic world?

"It's human! Probably... I'm sure..."

You lose confidence while you tell them to yell away, your voice faints and disappears.

He seems to have begun to worry for real, leaning his neck and roaring.

"Be confident there. That's it, it just smells and looks like shit, and the taste can't be that bad."

No, no, if this tastes good, you can sell all your skills for free. It can never be.

In fact, you assured me that Congis was not delicious.

"I just want to say one thing. I'm not going to die. Yeah, I'm not gonna die."

If anyone can be relieved to say that with a sad face, I suggest you go to the treatment center.

After seeing this molding, I felt safe not to die. I was afraid of myself for a moment. That's about right, this dish... it's a terrible dish to call a dish, but your level is unusual.

I even feel like my spirit is going to be shredded, even if I'm just looking at it this way.

"If you're not dying, there's no problem. I've eaten meat from demons many times."

That's what I said, throwing the sole into my mouth with a spoon of luxury.

That's the guy with the 'rigid' skills. Don't flinch at things.

It was in my mouth and where I started chewing...... the pitch stopped moving.

"Um, champion. What's the matter, sir?

She said she spoke up, but she hasn't responded. I don't want my hands, feet, or mouth to be slight.

Eyes staring into the void...... you don't have black eyes. He's peeling off his white eyes and fainting.

"Well, here's what happens. I'm getting used to it gradually, so I can stand it critically. But this is what happens when you talk about the first, evolutionary dishes."

The smudging and snorting congis made me look so pathetic.

So this guy's 'poison resistance' level is high...

How about reopening this already and selling it out as a poison?

"I see, I finally get it. But when we get here, we're beyond the dimension of poor cooking. Isn't there some kind of negative skill? Didn't you show me your skill certificate?

A skill certificate is a certificate with your skills issued by the Temple. This is also superior in confidentiality because letters do not float unless remembered with the person grabbing the certificate.

"I asked you to think about it too and show me a little skill certificate... You're resisting. He said he'd never show it."

This is getting weird.

Even in the general household, by the age of ten, you will have undergone an 'appraisal' to grasp your skills. If you're a poor neighbor, it could be that you haven't looked into it before.

"Excuse me, but the fact that your wife was in an environment where you couldn't get an 'appraisal'"

"It can't be. Identity is solid. It's an introduction to someone I know."

Does that mean you don't want to show your skills?

Then the solution is easy.

"Then call your wife because we're having a home party here tomorrow. In doing so, I'll look into your daughter-in-law's skills in my appraisal."

"Come on, don't make up your mind."

"Isn't that nice, it's for your friends"

"Sorry, Leondold. I'll pay you back next time!

I lost to a friend who asked me to worship both hands together, and the champion gave me permission.

This will solve it tomorrow. Skills of undesirable effects - aka, if you have negative skills, it's just a story to buy away.

I have also bought quite a few cooking skills, so I have no problem with selling them a little bit.

Let's say, then, that tomorrow's dishes will serve the supreme dishes due to my 'culinary' skills, as the cost of the place.

The next day, I worked with the servants at the champion's mansion to help decorate and cook and make it perfect by the scheduled time.

"Collector, it was a brilliant arrangement. I was pained by my immaturity as a butler."

"As a maid of honor too, I will do my chores more seriously and honestly!

"This time it's a nasty loss, but I'll be brushing my arms more by the next time I see you. So take the culinary battle again!

Deacon, maid and cook are surrounding me to praise me.

It's like I honestly had a squid because that's what I did with the skills I bought from people. That much praise makes me feel sorry for you.

I'm not used to these exchanges no matter how many times I repeat them.

You're blending in with the servants in half a day.

The champion who was picking out the dishes before he put them on the table looked at me and smiled at my mouth.

"It's a blessing of skill."

"I'm sorry. You didn't force me to take it. If it's a skill you've negotiated and bought yourself, it's your strength."

"That's the thing about you, isn't it? Thank you."

I get most of my abilities. Therefore, most of those who have lost the battle will scold with cowardice.

People who admit it like champions are rare.

"Dear Leondold, Collector......, Guests are now visible."

I'm sorry. It's hard to tell a collector.

I don't mind being a collector because I've decided not to reveal my real name, but that doesn't seem to be the reason.

"Well, let me show you his wife."

"Sounds like fun"

I have a little more fear than curiosity.

Even if someone who makes something like that was beautiful, I'm scared the other way around.

Oh, I'm sorry to bother you.

"You, be a little more polite. Sorry to bother you."

It was a young woman who came in alongside Congis.

Long hair put together by a hair fastening flushes forward from the shoulder, a thin, tidy brow. Remarkable nostrils are clear, thin red lips. There is no spot on white skin.

Not a remarkable beauty, but a woman with no shortcomings. Sometimes elegant, congis lining up next door makes me look like a rough guy as a contrast.

"Somehow, you look like a sober daughter-in-law. Stick, don't look good, or do you want to have it? Did you do something criminal and force him to take it away?

"It's a waste, isn't it?"

I accidentally leaked the truth out of my mouth.

"Whoa. It's a proper romantic marriage! Compassion!"

"Yeah, right. Instead, I fell in love and forced myself."

I couldn't believe it, but I didn't lie about my "psychology" skills.

Whatever the moon may be, Sex Shakespeare is still an area of mystery and incomprehension.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Leondold, his bad friend."

"My husband is taking care of me. This is my wife, Cerifeiri."

Don't get suspicious if I don't say hello, too.

In this case, I'll tell you the truth to a lesser degree than to spit a lie.

If you vomit a lie, you will have to lay more lies to protect that lie, and you may end up strangling yourself.

"Thank you, Master Leondold, for your help, I am a stubborn merchant. We do all kinds of buying and selling, please let us know when something comes in."

"Really? When my husband tries to buy something strange, stop it."

I never looked down on him because he was a merchant, and he gave it back well.

Diplomatic, isn't it a good wife?... so far.

Congis is about to beg you to appraise him quickly with his gaze. At this distance, it is possible to spot the opponent's skills and levels. Now, what skill structure is it?

There are five skills in all. Excellent category for numbers. What's at the heart... eh.

Two of them were skill sets, but the other three are outrageous. It is slightly above skill level 10. This is a surprise.

It doesn't seem like a big deal compared to the old sage who used to buy and sell, but the problem is the content of that skill.

The three are "originality" 18, "taste tone dementia" 25, "makeup" 27.

I don't know... I don't have a word for this.

Don't "originality" make that too unique culinary sense? This skill grows as an artist when it falls to the better, but it's an example of rolling to the worse by the brilliant.

Another 'taste tone deafness' is as expected. You can say this is the cause of everything. Even this, somehow, will make her cooking at an edible level.

And the reason your wife didn't show her skill certificate so hard would be her last skill, Makeup.

With this high level of 'makeup', it is also possible to transform your face like someone else. Perhaps the makeup removed face is so transformed that it is indistinguishable from the current face.

Even if you were born with 'makeup' skills, you rarely have high skills so far. It would be the result of her use and refinement of her skills.

I was afraid that Congis, my husband, would find out about it. Think of it that way, it all goes hand in hand.

Should I talk to your wife before I teach this to Congis?

I manage to mislead a reminder from Congis during the party and approach his wife.

"I need to talk to you about skills. I'm in a separate room over there, so get out of here."

That much whispering in my ear changed my expression.

I dropped the glass I was grasping at so much agitation that my maid is rushing to clean it.

I moved to the room first and watched the sky through the window for a while and the door opened quietly.

"I've been waiting for you. Now, go inside."

"Yes......"

He has a sad look. You seem to mistake my statement for a threat.

Though to get him out quickly, he should have thought a little more and made a statement. We need to do something about that misunderstanding first.

"Shinshin"

"Shut up about this to your husband! Please!

Faster than I apologize, I started kneeling on the floor and begging.

This is an unforeseen development. I didn't mean for you to do that.

"No, I'm not threatening you."

"If I need money, I'll make it as available as I can! So to my husband! To my husband!

Being so desperate means I'm seriously trying to protect my life right now. Congis seems to be making a name for himself as an adventurer now, after making excellent and rough money as a fighter.

That's how he lives a wealthy life. If I don't want to let go of it, I'm going to reveal it to Congis.

But she is.

"I don't want that guy to hate me. I don't want that guy to know who I really am and dump me...... that's it!

I was seriously afraid Congis would hate me. That comes from words and deeds, without having to check the results of 'psychology'.

From talking about doing something about cooking, how did this happen?

Should this be kept quiet, or should we talk?

Personally, even if I let you fall in love with a face made of makeup, if you don't show perfection in front of them, I think that's fine with your face.

But what Congis thinks because this is a personal opinion is a different story.

Besides, the reason your wife is wearing makeup is because she wanted to show her beauty.

My 'clairvoyance' skills are watering down just makeup to show me her true face.

"You're hiding burn marks on your face with makeup."

"Duh, how could you do that!

He says it's stunningly hidden with makeup, but he holds it down to cover the right half of his face.

I could see clearly in my eyes the marks of someone who was ugly and burnt, which accounted for half of my face.

"Because I own 'Clairvoyant' skills"

"Really... You're being spotted, everything. Yes, there are major burn marks I sustained at an early age. This is what caused me, and I've always been single and determined to live. That's how I met my husband, and I fell in love with him."

I seriously fall in love with him with a tough face like a beast...... Each person's taste, you shouldn't talk there. Whatever. Your wife is the owner of 'originality' skills.

"As far as I'm concerned, you can keep quiet."

"No...... Spit out your thoughts. I've figured it out. Now I am very happy. But the anguish of being deceiving my husband was always with me. It's just the right opportunity. I'm going to tell you everything and I'm going to make a decision."

As disturbing as it was earlier lies, a calm wife is there.

Mmm, this guilt is tough. If this is going to fit in the original sheath, then one couple's obsession disappears and it's all hail, but when it comes to the worst unfolding...

Do I turn to follow my wife with my skills if I have to?

Thinking about that, and being silent,

"Let me talk to you."

The door opened up vigorously and Kongis came aboard.

Will you be intruding at this time?

In fact, I knew in "Sign Detection" that your wife was too upset to close the door properly, and that Congis and the champion were listening from across the door from the middle of the story.

I've decided I'd rather hear your wife's true story than I do.

"Ah, you..."

He still has a weak voice that seems to disappear, and his wife is staring at his husband.

Kongis has a musty look with his arms together. At first glance, you look angry, so your wife is frightened...

"Serifeiri, don't underestimate me. You thought I was the kind of man who cared about your burn marks. Though wounds would be the medal of life. I like everything about you. I'll love you for burn marks."

I assure you so, Congis, for the first time since I met him, I looked like a man.

Her wife is holding her mouth, tearing up. I guess those are soothing, zero fallen tears.

I grinned and shrugged my shoulders as I looked at the champion.

Leave the two of you in your room and we'll head back to the party venue where the treats are lined up.

One case settled on this. Discussions about skills should only be settled. Shall we celebrate here?

"So what about cooking?"

"Your wife's cooking arm is fine, but 'Taste Tone Dementia' is the problem,"

Later, I was consulted again by Congis, so I decided to teach her your wife's skills.

However, I am not going to teach you about 'originality'...!

Nothing.

"Ever since you uncovered your troubles, they've become more sweet than ever. She's cute, she's cute, she can't help it! I want kids soon, too. I said you didn't have to wear makeup in front of me. I said," I want to be beautiful in front of you. "Ahhh! My wife, you're too cute!

And that's not because I was so proud of your wife earlier.

"My wife wants me to eat something delicious, too. Can you buy it out because she wants it?

"Yes, I understand. It's a skill that's pretty powerful and I don't see any benefits, so I'm going to charge you, okay?

"Ouch. It's for my lovely wife. I'll give you as much as I can!

Instant instant execution? Beta, you're in love.

So, suppose I go buy it? However, I'll leave you with 'Taste Tone Dementia' level 1.

If it's about level 1 depending on your efforts, you should be able to overcome it in less than a year.

Because cooking and life, with a little spice, would be better exciting without getting tired of it.