The Skill Maker

A white giant white stone chamber.

There was a large, long table and twenty chairs in the center of it.

And 18 of them capable men, with 18 of them sitting at their own will.

I hope they will name it.

in other people' terms

"Crrrrrrrrr..."

a man three meters tall and covered with a black helmet

The strange man's eyes, with four arms, were now firmly fixed on a single pile of papers in his hands. a reflection of his pupils It was a young man with black hair with a grin on his face. A seemingly insignificant, plain-looking, human-shaped intellect.

But rumors have it that this is the one who smashed Rad, one of the Red Alliance officials.

That's a horrible perfection. Even with all his knights and 30,000 troops.

"Is it true that Rard was hit by this guy here? It's called I."

a man with a low voice of the Beast and all sorts

The old man next to him giggled and burst into laughter at his words. A short, crooked old man named. He smiled gruesomely, glistening ten eyes on the tip of his finger.

The golden-colored glistening teeth somehow make the eyes frown.

"Hoo-hoo, Hamut. You're interested in him, aren't you? Well, it means he's pretty strong. It's only natural to attract your war-mad attention."

But the moment the old man's words are over.

I heard a snort coming from the opposite side.

A beautiful girl lying back with her twisted legs on the table.

She shook her head from side to side and laughed.

The girl's eyes in a red tentacle dress were glistening with unusual madness.

"Well, wouldn't that be like Rad anyway? In the first place, he came all the way up here with his baby hairs. Now you tell me you've had it. No one is agitated."

"...well, that's true. There's a lot of scumbags out there trying to get a senior job anyway."

"Hey, get off the table right now! What the hell are you doing in front of the boss, you saucy bastard!"

a girl whose tongue sticks out at the point of a cloak named

Iliana raised her middle finger and provoked Del.

At the same time, her tentacle dress also lifts the middle finger.

"It's up to me. Would you like to play me if you want to?"

"What a rotten girl..."

Quaaaaaaang!

The moment Dell's fists and the girl's energy flew at each other.

A water-borne alien crossed his arms with an X-car to stop the two men's attack.

Su-in of one eye who easily blocked the attack of two people with his palm. The tiger man pushed their arms back to their original places as if nothing had happened. In a nonchalant manner, as if there was no feeling, even though Iliana and Dell were frowning to the point of shaking.

"Yes? Well, was there a man of this name among those who made a name during the war? I can't remember exactly."

" ... instigate the people in eseuteubalde I smashed the Clan, led by man. He's an enemy to me."

The man who opens his mouth next to Kurkunta.

It was the master and master of mineral magic of the Clan, which is now extinct. A person who was promoted to executive rank by donating large quantities of Hermantium ore to the Union. Well, there's a rumor going around that your skills aren't as bad as your skills, but... Still other executives were treating him as a fool for losing Clan.

At Harman's words, the young man with his eyes sitting at the end of the table giggled and burst into laughter.

He crumpled the paper from the list in front of him and threw it back.

with an air of no concern

"I can't care less about a fly like this. It doesn't matter right now. Isn't that right, boss?"

The moment when as many as eighteen cadres turned their heads at the opposite end of the table in unison.

Their gaze caught the sight of one character at once.

A calm-looking man sitting calmly in the shadows.

a middle-aged man with a sharp, dignified appearance

A well-grown short beard is impressive.

The boss of a coalition of tens of millions of Red Skilled People.

by name

He nodded slowly.

"Leave the processing of the figures on the black list to the fields. I'll kill every single one of them."

"Okay, boss."

Rather, I got a call from the side as of yesterday. They say the local janitors are trying to fight the plague in earnest. Maybe he's trying to find a cure by ordering a super large."

"Oh? Is that true?"

"They finally..."

Only then are the Red Skills showing interest.

The bilimantes, who are always lukewarm, are actively seeking outside help. This issue was not something that could be overlooked. The plague, Versus, should not be over yet. The damage from the bilimantes had to spread further in order to complete the confrontation in their favor in the future. It was by no means acceptable for all of these incidents to end at this level.

Girga, the man of thread, raised his arms and shrugged.

When I thought of the powerful men who wanted to survive, I was filled with laughter.

"But can they find a cure for him? In the first place, Bers..."

"Shush. It won't hurt to be thoroughly prepared anyway."

Dame smiled calmly, spewing cold and chilly cold air.

The rebellion of the weak is always pleasant. It's a kind of game to push and kill bugs.

If a fly flies around in front of you, it will be annoying.

Well, we can kill them all if we get settled.

"Well, then what should we do? How do we get in the way of the talented? How can we get them out of this world and imprint our fears into our bones again?"

The moment the boss Dame question popped up.

A woman standing on his right stood up somewhat.

As entered in the program, the punishment against hostile forces was always fixed.

The first is failure, the second is depletion, the third is cardiac arrest.

And in order to do that, there had to always be the best or the stage.

The woman smiled expressionless. And what popped out of her mouth was the voice of an eerie machine.

[Let's accelerate the spread of Berth. So they don't even have a chance.]

"...how do you say that?"

The woman laughed. And the hair of a woman who deftly splits at the moment.

And the moment I saw the grotesque figure of the metal brain that was revealed inside.

The executives' faces were distorted.

a sight that will never be seen

The woman smiles white.

With a split head.

[Direct.]

A fluffy, smooth, glossy shell.

White flesh with a slight touch of gold and soft rich pulp.

The sweet scent and sweet and sour taste that spreads in the mouth with a bite.

For me, apples have always been the best food.

But this delicious apple... Why do people make this crap out of you?

Why can't these idiots understand the important fact that apples are real apples when they're eaten?

I was saddened to see the endless delivery of apple pies in the kitchen.

I can't believe precious apples are being wasted as ingredients for such useless food. If the apples had a mouth, I would have saved them at all costs. But the apology was just an apology, and they accepted fate.

Like that, the Apple pie shop was full of customers.

Lena burst into laughter at my face.

She was currently tasting apple pie over tea.

"Sometimes, Minhyuk is unique. You like apples, but you don't like apple pie."

"...yes, it's taste. Please respect me."

Now I was out in the city of Estvalde with Lena.

As I said before, the place where talented people live together was not much different from the place where ordinary people live together. The able men also have powerful powers, and neither have they been a pack of human beings with emotions, nor do they think only about blood, war and monsters 24 hours a day.

No, rather, as adventurers who usually enjoy battles and destruction, they also wanted to enjoy as much comfort, happiness and relaxation as possible during their breaks. So it was built in the Estwalde fortress. A space run by the mainlanders and the fallen powers. It was crowded with all kinds of food and culture that existed in the universe. This apple pie store was also one of the famous restaurants around here.

"Please bring me an apple pie."

"Two more apple pies here, please!"

Flurping.

I frowned as I sipped a bitter cup of tea called .

It is said that the fruit that grows only in the Kandulas planetary system is made from ingredients. Glurios trees were open throughout the Estwalde region, and this one was famous far away as a local specialty. It's literally a long, but it's a gluriosum that gets stuck in your feet.

But nevertheless, the reason why the glurios fruit is recognized as a precious tea.

It is said that only through the speed of a raccoon called a raccoon can one be recognized by people as a true raccoon. Lena explained that the Anchala raccoon, which devoured the glurios fruit, gives off a unique gallbladder juice during the digestive process, when the fruit is affected by the juice, the sweet water melts and the bitter water is evenly drained.

In other words, it was made from raccoon feces.

Sigh.

Why do people like this?

It's the same on Earth and here. I can't understand women's taste.

Not only was it tea, but it was even a favorite tea for the queen of fish. After she came out here and tasted the glu, she fell in love with it, and seemed to have the intention of importing in large quantities when a hub was connected to the liver.

So... this was what I was doing right here.

"Master! How do you like the tea I made?"

"...delicious."

It's actually dirty.

I breathed a small sigh as I looked at Cerdiana, dressed in a short apron and a made dress.

A red hair braided in pigtails, and a top showing the breastbone through the lace.

A beautiful skirt, short but elegant, mixed with black and white.

And below that... slender legs

Flurping.

a gulp

Now she was catching the eyes of all the men present in this store.

Cerdiana got a job at the Apple pie store three days ago to learn how to cook the flavor of the dish.

You learn how to make Estvalde's tea in exchange for a week's free work.

So he decided to serve in the hall for a few days.

In fact, the reason we came here today was because of Cerdiana's invitation.

Hermantium's research has progressed considerably and is taking a break to cool down the head.

She contacted me, saying she would show herself working skillfully.

Research at night, part-time job during the day.

He's diligent, too.

In fact, Cerdiana's appearance has led to a huge increase in male customers.

For the store, hiring her would not have been a bad choice.

Nevertheless, the reason why I can't help but smile bitterly.

It was because of Cerdiana's way of entertaining guests.

"Excuse me. Please bring me an apple pie here."

"You're not even a bug. Who are you giving orders to now? No one but the master can command this Cerdiana."

"......"

Uh-huh?

Excuse me? Excuse me?

Mr. Cerdiana?

Part-time queen (1) The end.

by world manners

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