While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

While I was lost, their faces were slowly filled with confidence. In a nutshell, it was a Doya face.

Hard to say at last......

I can't help it, do you want to use backgammon?

I stood up on the spot.

"This battle - it's delicious, so we both win!

I'll do everything I can to get away from having a hard time winning either! I can't help it! I'm not cheating! 'Cause I know it hurts one of you, and I'm really lost in judgment!

"Dear Azsa, it..."

"Master, you're welcome to be merciless here"

After all, are you unhappy with the two of us? No, no, you can't do it mercilessly.

"You can't help it. This is a treat with a different concept. It's like deciding which one tastes better: omelette or fried chicken."

Nevertheless, I also know that I am dissatisfied, so I was thinking of measures.

"So how about selling this cookie in the village of Frata and deciding on that sale?

We're both decent about whether my suggestion was unexpected or not.

"Look, it's hard to make individual decisions because the taste direction is different, but if you're popular, you can make decisions, right? So why don't we fight?

"If your husband says so, there's no difference"

"I will prevail and show you the difference in strength!

Shit, now I don't have to be the bad guy.

Besides, this makes good sense.

Since Flattorte has increased to his family, he wanted the opportunity to introduce him to the village of Flata.

Bake and sell cookies and it would be pretty good as a first contact.

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At noon that day I went to the village and got permission to let the village chief use the empty house.

However, since many people do not shop in the morning and leave in the afternoon when it is a village, it was decided that the battle would be the next day.

I need to make extra for the sale, and it would be reasonable for a date.

By the way, a sweet sequin-like cookie with fried beans was more of a lycra. Originally it looks like it's made around a volcanic hot spring. Then, seriously, it comes from the same source that I cooked with Japanese carbonated water.

And the next day.

The "Cookie Shop Witch's House" opened in the village of Frata.

However, the name of the store is one, but the cookies are a different accounting. They both sell cookies in bags.

"Yes, it's a much better cookie than the one on the side!"

"Compared to the cookies on the side, it's also a silly tasty cookie!

Shall we both stop putting dis to the other guy in the publicity?

I have no responsibility for this, so I was distracted to see how it went.

By the way, as a referee, I'm drifting around the ghost rosary selling to see if there's any cheating.

"They're both really good, though. Blistering, Blistering"

Halkara had bought both cookies one bag at a time.

Farfa and Sharsha also take cookies from the bag and eat them all the time.

"Farfa is lucky to have more snacks."

"Right. Do you want me to keep making a lot of them?"

People were sparse at first, but I'm from the village of Frata, which jumps as soon as there's something to talk about, so I'm getting a twitchy crowd.

"Oh, at the witch's house. Now you're making cookies?" "Which, let me buy one at a time." "All right, let's get one of these."

Both cookies seem to be selling well.

And I feel like there's a lot of guys for selling cookies.

"Lycra's cuter, isn't she?" "The new one looks better like your sister." "Oh, you want to do it?" "You, Mr. Halkara, you're after me in the first place!

I see, is there such an idyllic popularity as well? Only girls live in our house.

But the woman with the same air was in line.

"If you're going to be my sister, you must be Lycra." "That kid's too bruised. I'd rather have a new kid." "Tails aren't bruises per se." "That kind of symbol is fine. As a sister, I'd rather have that tail."

Something tells me there are all sorts of sexuals in the world.

Indeed, they are both, cute, so it is not strange in itself that they become popular.

Lycra looked like she had just risen to junior high school for the purpose she saw.

Flattorte, on the other hand, looks a little bit better than that between high school and middle school.

From what I can tell, it feels like my oldest daughter, my two sisters, is working together, and this isn't bad.

"Ah, Master, you just looked a little bit gaudy right now"

Harkara pointed me out. Maybe they saw something extra......

"He looked the same as I did when I calculated that month's sales."

"You do, too."

"Oh, but as Mr Lycra, can Mr Frattorte's accession be a good stimulus?

Halkara said as she watched the two of them sell cookies.

True, sometimes it was because he was fighting, but also because Lycra's expression seemed more alive than usual.

"You're observing very closely."

"When I worked out the herbs over there, I thought it would be a good snack for my health and not sell them to health-oriented layers."

"Do you have a business!

But it could be really good to have someone to compete with. There is an expression of fighting against oneself, but humans can hardly fight against oneself. It's easier for the enemy to stay on the outside.

Earlier, I took the two as sisters, but maybe it's not a mistake either.

Cookies seem to have a good reputation, by the way.

"Because the cookies I just bought were delicious, my child told me to buy them again." "I tried them, but this is a purchase decision!

By the time I ate yesterday, I knew I could definitely go with this.

Just emptied a bag of cookies that Halkara had.

"Well, I'll buy another bag, side by side"

"Halkara's sister, two bags at a time."

You're so consumed just by your own house...