A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

Once you roll it out to Oasis Street, you'll see the difference in air.

People are ten times more vibrant and loud with the sound of people walking. It can't be a slum street.

In the meantime, I was negotiating with the butcher's dick. Negotiation to keep the meat in the vault until the same day in exchange for buying it in bulk.

He just said, "Well, I don't mind, but instead, don't give it back or anything."

Nothing else in particular. The business talks came together better than I thought, and there doesn't seem to be any problems at all. Perhaps that and this is due to the negotiation Lv.1 (which grew from Lv.0).

"Thank you! I'll pick you up later."

"Fine... nothing. Tomorrow, even though it's not a flea market or anything, is it okay to just buy this?

"It's okay, because I'm aiming to sell 50 meals to try tomorrow"

The butcher's jerk made a look that looked suspicious, but he agreed, "Well, then buy it." It would be weird if I tried being a jerk, because I'm going to stall for the flea market, and I'm going to try and sell you as many as fifty meals for that culinary practice, I can't believe it.

At least Oasis Street might know, but he said he would sell 50 meals in Slam Street. It's not a sanity shack.

"Thank you. As promised, I'll keep it here, so you can pick it up when you want."

"Yeah, I'll see you later"

I bowed my head deep down at the store and then I tried to hit my next job buying condiments.

I was on my way to an outdoor store dealing with condiments and I said, "Um, okay?" It was precisely at that time that I heard it with a strange face.

"What's up, Lutz?

"No, I thought your husband seemed to have a great nose or eyes"

"Oh, is that why you found the good and the bad of meat?

Lutz nodding "yes" next door.

In fact, when sorting meat in the butcher's shop, I showed him my appraisal skills in the name of building his cooking skills: "Lutz, I'd rather leave the meat over here, train your eyes so you can tell for yourself".

At that time, there was only a little experience in Lutz's cooking skills, so this shouldn't have been in vain.

"This is, like, a trick to spot."

"Really?

"Oh."

And I thought back to the description of the meat on my appraisal skills. An advanced search with appraisal skills often tells us that savings are written, "This is bad meat because the tactile feel pressed with my fingers over the leaves is tense" or something.

Show off some of these savings.

Must have been valuable information for Lutz.

"Your husband."

"Hmm?"

"... no, it's nothing, yes"

I didn't mean to atrophy it.

I got to the condiment store while I was at it anyway.

My conscious brother notices me and says hello.

"Hey there!

"Excuse me, I need the right seasoning to fry the meat."

"Oh, how about some black pepper around here, then?

That's what the store owner said and showed me a variety of seasonings, spices.

There are quite a wide variety of types that we deal with. On the other hand, the price is a little tight, but considering what I'm about to do now, it's quite helpful that as far as I'm concerned, I can bargain a lot of varieties.

"Lutz"

I whisper to Lutz.

"We're going to sort the spices now, so we're going to try to identify them by ourselves."

"Uh, yes."

All right.

Feeling Lutz pay attention to me, I calmly look at the seasonings, the spices, one at a time, and come up with a plan.

(... hmm?

That's when the seasoning that I accidentally shut my eyes on existed.

[Name: soy sauce] It was the black liquid in the bottle, and probably that soy sauce I know for sure.

I must have been out of line and frozen.

After a while I said, "Your husband? 'Cause I was relieved until Lutz called.

(... unexpected! I was going to compete with garlic, salt, black pepper and basil spices, or curry powder spices...... soy sauce! If you have soy sauce!

I couldn't stop my throat ringing.

(That means there's soy sauce!

I have soybeans. If you are seasoned with soybeans, you have miso.

And in fact, there was miso.

(Soy sauce and miso! It's a miracle! All I can say is a miracle!

I suppressed my feelings and couldn't help but tell Lutz.

"... Lutz, it's settled"

"Oh, what is it?

"Use that exotic delicacy, soy sauce and miso"

Moments later, Lutz was surprised, alternating between my face and the price tag.

"Huh! But isn't it expensive! Even though the original seasoning is not a fool's price, if you buy this, uh..."

"Oh, you're just going to spend 30 more silver coins, aren't you? The profit per sheet went from 40 to 30 copper coins and the norm only went from 250 to 330 meals. Can't you afford it?"

"Thirty silver coins is equivalent!? Oh, or are you going to buy thirty sheets of this!?

I thought you always spoke in a way that was difficult to understand, but only when you said this, you shouted.

"Of course I have a secret plan. When it comes to grilled meat, it's grilled meat. Soy sauce, cooking liquor, miso, garlic, sesame oil, combine flavors around here to aim for grilled meat sauce"

"What's a hard sauce! Um, I don't plan and spend at all with the first one!?

"Excuse me, brother! This one and this one, please! And then there's this and this, and..."

"Oh, you're not listening to me! I mean, haven't you added more than 30 pieces of silver coins!?

Soldiers respect awkward speed. Slowly falling is not the smartest thing. I knew Rutz would be worried, but it doesn't matter.

Whatever it was, I was forced to buy soy sauce and miso.

"Hey, husband"

"What's up, Hetty? When you get so angry, the beauty's face rots. Laugh."

"Why is the proposed budget for expenses increasing from one gold coin to one and a half gold coins...?

"Oh, I found something interesting with the spices I bought today."

"Hey, my husband......? Instead of opening a new dewstore and selling food because we don't have enough money...? We can't afford to waste much...?

"They're going to sell more! No, seriously! You're absolutely obsessed, too! I'll buy you a stall for the money you earned!

"... If you're going to buy a stall, why don't you start selling more...? Come on, can you mistake me for an easy woman...?

Although I have been back in the tent, I would like to add that there have been about two battles between me and Hetty.

Listening to this conversation may seem like I'm doing something right, but I'm not going to do anything right.... Well, I can't return very strongly on the question that it was good with curry powder.

I think if there is a "secret sauce" that shouldn't exist in this world, it will make it harder for stalls to show up to chase after us, so we can expect a profit monopoly. And we can even expect repeaters due to rarity. Would it be convenient to think too much?