A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

The day is also about to go deep, when the cool wind blows in the evening.

The slaves quietly enter the installation work.

A powerful slave is letting him engage in the task of borrowing stalls from the Merchant Guild and assembling them in this slum district. The location is set up for the border between Oasis and Slam streets.

Other slaves ask for the use of meat from butchers, water from Oasis Street, bread buying, alcohol buying, etc.

Yes, we're going to sell about 50 meat stir-fry for people in this slum town right now, and see how much we can sell.

"Lutz, it's just practice."

"... Yes"

I tell Rutz as I carry the sauce to the stall. Faced like a death row prisoner who no longer comes to the execution, he is pale in the face and calm in breathing.

"Come on, they're done setting up stalls, and we're gonna warm up the iron plate."

"Yes..."

As I pulled the oil, I realized I couldn't stop laughing inside. It will definitely work, I am sure of myself for no reason.

(One and a half gold coins. If you fail, this will just be a little extravagant dinner for the slaves. But at the successful dawn......)

If you succeed, you will be able to earn as much as a whole slave. Specifically for one Lutz.

"Come on, Lutz, we're gonna fry the meat"

"Yes, sir"

Finally put the meat on the iron plate and start cooking.

That smell of roasted buckwheat and meat and that sound of gravy and oil coming out and bouncing on the iron plate spread.

It was at such a time that the slums looked back at what was going on.

"Meena"

"... Yes"

He was a meena with a pretty dark look like a cry, but when he stood up on the spot, he created the sales smile perfectly.

"Everybody! How about meat dishes -!? The fatigue of the day also blows away, delicious meat dishes! Oh, my God, 50 copper coins!

The figure was a stunning one that didn't even show signs of depression until just now.

(I mean, why were you depressed? No. Whatever the reason, I'll have to take care of it later. That's not good)

With that in mind, I fry the meat on hand and finally get tangled with sauce and start cooking.

That fragrant smell when baking soy sauce combines the aromas of rich garlic and sesame oil to create a very straightforward appetite-stimulating smell.

That went so well with the smell of meat that it made me want to eat it working by accident.

(oh my appraisal skills are really great)

The ability to build this grilled meat sauce is also a skill in appraisal skills.

From the advanced search function, I searched for [seasonings] in detail, and there was a sauce of grilled meat in the seasonings that appeared on the list. It was the neck that needed soy sauce and miso to make this happen, but it was truly a shame to find it.

(Yes, this sauce of grilled meat can't possibly go with meat)

The crystal of modern science, it may be too much, but this sauce of grilled meat should undoubtedly taste better than anything else in the world seasoning of this' fantasy tale '.

Anyway, everything is perfect.

Soy sauce. Mix this with lemon and vinegar into pong vinegar, place the radish grate over the meat cooked with the garlic and sprinkle the pong vinegar from the top.

That's it, the meat dishes are done already.

In addition, to make it a little more intense sauce rather than pong vinegar, mix more garlic, plant miso, mix with soy sauce and mince to make the soy sauce flavor sweet and spicy and warm in a pan.

The flavour that comes into being is intense but harmonious. The aroma of sesame oil on the accent and the refreshing aftertaste of the apple make this sauce of grilled meat not too persistent.

(You know, I can smell it coming to my body this straight. Three heavy aromas from garlic, sesame oil and grilled soy sauce that you guys had never tasted before, eating meat deceptively with salt and pepper or something)

I stopped that hand from cooking meat and looked forward.

Only one, there was a floater who came as if he were frightened.

I thought for a moment only that you had the gold, but as far as Meena's response goes, the gold seems to hold on tight.

Finally one fell. When the first comes, it's only a matter of time before the second and third come.

"Yes, this one's in meat and bread! Please wipe the gravy from the iron plate with bread before returning it to us."

……

The vagabond seems to have noticed Rutz. And he whispered, "Oh, so it's fifty copper coins," leaving a profound word.

It was precisely at that time that Rutz's hand stopped for a moment.

"Rutz, work. Hold your hand and I'll think of something extra."

"Yes..."

On top of the words, it was Lutz trying to do his best, but it seems like one of the words just now came to my heart.

I feel like I hit my heel and iron thong on the iron plate more often.

(... after all, is even the vagabonds prejudiced in the cooking of the devil tribe)

I refreshed my mind as to whether this was a deep-rooted issue, but at that time I was surprised to hear out loud.

"Delicious!"

Well, I looked at Lutz.

Rutz, once again, had his hands stopped. He was stunned and solidified when he looked at the customer the whole time.

"What is this! Delicious!"

Lutz was nailed to a drifter who was busy eating while standing.

"Hey, it's only one meal."

……

"Don't rest your hands."

……

Lutz's reaction was about right. It just seemed like he was obviously just concerned about the trend of the first guest, and at last he was looking out until he finished eating and wiped off the iron plate with bread and ate it.

……

"Look, Lutz, you're gonna be busy right now."

If you're aware.

An earlier drifter said, "Yum! Two people watching me scream," I observed this shop still.

Eventually it was only a matter of time before I could smell it or line up in front of this store.

"See, this is how people come, Lutz"

……

Lutz didn't talk from earlier.

I was just quietly moving my hand over the iron plate as I noticed.

(Well, okay. Must have been a shock to Lutz)

I smiled from the side when I saw how Lutz was doing.

(Unbelievable)

Rutz kept asking himself, stirring the meat on the iron plate for a while.

(What was that?)

Didn't I just say that Lutz tasted the roasted meat?

At least that looked like it to Lutz.

If you notice, there is a crowd at the store, and about ten people are gathered at the outdoor store.

"... are you okay with this"

"Yes, because we sterilize our hands nicely and treat the meat properly!

I was thrown a surprise glance.

I knew it, right, in my cold head.

"... it does taste good"

And delicious, people who praise it.

Inside it's like, "One more time, please!" and even appear to those who ask for it.

(What is this?)

The Demons are roasting meat.

People who are not surprised by it and throw tough words.

Yet, if you say so, line up praise with "savory".

(I want to escape, but I want to make it)

Conflicting thoughts were born in Lutz.

The pity that I, the Demons, should not have cooked in front of this iron plate, is still annoying me, and the despicability that I would like to be cooking more when I look at the people who say "delicious".

"Move your hands more, Lutz. Your guest."

Your guest.

To my husband Toshiki, who accentuates the words all the more, Lutz turns his head white.

(Is this cooking?)

Lutz moved his hand like a machine as it was.

(Is cooking so spicy...?

Lutz nowadays, his mind is not fully functional. I'm just feeling restless and frustrated by the feeling of unreality like I'm badly awake, dreaming, feeling dizzy.

A gaze that makes Lutz feel dirty about being a demon. A curious gaze at the rarity of the Devil Nation cooking. The gaze of physiological aversion that demons are touching what enters people's mouths.

People in line. People who eat like that. Savory and joyful words.

Finally a dish made with my own hands. Cooking that I had given up on not being able to make. The cooking of others that I didn't think about.

Whether it was joy or suffering, Lutz was just being shown in the confusion of emotions that couldn't be helped.

Feeling like he was faced with something so big that he couldn't help but want to escape, Rutz made a dish that he didn't even know if he wanted to or didn't want to make without feeling realistic.

(... shall I give up)

In the mood for frustration, words crossed my brain that I should give up.

(... can you give up?

Lutz was aware of the fact that his eyes were nailed to the Guest who was about to eat them.

(... 'If you can give up, it's not a dream'. If you can give up, it's not a dream...)

Before the impending two choices, Lutz became frightened and had to move his hands.

At that time, one customer barked.

"Ha! Can you eat meat made by demons!