A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

Lutz watched the dance begin in front of him as he grilled the meat over the iron plate.

I think the beastly slave dancing with a spear now was named Meena, but her dance has something to keep an eye on.

Glossy. Flaming fierceness and swallowing enthusiasm. The spear glows sharply, ripping through the sky and poking at the void. The swirling spear movement is even rough.

Yet, the dancers were so supple that they didn't look alike. The aesthetic or glossy movement is expressed gracefully and loosely through the arms, body, and feet. Glossy enough to sigh, and confused as to whether he was tempting, dancer Meena was devoting everything to dancing.

(Awesome, too awesome)

Sakura slaves also perform enough to temporarily forget that they are Sakura and become enthralled. Some of them say they've seen her perform several times as a spear slave, but they stare to eat in.

Naturally, if there is a Sakura gathering of people, some people are interested in the gathering of people, give them a peek into their faces as to what the hell is going on, and then they are stunned by the rest of the dancing.

As a result, as that master Toshiki aimed, the performance served to bring people together.

(For this minute, I'm sure my meat will sell...)

Lutz thought back as he stirred the meat.

That husband, Toshiki, said, "Sorry, I have a promise to bring samples to the Ariosh Ongs," bringing some of the meat stir-fry over to Oasis Street.

As a result, only Hetty and Lutz, the sellers, were in this store.

(We're both Demons, but our legs never go down...)

After some queuing, Toshiki left the store to herself and Hetty. I mean, the people in the queue didn't want to come off the queue before they were already in line.

Plus, Sakura's slaves keep their queues in line for a little while. Thanks to this, the queue remains uninterrupted and has succeeded in inviting the psychology "if that's all in line, myself too".

It would also be huge that the seller is Hetty. Beautiful, loving, and with her upper body almost no different than a person's, she has no psychological resistance that far from a guest, even based on Karst's prejudice against the Demon Nation.

Few people thought the meat handed to her was unclean in this slum town.

But I still get a weird gaze.

Instead Lutz was exposed to people as good.

of the Demons, and it was just a gaze to say how insane it was for Orcs to cook.

Inside it's like, "I see! Even this much meat can be served cheaply if you let the oak cook, and will it be a topic of discussion," some customers left behind terrible words. The customer herself had trouble dealing with Hetty because she had a mouthful of praise (apparently mistaken that Hetty was the manager), but Rutz was scratched in the shadows.

(I wonder what it is. Is this what cooking is all about)

After a simple task, Lutz couldn't find his worth.

All the guests' voices about the food tasted like compliments to my husband, Toshiki.

So is that, because it was Toshiki who devised that recipe.

Advertising effect of using exotic seasonings such as soy sauce, miso, etc. Yet the taste becomes a habit. This perfect balance. Says it tickles my appetite perfectly until I smell it when I fry it.

It was the moment Lutz as a cook made a complete defeat. That Toshiki goes over himself in cooking, based on his propaganda strategy as a manager and so on.

Now I was merely a slave who moved as Toshiki ordered.

(... I want to cook my own food. own dishes, at least)

Lutz, who even performs the work on the iron plate, had his heart crushed without this.

Feels like you're at the furthest point from cooking while cooking.

(My cooking, at least...?

Moments later, Lutz was shocked by his words. What was I thinking now?

Would you not have liked to cook your own food now?

Would you have thought of quitting cooking because it's hard, not wanting to cook your own food?

"Hey, man."

Huh, Lutz was about to be in the mood for what he himself had in mind. Responding to the customer in front of me saying yes, I noticed who the customer was.

He was a serpent the other day.

The moment Lutz accidentally set himself up, but the serpent man murmured softly, "Take nothing and don't eat it," he said.

"I forgot to return the dishes."

"Oh, thank you"

Neighbor Hetty receives the dish that the serpent offers.

"And."

Now one evil look, a serpent man said a word.

It was delicious.

A serpent man turning his back "bye" as it were. Too much, thank you, I forget to utter the words of

It tasted good.

Sure, that's the last thing he said.

(... this is the dish, what is it)

That it is admissible.

Sashimi made with the appearance that I will see, meat that I cut imitating the approximate size, the dish that I am frying in this way, is recognized as tasty for people.

It was one of Lutz's delights.

(... I think. Even though I eat the same thing, I am a demon, and everyone is a human being. How can you be different from me when your body is made of what you eat?)

Now, Lutz is a lowlife.

It is the most despicable of creatures, the Orcs.

But here's what he always thinks. Yes, he said whoever is the only joy of eating is the same.

(... When I can be a joy for people to eat, I'm sure I can put an end to the grid I've had)

Second, I took another look at the view around me.

A bunch of people who are relieved of spear dancing.

Guests delighted with meat on their cheeks.

A lively view.

(If they show me this, I, I'm sure, this dream)

The rest of the words stayed inside Rutz without ever coming out.

Instead, it creeped deep into Lutz's heart.

That's exactly when it happened.

"- Barbarians, ready!

Lutz unwittingly collapsed into a shock from the side.

Arioshuong said with a pungent face, "Cayenne? Oh, it's bad you're not here," he flattened two samples.

When I asked him what he thought, he said, "I'm definitely going to go buy it again, keep it open," and he stabbed me in the nail.

That's how I ended up using the Adventurer Alliance, and I ran back to the store.

(I'll serve Cayenne something later, otherwise he'll definitely come back with something interesting at the booze place)

Probably a good Cathy story. No, no matter what you think, Ariosh's grandfather has decided to be bad, but he must be fortunate to smack this because he felt like he wanted to say something about me and Kathy and he couldn't help but say it.

That bastard, I didn't hear there was a peephole in that room.

(... hmm? That's noisy)

Run up close and notice signs of something.

Hetty clearly issued a decree saying, "Sell the meat only for a certain amount right now! Lutz, let him rest in the tent over there! Meena's going back to the dance one more time. It's okay, please continue!" and it's moving. It's not just a matter of time.

"What's up!

I'll scratch the crowd and go inside, too.

And I realize, there's no Lutz. You said give Lutz a break, or something, that something happened to him.

"Ah! Your husband! Good!"

"Briefly, please"

Hetty's face was a little blue, and somehow she seemed to panic, too.

Lutz was attacked.

"Attacked...?

"Whoever attacked him escaped. Luckily, Lutz doesn't have a deep wound either, I think. But..."

"... ok"

When I heard the minimum I needed from her, I turned to the customer.

"Gentlemen! I disturbed you earlier! There have been unexpected accidents, thank you for restarting normal business on this street! If you are a dancer, please wait while we pinch a few more breaks and resume selling meat as soon as you are ready!

(... Seriously, did that happen)

I felt unsettled inside as I bowed my head to the guests.

Lutz first. We have to see how cheap he is.