Weed began preaching as if he were a professional chef.
“The profit margin of high class cuisine is excruciating! Making more than enough is not optimal, and investing too much in ingredients is not recommended. But which is worse, letting the Masters suffer the death penalty without the foods or making them pay 5G per meal?”
“No sir, those choices are too tough.”
The Geomchis group generally was very poor, due to the fact the money they’ve gathered were used to change weapons or was invested in gears. And rather than hunting mobs for items, they killed one and went onto the next immediately to become stronger without a care for drops. The thrill was in the hunt; the tougher the challenge, the more they enjoyed the game.
So for them to have enough to pay for foods was an ordeal in itself.
“Between death penalty and the Masters, best to have them eat; therefore, we should get an abundance of inexpensive ingredients that we can.”
“But we only have 17 Saras, meaning we’re leaving a lot of people out to dry.”
“There maybe a way. Have the Pollock prices been dropping?”
“Hm? Their prices have dropped drastically from the original.”
“Get 2000(amount) worth. I’ll make Zara Soup with the Pollocks.”
“Wouldn’t their tastes be different?”
“Get as much spices, flavoring, and food coloring you can afford.”
Pretentious Zara Soup!
And its main ingredient was Pollack. Mapan’s eyes spun greatly, as his conscience suffered a damaging blow.
“I thought I’m not buying?” (spec *im not involve in this*)
Weed replied to dispel Mapan’s concern.
“There’s no such thing as an unfill part in a taiyaki.” (spec *the moment we started talking about this, we were in cahoots.*)
“……”
***
The feast was finished, and the energy level of the party grew, primary due to the increased strength and vitality of Weed’s cuisine; and the effects were heightened thanks to his advance stages in Dexterity. One can cook the foods from the recipes earned, but there wouldn’t be a homemade feel to them. Crafting foods with any kind of tools wouldn’t be a match to the base of every tool, the hands. Weeds made every part of the feast with his hands, down to the ingredients; and it was completely worth it from his party’s perspective.
Irene came.
“I enjoyed Weed-nim’s foods. But to make everything with your bare hands, is it a bother?”
“Doing so will make it more delicious.”
Irene agreed. Weed even mixed the seasoning by hands. And it seems by doing so, the effects were even more spectacular.
Irene sheepishly said.
“But when was the last time you’ve washed your hands?”
Of course, the question was a joke, but Weed offered a serious answer.
“A month ago; or it could have been two. Well, I don’t really recall….”
“……”
Irene, speechless, began shedding tears.
“Kkeoeoeok!”
“Zara Soup was delicious. Just as I had it before.”
“I want to eat this again some other time.”
“Now for the adventure.”
The innocent Geomchi rejoiced, while Mapan and Irene had a quiet conversation on the side.
“Mapan-nim, what other ingredients were made with the Zaras?”
“Well…actually, I traded in a lot of stuff we’ve collected and was still short.”
“We did give you our money.”
Pale interjected. He, along with Irene and Surka, handed Mapan their collected golds.
“In Weed-nim’s opinion regarding the products, he said to buy lots and turn them later for profits.”
“So you mean all of the money was used to get the ingredients? That’s too much for ingredients.”
“Yeah, they were cheap, but…”
“Where’d you get them?”
“In an alley.”
“An alley?”
Mapan paused for a moment, coming out of his hesitation, he said.
“It’s easier to believe they came from China…”
“Ahheuk!”
Irene flooded with tears.
Though the appearance of the dish seems appetizing, but knowing the actual ingredients may put you off the foods for good. The materials they’ve obtained were nearing their expiration date! They basically got anything of grade 3 or grade 4 qualities at an extremely cheap price and threw them onto the wagon.
Nevertheless, the Saras amongst all other craps mixed in the dish left a desirable aftertaste, as if to wash the junks away.
“Finally after the meal, the adventure begins.”
Weed got everybody to gather in one place.
Seureureung.
Sounded as Geomchi409 drew his sword.
“Keuheuheu! Finally its time.”
Geomchi15 gave a boisterous laugh.
“Dirty vamps, ima cut you up.”
Geomchis eyes all changed. Wielded their blades nonchalantly, with absolutely no sign of jitters; their mindset have been switched on to respond to any situations.
High Fighting spirits!
No longer were they scared of stronger enemies. If one had come, they’d be honor to rush into the battle head on; such were they ways sword wielding Geomchis.
Zephyr silently nodded.
‘Weed did well putting his faith in these people.’
It was extremely dangerous in the Kingdom of Vampires; since this was a first for anybody, anything could happen will happen.