The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

"Excuse me."

"I'm sorry."

Mr. Kowl and Mr. Lizzie bow their heads towards your father and me.

On the desk is a beautifully eaten plate.

He was also impressed by eating grilled rice balls.

By the way, knowing it was rice, Lizzie seemed to need a little courage until she ate it.

"Really?" Mr. Kowl said, eating immediately.

You should be a little more vigilant, though not Mr. Lizzie, right?

And when I told your father, he shook his head beside me for some reason.

"Fine. They looked delicious, so I made them too."

She finished eating beautifully when she also baked the remaining Merme.

What a pleasant meal.

It's just a skinny system against Lizzie, so I'm wondering where that massive amount of meat went.

"Actually..."

My spine stretches a little on Mr. Kowl's serious expression.

I kind of have a heavy feeling about this, but are you okay?

"It was about to fall into slavery with my family, and I was in a hurry at the store."

"Huh?"

Your father raises his voice to his surprise.

I didn't have a voice, but I feel the same way.

Slave fall?

"Well, both livestock and butchers are covered by debt."

I see.

Is that it?

Mr. Mayor gave you instructions, didn't he?

Didn't you have any help from that way?

"It's livestock led by the village chief, isn't it? Couldn't you ask for help?

Your father is missing polite words.

Did you freak out?

"The village chief was also in a pretty dangerous condition with this livestock..."

Your father sighs loudly at Mr. Kowl's explanation.

"You're gonna make it?

Twist your neck on your father's words.

What's "in time? ? What is it?

"Probably. So I have a favor for Mr. Ivy and Mr. Druid. Tell me how to cook by tomorrow"

Lizzie and Kowl rise out of their chairs and bow their heads.

I see that the adventurers around me have turned their gaze to this one.

"Please sit with your head up. I'll teach you how to cook right away."

Two people give my words a happy look.

"Um, by the time we got here, the two of us had a lot to think about. If it's a really delicious way to cook, try to make a firm contract."

Contract?

"Would you mind registering the pickled sauce as a commercial guild? So, you want me to focus on us?

Proprietary?

Does that mean Mr. Kowl and the others will handle the soaked sauce in one hand?

But not easy?

"I see. Once you've registered the pickled sauce, you'll find out if there's a similar sauce."

"I see" snorts at your father's words.

You also signed up for a commercial guild to find out if there were any other similar sauces for grilled rice balls, right?

I mean, they do the same thing if they're soaked, right?

But this is my first monopoly.

It's a start, right?

The grilled rice balls sauce isn't exclusive, is it?

Uh... I can't remember.

It was an amazing story about signing up for a commercial guild... oh, I had made a lot of decisions while I was thinking about it.

I felt like I told you something, but now I can't remember.

"Well, that doesn't mean I suspected Mr. Ivy."

Hmm?

"I'm just saying there was a lot going on when we opened the Melme store."

Could it also be a deceitful experience?

"I think it's a good way to sign up for a commercial guild and find out."

"" Eh!

Is that so surprising?

If you're in business, it's natural to find out if the product you're dealing with is really "safe".

If you can get "safe" by registering for a commercial guild, it's not a mistake for two people to ask for it.

"Do you feel bad or not?

Shake your head to the side of Mr. Lizzie's words.

As Lizzie turned her gaze to her father, his father shook his neck beside him, too.

Look at that. I can lose my shoulder strength, Mr. Lizzie.

Wouldn't you feel so nervous and sick after eating so much?

I have tea, but should I get some water too?

"Water, do you want to go?

"Is it water? No, it's okay."

Lizzie's stomach must be sturdy.

"Really?"

"Mr. Kowl, do you want to make a detailed arrangement?

Your father takes the soundproof magic item out of the tent and places it on the push machine with the button.

Now they won't hear the conversation around.

Nevertheless, it would be inconvenient not to have a desk with soundproofing items that my master gave me.

Is it time to come back after the maintenance?

"Uh, please"

I'm going to listen to your father, Mr. Kowl and Mr. Lizzie talk.

Register the cooking method and pickled sauce as the sauce in the commercial guild.

Once you have registered to see if there are any other similar sources, you will have an exclusive agreement with Mr. Kowl.

If you use sauce pickle sauce, you will do business with Mr. Kowl.

Is that it?

Maybe with a sauce of grilled rice balls?

... Well, okay.

All the stories we can do today are over, tea time for four.

Press the button on the magic item to stop the startup.

"How do you spread the word?

"I plan to rent a friend's stall. Because the friend is a little hurt and rested."

You seem confident, Mr. Kowl, that you will succeed.

"But the people in this village know what Melme tastes like, so worry about it if it works"

Lizzie looks worried.

It is true that in this village, the meat from Melme is famous for not being delicious.

You wouldn't believe me if I wrote that the street advertising complaint made it tasty.

I hope there's something hanging up.

During the grilled rice balls, the scent invited the children to gather.

Will you get together this time with fragrance?

No, I have strong enemies.

The wrapped roasted rappo smells really good.

Hang up...... I'm sure you'd change your impression if you ate even a bite.

"Oh, well, one bite!

"A bite?"

Mr. Lizzie looks at me strangely.

"Yes, I'm going to hand out a slice of Merme for a taste."

"Taste?"

"That's right. I only get one bite for free. If it was free, someone might want to give it a try."

People to people reviews are incredibly powerful.

When I was grilling rice balls, that was a tough one.

"That's good. If I look at the two of you today, I feel like there's a battle if I give you a bite to eat."

Father, this is not a battle.

When I look at Mr. Kowl and Mr. Lizzie, I'm a little embarrassed that you remembered when you were eating.

"I'm not always disappointed that way!

When Lizzie and I gazed at each other, they said with a desperate look.

Besides, Mr. Kowl erupts, and both me and your father laugh.

Is that it?

A lot of laughter?

When I look around, I see people in the group just the woman next door shaking their shoulders.

Apparently, he couldn't stand to laugh.

When I look at Lizzie, I'm stuck on my desk with a bright red face.

"I'm sorry. I heard you."

"No, it's fine. It's okay."

Lizzie replies with her voice trembling, but that's also inviting me to laugh.

"Apologies, where are the stalls?

"What? It's around the back of the boulevard, five too many corners"

"Okay. Since when can you eat?

Is that it?

Could you possibly come as a customer?

"Uh, go sign up for a commercial guild tomorrow, get permission there, so I guess I'll start tomorrow?

"Lizzie, I think you should put sauce pickles aside for a day, so I think you should start the day after tomorrow"

"It is. Okay, I'll start the day after tomorrow."

Hmm?

Miss Lizzie's face a little red?

With that said, you were drinking the alcohol your father bought you at dinner.

"You're going to eat"

"Absolutely, absolutely! Please!

Could you be a little drunk?

When I look at your father, he's smiling bitterly.

"Is Mr. Lizzie drunk?

"Oh, maybe. And that group over there."

Your father points to the desk of a group of women.

A large bottle of liquor when you look at it.

"The day after tomorrow, remember?

I was a customer because of it.