To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

Chapter 464

Episode 464 The Increasing Number of Slaves (4)

Even the King’s Permission Has Been Lost.

Ray was spending time picking up food ingredients one by one in the royal kitchen.

“Because we’re not the ones who have to move anyway.”

In the current situation, even if you forcefully search for the culprit, you won’t find much.

It was more efficient to wait until the other side moved first.

“ha ha ha. It is said that His Majesty the King is contemplating issuing a special decree, but the Holy Son is relaxed.”

special order?

what else does that mean?

When one of the cooks spoke while carrying the ingredients, Ray asked back.

“His Majesty’s special order… What do you mean by that?”

“Did you not know?”

Rather, as if he was more surprised, the bearded chef asked back.

Of course I didn’t know.

The reason he sought the king in the first place was to solve his own business, not to say hello.

Moreover, it was all the more so because he had been busy taking care of the knights he had captured as prisoners the past few days.

Ray really didn’t notice, and the royal chef burst into laughter again.

“Uh ha ha ha. Didn’t the Holy Son make a lot of contributions to the Kingdom of Celia?”

If it was a ball, he set up a lot.

She supported Celia materially and even helped in the shadows without realizing it.

Is that all?

Externally, he prevented the war with the Devon Kingdom, connected it to the right, caught the black gangsters who had infiltrated Silia, and even ended the battle without damage in the small battle on the border.

The feat of capturing numerous prisoners of the Black Room had already spread widely to other countries.

But what does that mean?

As I tilted my head as if I didn’t know why, the cook who had put down the basket of ingredients continued.

“There can be no reward for such achievements. Of course, His Majesty the King is arranging a reward for the holy son.”

“A reward?”

“yes. To the extent that he is even thinking of a special order for him.”

A special decree is a kind of authority in which the king independently ignores all laws of the kingdom and moves.

In the past, a special order was out of the standard, to the extent that a special order was issued once in Celia and the ducal family was deleted.

In other words, it meant that Ray’s achievements for Celia were so great that the king of Celia thought of compensation with a special order in mind.

‘This is kind of unsettling.’

Ray had a chill on his back.

The king was depicted desperately moving to connect himself with Celia.

It’s just that he’s being rewarded for what he’s done, but he’s somehow insecure.

Ray sighed and let his thoughts fly.

Could there be any problem?

I’m not going to use my hands to pamper you again.

“I heard that Your Majesty has been diligently deciding day and night. It is all thanks to the Holy Son that we can now cook peacefully like this.”

Hearing compliments makes me feel better.

How long has it been since you heard a compliment?

Excited, Ray demonstrated the skill of quickly trimming the ingredients brought by the chef.

The two of them sat by the stream and prepared the ingredients, put the well-arranged ingredients in a basket and rose from their seats.

“Come to think of it, I saw the saint prepare ingredients, but I don’t think I saw him cook. If I get a chance, I want to taste the saint’s cuisine.”

Royal chefs are those who have dedicated their lives to cooking.

As they were one of the few talented people in the kingdom, the royal chefs were the ones who did not hesitate to run a thousand miles if there was a chance to discover cooking.

When I saw him smiling with a bright expression on his face without even realizing the absurdity of asking the saint to cook, all he could do was laugh.

If it had been Seongguk, it would have been punished for being rude.

Upon arriving at the King’s Kitchen, a commotion was felt from outside.

“There’s no way there’s a thief in the castle…”

“It’s a ghost to wail.”

They moved busily and expressed disapproval.

Ray approached and asked.

“What else?”

“Saint’s ingredients have disappeared again. Although the amount is small, I am a little concerned that things continue to happen in the past few days.”

Food is gone again.

Today, the cooks would have been busy moving without leaving their seats for a moment.

It’s a bit strange that the theft happened anyway.

‘I don’t think this is a black room, right?’

If it was in the black room, he would have acted as unnoticed as possible.

He would have moved exquisitely to scatter the attention gathered in the royal kitchen, and he would have stolen the ingredients by aiming for that gap.

But now it was the complete opposite.

As if a thief was showing off, he stole openly even in the middle of a person.

Do you think you have enough confidence in the art of hiding?

For some reason, it seemed to have nothing to do with the Black Room.

When I thought it might be the work of a petty thief who ran a little well and hid well, steam leaked.

I checked the ingredients one by one, just in case, but nothing seems to be wrong.

That opinion must have been the same as the inspector’s, he let out a sigh of relief and shook his head.

“There doesn’t seem to be any poison.”

“Good thing. But throw away all these ingredients.”

When the chef’s order fell, the cooks looked at the carefully prepared ingredients and smacked their lips.

It is a rule to throw away any ingredients that have been used more than once.

“Where else do you get all these ingredients? Tonight, I will listen to the chieftain’s scolding quite a bit. Ha ha…”

“What can I do? But wouldn’t it be possible to make food with ingredients that have been used more than once?”

“That’s true… but it’s a bit of a waste.”

“Don’t have regrets for nothing.”

The cooks gathered the ingredients with weak hands and put them in sacks.

It was a pitiful sight to watch, so Ray, who was looking for help, looked at the remaining ingredients.

A few ingredients are missing, but I remembered a recipe a close friend told me in the past.

– If you only have meat and pieces of grass to cook Jagoro, you can say that it’s half done.

It seems that the voice of Ye is heard in my ears.

He is a friend who has gained quite a reputation for his cooking in modern times, so the taste will be reliable.

“Don’t give up yet. Let’s find out what we can do with the leftover ingredients.”

“As this is a meal for royalty, you have to be careful. There is no room for this kind of material.”

“I have an idea. I’ll borrow the kitchen for a while.”

He occupied one side of the kitchen and put an iron pot on the stove.

As expected of a royal kitchen, it is decorated with magic tools.

Looking at the brazier that can control the fire and various tableware, I was excited.

“I feel like cooking this.”

Ray mashed the unsteamed potatoes with pure grip.

The chefs’ mouths were shut at once in a formidable spirit.

Originally, you have to mash the steamed potatoes, but since you have power, you don’t have to go through such an unnecessary process.

Besides, dinner is just around the corner.

If you don’t hurry, you’ll have to make the royals wait for their meals.

He lightly fried the mashed potatoes in an iron skillet.

Chi-Ik-!

The savory aroma quickly spreads throughout the kitchen with a pleasant sound.

Potatoes, which have more sugar content than sweet potatoes, are a great seasoning by themselves.

Lightly stir-fried over low heat, so the sweetness must have remained strong.

He skillfully took out a knife and chopped onions and mushrooms.

The knife strikes the chopping board, but it is fairly quiet.

Because the tip of the knife did not go all the way down, his blade seemed to be tickling the vegetables.

“…Writing is great. It is a knife that is impossible without learning to cook with great effort from a young age.”

Each of the cooks looked at Ray with moved eyes.

Of course, the chef was no exception.

‘If you look at the quality of the knife, my skills are incomparable.’

His shoulders hardly move, and he slices food with only the strength of his elbows and wrists.

The distribution of force is so accurate that the planting material is cut to a certain size.

It was a skill that could be trusted even by a person who only sharpened a knife for thirty years.

Ray put the trimmed meat on a white cloth to drain the blood.

After seasoning the meat with salt, when he has some spare time, he takes something out of his leather backpack.

“I can’t do without this either.”

What he took out was a neat bottle of liquor and a small bag of rice.

He rinsed the rice clean and soaked it in water.

While frying the potatoes, he threw the onion into the heated iron pot.

Chiyiik-!

At this point, even as a chef who has mastered three hundred recipes, he had no idea what kind of dish this was.

I thought it was a meat dish, but I thought it was stir-fried vegetables, and I thought it was stir-fried vegetables, but I took out rice and alcohol.

The whole time he watched, he grunted and tried to reveal the identity of the dish, but in the end, he couldn’t even catch a clue.

After some time, the onion was browned and sautéed nicely.

After adding minced garlic and frying it once more, Ray poured the alcohol into the iron pot with the beef.

When the firepower of the furnace was increased by adding mana, the huge flame reaching the ceiling swallowed the iron pot in an instant.

Whoaaah-!

The heat of the flames hit his face.

The alcohol that went in with the beef vaporizes and flies away along with the fish.

The fire was so strong that it was cooked for a short time just enough to scorch the outside, then took out a new iron pot.

Lightly stir-fry minced garlic there to preserve the scent of garlic, then stir-fry the soaked rice together.

At this point, the cooking was almost at an end.

“It’s been a while since I made this dish.”

Thinking that I should make it for Lacia when I go home later, I poured water little by little into the iron pot.

As the rice gradually ripened, the beef with the odor removed was placed on top and boiled together.

The sweet scent and the savory scent overlapped, giving off an indescribable scent.

The royal chefs came forward step by step without my knowledge.

That’s why the scent of Ray’s cooking was enchanting.

“This is this… what is this…?”

“I only seasoned it with a little salt, but it smells like this…”

“Please tell me the name of the dish.”

When asked to name the food, Ray thought for a moment.

A close friend in the past called this dish ‘risotto for disposal of leftovers’.

However, since it is a dish that goes up to the royal family, it cannot be called that.

While struggling, Ray put his index finger on his lips and licked his lips, recalling the beginning of the risotto.

Risotto was first made in Milan around the 16th century.

At the time, Milan was under Spanish rule.

While searching for a connection between the two, Ray came up with a rough name.

“The name of this dish is ‘hardship’.”

Although it was briefly thought of while thinking of Milan suffering under Spanish rule, his words came as a great shock to the chefs.

A dish I had so much fun making.

Sweet and savory, and the faint scent of alcohol in it.

The secretly spreading scent that made them bewildered struck their brains again.

“It was a hardship… It was a hardship…”

“It was a dish with a heavy weight unlike the outside. Thank you for letting me taste good cuisine.”

Now the sweet fragrance came sadly to them.

The savory scent made me feel stuffy, and the plain scent of alcohol gave me a numbness in my chest.

the chef asked cautiously.

“Excuse… Would it be all right if I tasted it?”

Since it was a dish that went directly to the royal family, it was necessary to directly check the presence or absence of poison.

Since it was made by a saint, there is no need to worry about it at all, but his honest feelings were that he wanted to taste it as an excuse.

“Please.”

When Ray readily agreed, he carefully took out a silver tableware and touched it to the dish for a moment before moving it to his mouth.

Mmmmmmm –

I only took a bite, but the unknown taste that I had never tasted before was on the tip of my tongue.

The mouth that was chewing the food stopped on its own.

The sweetness that oozes out the more you chew it somehow makes you feel sad in line with the name of hardship.

The meat, thickly incense from the fire of the brazier, is so tender that it can be easily swallowed.

The chef was already impressed by the dish and followed it with his heart.

“…the best cuisine.”