"Small~ change~♪ Small~ change~♪ turn~ into big change~ if you save~♪"
I got back from the dungeon while humming a parody of a certain Tara* commercial song.
Hi, Nobusada who's turning into a miser here.
Breaking into a smile when I only got small change even though I wanted to go out with a bang must be the proof of my prepubescent age.
I tried to see if I could use skills of other classes on my way back, and there was no problem. Monsters came charging at me when I provokingly shouted out loud. At State: Enraged.
And now me just got to the guild you know?
...Looks like I'm still excited by my first dungeon. My tension is a bit weird.
The sun has set already and there's a few people in the guild.
I probably should sell all the few piled up Soul Stones I have. Which means, time to go to the counter where I sold the wild boar before.
"Excuse me, would it be alright if I sell my Soul Stones here?"
When I called out, the tough looking old man I met before came out.
"Umu, you can do that here dearu."
"Then could you please assess them."
"Let me see, seven black pebble Soul Stones and two red Soul Stones dearuka. If we consider the enclosed mana... 90 mani each for the black one, and 520 mani each for the red one dearu. This already includes the commission fee, so the total is 1,670 mani dearuna. Are you fine with that?"
By the way, I'm planning to show the poison stuff to Sefi-san later, so it's not included here now.
"Yes, if you please."
16,700 yen in half a day fights. Considering I'm risking my life on the line, wonder if that's too low or too high...
Well, I ended up getting out with my life and grew up too. Since I'm in the black anyway, everything's fine. Let's think so.
Ah, the purchasing counter old man seems to be called Ranba-san. Appraisal? I didn't use it, I just looked at his name tag. I've had more than enough fill of old man element today.
Let's finish the business and go back to the inn to get some rest. Wonder what's the chef's recommendation today. I've earned some money and got some optional stuff after all, no harm in rewarding myself, right!
The dining room was overflowing with adventurers when I got there. Specifically drunkards, lots of them.
Minerva-chan and the other waitress are running around hectically among them.
"We need one bottle of ale. With French fries for the snack please."
"Here's three spit-roast set. And another two, bring them out."
"Please hold the grill set. We don't have enough hands."
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Umu, it's a battlefield.
Err, where's an open seat... Ah, the seat on the counter I sat on earlier is open, lucky me.
One waitress approached me when I sat. It's a 12-13 year old bunny ear girl. This cute bunny ear girl seems to be vice-chef Rakog-san's daughter. I happened to overhear it yesterday.
Which means, ladies and gentlemen, Rakog-san (a man in his forties whose forehead has a case of receding hair) is also bunny eared!
Bunny ear old man! Who asked for this!!
However, that might be an inescapable reality if we want to preserve the bloodline of bunny ears. Ah, by the way, he's usually wearing a tall chef hat or something so the ears ain't usually visible.
"Thank you for waiting. May I take your order."
"Fruit juice and the recommended set special please. Oh and spit-roast set too."
"Yes, it might take a bit. Please wait a moment."
Oh wait I will. My stomach is waiting for the chef's dish. Ah, I can't get enough of this cooking smell.
But they really look busy. I can see the kitchen from here, I'm amazed that they can keep it together with how few they are. Wonder what'd happen if even one of them collapsed.
I look around the store interior while waiting for my meals.
Many of the customers are young people. Geh, there's the lolicon party too.
You guys, don't detain Minerva-chan. That's a fail. This place would get jammed if you stop even one in this busy time.
Ah they got scolded by Minerva-chan and looked like going to cry, pu.
Our eyes almost met when I almost spurted out my drink so I hurriedly turned around.
Oh right, they probably don't have refrigerator so there's no cold beverages.
The climate here is nice, neither cold or hot, wonder if they have four seasons here.
"Thank you for waiting. Here's the set special and fruit juice. I'll bring you the roast spit in a bit, so please wait okay."
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