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Chapter 83



When I was young…

That is, when I was young in this world.

As anyone could guess, the Lizardman Village wasn’t exactly a developed place.

Therefore, it was very difficult to find books in the village that contained information about the outside world.

To be precise, even before browsing books, there weren’t many Lizardmen who could read.

Fortunately, I was childhood friends with a pink Lizardman named Lakia, who resembled an Uparupa.

From a young age, she was destined to be a shaman apprentice and spent long hours learning shamanism at the old shaman’s house. Around that time, I would visit under the pretext of playing and learn to read, as well as read books about civilizations outside the Lizardman Village.

Among them, there was one book that contained stories about various races.

It was an old book, filled with outdated vocabulary no longer in use, so fragile that it seemed like it would crumble with the slightest force.

Some words were written in an ancient language that had completely disappeared, and I remember struggling to interpret and read them.

In the end, despite all that effort, I failed to fully decipher some words.

The reason I’m suddenly recalling this now is…

Because I’m in a situation that reminds me of the contents of that book I read when I was young.

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“Hahaha! That’s it! Keep drinking!”

“Hahaha! This young Lizardman sure can hold his liquor!”

I was endlessly drinking alcohol due to the semi-forced encouragement of the surrounding Dwarves.

To recall how this started, it was originally a simple mission to escort Nail to the Dwarven Village.

Unlike the last time with the smugglers, there was no element of attracting monsters, so the request itself proceeded peacefully.

We arrived safely without a single monster attack and planned to stay at the inn for a night before heading to the Village of the World Tree.

However, the problem arose that evening.

When I tried to borrow the inn’s kitchen to cook as usual, my declaration to cook seemed to have touched a nerve with the Dwarves, who were confident in their culinary skills. They swarmed in, saying things like, “Let’s see how great your cooking is.”

Under the watchful eyes of so many Dwarves, the initial glances of “If you can’t cook, we’ll immediately find fault and nitpick” naturally faded as they saw our party enjoying the meal. Eventually, they started requesting that I cook for them.

To be precise, to preserve their pride, it took the form of a request to “show off the Lizardman’s cooking skills,” with them providing ingredients and a fee.

After taking a bite of the chicken I made, one Dwarf laughed heartily and said,

“Hahaha! When the Lizardman asked to borrow the kitchen, I didn’t know whether to be surprised that a Lizardman wanted to cook or offended that he didn’t trust Dwarven skills! But with cooking skills like this, you’ve earned the right to borrow the kitchen!”

“Hey, Tommy. Why don’t you learn cooking from this guy?”

“What? You…! That’s a great idea. Trail! Hahaha!”

The Dwarf named Tommy was the innkeeper who had been offended when I asked to borrow the kitchen, and the Dwarf named Trail was Nail’s father, the first to request my cooking.

Just moments ago, the two had been arguing, with Tommy pulling his beard and yelling at Trail for having no Dwarven pride, but now they were happily eating snacks and drinking beer together.

In the past, I read in a book that a human kingdom had built friendly relations with Dwarves by gifting them distilled spirits and their recipes. Here, I had built friendly relations by making them snacks that paired well with distilled spirits.

“So, what do you think?”

“…Huh? Me?”

In the midst of their beer-fueled conversation, an arrow suddenly flew my way.

The two Dwarves looked at me and asked, and I, caught off guard, stammered in response.

“That’s right. I’m thinking of learning various recipes from you.”

“Hahaha. A Dwarf learning cooking from a Lizardman! That’s no joke!”

Innkeeper Tommy’s proposal was ultimately about wanting to buy cooking recipes from me.

The condition was that, in addition to payment, he would provide free room and board for a few days while I taught him my cooking methods.

I pondered Tommy’s offer for a moment.

Of course, teaching cooking recipes wasn’t a big deal.

After all, I didn’t discover these recipes myself; I merely learned them from recipes left by sages in my past life. It would be stranger to hesitate to share them as if they were my own.

Moreover, having recently impulsively made a strawberry cream cake and blown through all my travel funds, this was also an opportunity to recoup those losses.

But the problem was that I was currently on a journey to the Village of the World Tree.

If this were Astram, I could casually teach the recipes without a second thought…

But if I stayed here to teach the recipes, it would delay the schedules of the other three.

“Hmm. That’s not something I can decide alone. If my actions delay the others’ schedules, it would be a nuisance.”

I said this while looking at the three of them.

“Hmm… A request, huh? Honestly, this request didn’t bring in much income…”

The first one I looked at was Mari.

Mari was the reason this journey had started in the first place, so it was only natural to ask her opinion first.

When I looked at her, she seemed to ponder for a moment, then looked at Karina and Serena, who also began to seriously respond to Mari’s gaze.

“But Marisia’s mother is waiting, so wasting time here might not be good…”

“Right. And it’s a bit unfair to leave Kurt working alone…”

Their consecutive negative opinions.

So, the travel schedule comes first.

I thought it was a good opportunity to spread the cooking recipes from my past life, but the timing wasn’t right.

“I see. Sorry, but it seems difficult.”

At my words, Tommy, who had brought up the topic, spoke with a regretful expression.

“Ugh… Is that so? That’s a shame. It would’ve been a great time to share the dishes we learned.”

Thud.

“…Share the dishes?”

At Tommy’s words, Mari flinched and reacted.

“That’s right. If you’re learning to cook, you’re not just making one serving, right? You’ll make several. And since I can’t eat all that alone, it’s only right to share.”

Gulp.

Karina swallowed dryly and asked,

“Then what about the cost…”

“Hahaha. It’s not like we’re selling the food. How can we charge for food made while learning? We’ll just share it.”

“Hearing that makes it even more of a shame. We’ve been limiting our cooking options to save money lately.”

So, it was a good situation to teach cooking recipes and save on food expenses.

At those words, Serena hesitated noticeably and trailed off.

“But still, forcing a change in schedule…”

“It’s a shame. I just thought of a few special dishes that could be made using this Dwarven village’s specialties.”

“Right… It’s a shame, but what can we do? We can’t force a passing traveler to stay.”

Bang!

Then, Mari slammed the table and stood up, shouting.

“No! It’s fine! We can take our time getting to the Village of the World Tree! For Elves, a year is within the margin of error anyway!”

Mari, who usually complained about Elves’ lax sense of time, suddenly used the Elf’s time perception as a shield.

“Oh! Is that okay?”

“Of course! We’re not heartless adventurers who would coldly refuse Tommy’s request! Right, Karina? Serena?”

“Helping those in need! That’s the true essence of an adventurer! Marisia!”

“Well said!”

At her words, the two flipped their attitudes and affirmed Mari’s statement.

In their eyes, the prospect of free meals and new recipes sparkled with appetite.

And so, we decided to stay in the Dwarven village for a while.

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Meanwhile, Trail, Nail’s father and the apprentice blacksmith, watched this scene with a pleased expression before suddenly stiffening and leaving upon being called by a subordinate Dwarf.

His position in the village was that of a warrior protecting the village.

Specifically, he was the chief warrior, the representative of the warriors.

Seeing the village Dwarfs call for him, he could guess that something had happened.

“Chief Warrior! We have a big problem.”

“Calm down. What’s going on?”

“….”

“….”

“Is that true?”

“…Yes. The discovered animal and monster corpses have no significant external injuries, but there are two small holes in the back of their necks…”

“I see. For now, don’t spread this beyond the warriors to avoid causing panic in the city.”

The two spoke in hushed tones, and after hearing his subordinate’s report, Trail immediately ordered him to keep it quiet with a stern face.


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