The streets was filled with people who had heard the news of monsters entering the city and were fleeing from their vehicles in panic.
Not long after, as a flesh eater appeared from a distance,
“Get out of the way!”
Zelga and Orik formed teams, placing dough in molds and pressing them to make Garaetteoks.
By the time they reached lunchtime, the four teams had made an enormous amount of Garaetteoks without stopping.
Almost enough to form a small hill.
For reference, the Garaetteoks they made were only a fraction of the prepared dough.
“What should I do with this?”
Though he could store it in the Void Storage, he would have to take it out again later, which would be double the work.
“Ajax, call Ramter~nim.”
As Sejun was contemplating, he instructed Ajax to call Ramter to take the Garaetteoks away.
– Collect. Our Sejun, you’ve worked hard. Refresh.
Ramter collected the Garaetteoks and cast recovery magic on Sejun and his companions before leaving.
‘Ramter~nim personally casting recovery magic!’
‘The only time Grave~nim uses magic on me is when he’s angry!’
Seeing this for the first time, Zelga and Orik were greatly shocked. Great dragons usually treat beings of lower rank as mere insects.
But casting recovery magic and even encouraging Sejun, who was of a lower rank than them?
“Kelkelkel. Sejun~nim, what scam have you played on the dragons?! Teach me too!”
Orik, laughing slyly, asked Sejun. He wanted Grave to stop hitting him.
“Meow! Chairman Park doesn’t scam people, meow!”
[Cuengi’s dad doesn’t scam people!]
Theo and Cuengi, enraged, grabbed Orik by the collar and dragged him to a corner, returning with bruises around his eyes.
Cuengi’s stomach growled.
“Kelkelkel. Sejun~nim, it seems Cuengi~nim is hungry. Let’s have lunch.”
At some point, Orik had started referring to Cuengi as Cuengi~nim instead of just Cuengi.
Lunch was, of course, Garaetteoks.
“Zelga, eat this with it.”
He gave shrimp paste to Zelga, who preferred fish, to dip the Garaetteoks in.
After having lunch, they continued making Garaetteoks until dinner.
“Guys, good job today. Let’s have dinner before you go.”
Since they had worked especially hard today, Sejun decided to treat the tower farmers to dinner.
Opening the Void Storage with the intention of making some simple pancakes, Sejun spotted something.
Right as he opened the storage, he saw an item wrapped in a black bag with a yellow post-it note attached.
– It’s pork belly that Master Sejun likes. Enjoy. From Paespaes.
“Paespaes, thank you.”
Sejun, thankful to Paespaes who was likely listening somewhere, reached into the black bag and pulled out its contents.
A chunk of red meat greeted Sejun.
“Hehehe. Pork belly.”
Oh?! I told the others not to leave…
Sejun soon realized that there were many mouths to feed this pork belly to.
While Sejun was contemplating,
“Kelkelkel. Sejun~nim, that looks delicious.”
Orik, who had appeared out of nowhere, caught sight of the pork belly.
“Sigh. Go pull out some green onions and napa cabbages.”
Since he had been caught anyway, Sejun decided to share it.
Sejun made a green onion salad using the green onions Orik brought, and cut the napa cabbage into bite-sized pieces to use as wraps since they didn’t have lettuce.
Once the preparations were complete,
They grilled the pork belly and ate it together deliciously.
As the atmosphere became more lively,
“Kelkelkel. Sejun~nim, I have some good liquor. Let’s drink together.”
Orik handed Sejun a bottle he pulled from inside his pants, which seemed to have a dimensional magic spell cast on them.
Although Sejun didn’t like where it was pulled from, his curiosity about the liquor from another tower made him accept the bottle.
Since it was contained in a bottle, he thought the contents inside would be fine, but,
→ A whiskey made only with rotten food using a secret method passed down from generation to generation of the Red Goblin Tribe.
→ Upon consumption, you will be poisoned by B-grade poison. (If you have A-grade or higher poison resistance, you will not be poisoned.)
→ Usage restriction: Stamina 1000 or higher
→ Maker: Red Goblin Tribe Elder Wiki
→ Shelf life: 10 years
Seeing the description, Sejun changed his mind.
“Orik, do you have poison resistance?”
“Kelkelkel. Of course.”
“Kelkelkel. Naturally, A-grade. We Red Goblins fall into two categories: those who survived by achieving A-grade poison resistance and those who died trying.”
“Really? Then do you think I have A-grade poison resistance?”
“Kelkelkel. Sejun~nim isn’t a Red Goblin, so of course you don’t.”
“Hehehe. Knowing that, you still offered this to me?! Cuengi, beat Orik severely!”
This was unforgivable.
[Cuengi will teach him a lesson!]
At Sejun’s words, Cuengi, who had been chewing on a piece of napa cabbage piled with three slices of pork belly and green onion salad, quickly swallowed the food and stood up.
“Meow! Orik tried to harm Chairman Park, meow! I, Vice Chairman Theo, will punish Orik too, meow!”
“How dare you try to poison our Sejun hyung?!”
Moreover, Theo and Ajax also stood up, and Orik was dragged away by the three of them.
“Kelkelkel. Everyone, calm down. At least let me know what did I do wrong?”
Even while being dragged away, Orik had no idea what he had done wrong.
“I should put this away first.”
Sejun packed away the horrible goblin whiskey.
Poison might come in handy someday, just like when he caught the giant electric eel with Aileen’s food in the past.
“But it’s a bit disappointing not to drink it after getting ready.”
Sejun said, looking at the empty glass.
“Should I go have just one drink?”
Suddenly craving alcohol, Sejun went to the brewery and opened the lid of the jar containing the Samyangju.
“Whoa! Looks like it’s done?”
A golden glow emanated from the jar. The Samyangju made with golden rice was completed.
[The recipe for golden Samyangju has been registered in Cooking Lv. 9.]
[Your proficiency in Cooking Lv. 9 has slightly increased.]
An achievement message appeared just as Sejun thought.
[A quest has been generated.]
A quest message also appeared following it.
“Is this the quest? Hehehe. This is too easy.”