Chapter 474

#474. You cheeky hound.

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The raid on the dungeon continued with great theft.

No matter how strong the monster appears.

No matter what pitfalls stand in your way.

Most of the difficulties were sorted out in Alice’s line, and Charlotte gradually increased the level of exploration without lifting a finger.

They even searched to see if there was a liberation brigade.

It was a natural result.

The masters of the Seven Dragons are superhumans comparable to high-level players.

Although he doesn’t have a variety of skills, he never fell behind in terms of power.

No matter how jumbled the dungeon was and how difficult it was, it was not at a level where the Golden Dragon Clan’s strongest armed forces would be stranded.

[The item didn’t come out this time either.]

It was thanks to that composure.

Yun Na-gyeong, who had become accustomed to this dungeon before she knew it, was interested in the by-products as well.

“To covet an item without catching it yourself, it seems that the foolish bird has a lot of greed.”

[I’m not particularly greedy for items, right? It’s just because it’s amazing how low the item drop rate is!]

“Isn’t it natural that we’re not players?”

[That’s what I know, too.]

Yuna-kyung grumbled.

Players who signed a contract with the Constellation gained not only physical abilities and skills such as muscular strength.

As the level goes up.

Or depending on the skill learned.

It is advantageous to obtain dungeon by-products through passive abilities such as 『Item drop rate increase』 or 『Point discovery』.

Even monster corpses had to have skills like 『Dismemberment』 or 『Slaughter』 in order to collect them completely.

That was why the Seven Dragons were indifferent to the dungeon.

When a player earns 100 million won in a dungeon, it was difficult for them to earn even 10 million won on the same floor.

The balance calculation is not right.

Especially early in the Iron Age.

It was all the more so because the ransom of the seven dragons master, who had just been trained, was so high that it was worth paying for it.

That’s how Yuna-kyung was in the middle of talking to Charlotte.

[‘The King Who Rings the Sky’ proposes a contract. If you agree, you can gain the power to rule over everyone…]

A translucent window floating in front of your eyes.

hands moving at the same time.

“Clean it up.”

As if chasing flying flies.

Seeing Charlotte waving her hands in the air in a familiar manner, Yuna-kyung asked shyly.

[Is this another system message?]

“Or what?”

[Oh… that’s amazing. Either you receive a contract offer from the Constellation like this, or you refuse it.]

Yuna-kyung scratched her head with her wing.

It’s only natural that someone entering the dungeon will be offered a contract by the Constellation.

But even that has its limits.

Although it’s only been a few days.

That Charlotte was offered a contract.

And rejected dozens of times.

Even among them, there were over ten monarch-level constellations.

Ordinary players who risked their lives to set up achievements in dungeons in order to somehow sign a contract with a greater constellation would vomit blood if they knew.

However, Charlotte did not raise an eyebrow.

It was as if I had heard a trivial joke.

I just lazily opened my mouth.

“You admire everything. There was no reason for me to make a contract with a Constellation.”

[I usually do it even if there is no reason. If you sign a contract with a constellation, you become stronger and earn money easier…]

“Did I look like I lacked strength or money?”

[…No.]

“If you do, stop talking nonsense.”

Charlotte covered Yuna-kyung’s mouth and snorted.

Being a player makes you stronger is the standard of ordinary people.

Whether it’s as a descendant of the Golden Dragon Princess who defeated even the Sword Master.

Whether as the chairman of Fafnir.

Power is power.

money is money.

A talent is a talent.

There was no way that she, who had lived without lacking in anything, did the servile thing of begging the Constellation for strength.

It was the same for the masters of the Golden Dragon clan, including Elise.

For the members of the Seven Dragons, power is obtained through training.

For those who believed in the seven dragons, signing a contract with the constellation itself was impossible.

One of the most important reasons.

‘It’s really unpleasant.’

It’s worse than a garbage dump.

Repulsive like a worm.

Every time she was offered a contract by a constellation

that was as muddy as a swamp …

No, Charlotte felt tired from the physiological discomfort she felt subtly from the moment she entered the dungeon.

This is the biggest reason why the masters of the Seven Dragons do not sign a contract with the Constellation.

The higher the psionic level.

And the darker the dragon’s veins, the better.

It was an instinctive rejection that I felt more clearly.

That’s why the clan of the Seven Dragons was more reluctant to go to the dungeon if it was a master.

Even more so, the displeasure felt by Charlotte, who was the best master of the Seven Dragons and inherited the deepest blood of the dragon, was indescribable.

But that’s all.

Charlotte didn’t even turn a step.

He didn’t even show his displeasure.

As always, I just watched the clan fighting the boss monster with an arrogant attitude.

As the princess of the Golden Dragon Clan, who was more arrogant than anyone else, her pride would not allow her to act rudely in front of her subordinates.

That’s how Charlotte and the raiding party continued raiding the dungeon at a terrifying speed.

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“Hmm….”

After taking a bite of the soup.

A man who closes his eyes, thoroughly checks the taste, and briefly exclaims.

“Isn’t there something special about the taste of fresh seafood mixed with the scent of spring sprouts that gives a fresh feeling?”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

“It’s nonsense. It’s an honest evaluation of the chef’s cooking.”

“Stop joking and do it right. I didn’t hire you because I wanted to hear the word of mouth.”

“It wasn’t really a joke, though.”

Flattery is boring.

to make a proper evaluation.

Limon scratches his cheek when he pointed it out proudly, but opens his mouth after a while.

“Are you really honest?”

“Of course.”

“It was good to catch the fishy and bitter taste with wine and olive oil, but thanks to that, the taste of the ingredients was subtly killed. So 0.1 point deduction.”

“Does that mean it’s better to use the ingredients as they are?”

“Ideally, that is. If you get the balance right, you can catch the fishy smell with the scent of the sprouts and make use of the bitter taste of the sprouts as a delicacy with the umami of the seafood.”

“It means you’re out of balance right now.”

“No, the balance is still pretty good. It’s just a little regretful.”

“It’s empty talk.”

Uncomfortable.

It’s not about getting emotions.

It’s clear that you feel inadequate.

The attitude contained in the word “so-so”, as if this level wasn’t bad.

I don’t like it either.

“I’ll try making it again.”

“Is that necessary? This is a dish that is close to perfection.”

he says

If you look at the decoration, there may be more people who are better than you and prefer this clean taste.

I know it’s not a lie

As much as it covers the realm of so delicate taste.

The difference in taste between Limon’s and his own is very subtle.

In terms of percentage, it would be less than 1%, and even if you bring 100 or 1,000 gourmets, you will be able to distinguish only one or two.

“Doesn’t that mean it’s not perfect anyway?”

But whether there is 99% perfection.

It’s not 100% after all.

Even if others can’t distinguish it, as long as there is a lack of 1%.

I can’t stop here.

“It’s already past midnight. Are you going to cook again?”

“What did you mean by that?”

“Boss, aren’t we going to raid the dungeon tomorrow as well? Then shouldn’t you go to sleep now?”

I cooked it so that I could focus on clearing the dungeon.

Rather, it seemed that he, the core of the attack team, had to ruin his physical condition while learning to cook before the end of the battle.

A man who speaks indirectly.

At the cheeky remark, Charlotte snorted.

“I can manage my condition on my own.”

“Well, I can’t help it if the boss is right…”

Limon nodded.

Learn to cook from him.

And feel it all over again

This guy is really unique in teaching.

“As I have said many times, my dishes are made on the fly, so there is no set method.”

“That’s why it’s important for Recipe Bodies to figure out the ingredients and use them to develop imagination and intuition to create the flavor they want.”

“Since the chef’s cooking is technically sufficient, it will be easy if you just get used to it.”

I know this person well.

A family called geniuses.

They generally fail to teach.

Because he doesn’t understand why others can’t do what he can do with his senses.

In that respect, Limon is unique.

When I make it myself, I do it in moderation based on my senses, but when I teach, I analyze the reason why I feel that way and explain it in my own way.

Well, maybe it’s a natural thing.

He is the master of the Sword Tower.

A teacher who raised 7 of the 13 sword masters in 1000 years.

You have to get used to teaching.

Is that why?

It wasn’t particularly difficult to learn to cook until late at night, even after enduring discomfort in the dungeon all day.

To put it bluntly, the opposite.

This time is strangely comfortable.

On the contrary, the more I stay like this, the more I feel that my fatigue is relieved.

Could this be the healing effect that people who raise pets feel?

I wasn’t interested in pets, but if it’s a hunting dog like this, it wouldn’t hurt to raise one.

It’s not that I’m not particularly interested in Limon.

“hmm?”

In the meantime.

I suddenly look to the side.

A man who scratches his cheek embarrassingly.

“Boss, it’s getting late, so I should go to bed now.”

“Did you mean to leave your master and sleep alone?”

“Even a hunting dog should sleep.”

It’s overtime just teaching cooking until late at night.

Looking at Limon who was laughing.

snorts a little

“…Do whatever you want. I have nothing more to learn from you right now anyway.”

“Yes, boss, don’t stay up too late. If you couldn’t do it today, you can do it tomorrow.”

After Limon went out like that.

I stare at that empty seat.

I already knew all the recipes, and Limon, who had been nagging me to take a break while occupying a seat, was gone.

So, cooking should be more comfortable.

Is it because the healing effect is gone?

Rather, everything becomes boring and I even feel the fatigue I forgot about again.

‘What a cheeky hound.’

It is natural for a hunting dog to stay by its owner’s side.

But for yourself, let’s do it today.

He could have been merciful if he had earnestly asked for it, but to ignore himself and just go to bed alone.

from one to ten.

A man I don’t like.

He muttered disapprovingly and continued boiling the pot.

the moon is slowly waning

The shining stars are melting.

Until the night is dispelled by the day.

After devoting himself to cooking alone in the kitchen, after tasting the finished dish over and over again.

frown

It’s better than yesterday, but it’s still a bit disappointing.

Why is it that things related to him can’t go his own way, even cooking?

I leave the kitchen thinking disapprovingly.

To take a little break before clearing today’s dungeon.

“…”

But right after that.

stop walking upright

On my way to my bedroom, I saw something by the window.

what you saw

Silently open the window to check accurately.

And saw.

In the vacant lot behind the house where the raiding party eats every day, instead of a table, heaps of iron piled up.

Of course she knew.

That’s not a lump of iron, it’s an armored cavalryman.

That the gunmen led by the sheriff were far superior to the cavalrymen using reinforced armor.

The problem is threefold.

Why are armored cavalrymen, who are extremely rare even in this United States of America, piled up in backyards, half scrap metal.

And why didn’t he notice until the supposedly armored cavalry users were tied up and scattered around the backyard?

Above all, the last one.

A door between the lodge and the backyard.

Sit there and lean your back.

With the scabbard still holding the sword.

I think as I look at the white-haired man who is quietly sleeping.

what happened last night

Why did he suddenly end his education.

Are you sleeping in front of the door on such a subject?

No, you don’t even have to think about it.

Like a shepherd dog guarding a flock of sheep without uttering a single bark to avoid disturbing its busy owner.

Even though it was just asleep, it was strangely lofty and still, so it was impossible to wake it up, and it already gave me the answer.

“…isn’t he really a cheeky hound?”

He muttered the same words he had said the night before, but with a slightly different mood.

Think again.

to embarrass the master

So anyway, I don’t like it.