Chapter 98.2

Extra chapter by Max

Chapter 98.2. Adventurers’ Guild!

“Wouldn’t it be fun to try?”

“Yes, yes. Watermelons you grow yourself are delicious!”

“I’ve heard that home-grown watermelons grow beautifully, but they’re not sweet!”

I’ve heard that growing watermelons is easy. I’ve heard that it’s easy to grow, but it’s not sweet at all. I can assure you that you will be disappointed when you eat it.

“Well, yes, I’ve heard that. Well, you know, the ones that are easier to grow and taste better than normal.”

“It seems that there is also a kitchen attached to it. You can do things like barbecue.”

“Oh, that sounds great, Mii-chan!

Barbecue! Barbecue! Barbecue!

“Delicious meat!”

Hoku-chan and the others, who had been discouraged, immediately regained their good mood and hugged me when they heard what the old Martini man said. It seems being adventurers are done for the day. Barbecue, huh? That sounds fun.

In the openness of being outside, we could cook meat and vegetables over charcoal, and eat them with sauce. I want to do it. It’s going to be a lot of fun with everyone.

“But won’t it make much money?”

Tilting his head, Yamiyo makes a comment that doesn’t appropriate for her age. Indeed, buying a former dungeon site for a vegetable garden is not very profitable. Oh, that’s…

“Well, they won’t make any money because it’s just big enough to rent out as a vegetable garden without turning it into a full-fledged farm. I heard a venture company started it.”

“I know! I’m talking about Papa’s restaurant! Uh, uh, some sales increase? I heard they started some joint venture.”

“Oh, your family is running it?”

“What, what… what?”

Miu frowned at the lovely face and tilted her head. At first glance, a vegetable garden and a restaurant doesn’t have a connection, but they are.

Mmmmmmmmmm, Mii-chan wracks her brains. Tamamo and the others also begin to mmmmmmmm and mmmmmm and mmmmmm to share her worries. If they were painted, they would look like beautiful, adorably distressed girls. With an enraptured look, Yamiyo holds her cheeks and takes a picture with her smartphone. It’s Yamiyo, who has recently started taking up the camera as a hobby.

One of the best things about this world is that mobs are adorable, too. The girls have extremely high facial features. The mob men are plain-looking because of the original creator, who thought it would be better if only the women were pretty. So I can understand why Yamiyo wants to shoot. I heard she’s going to make an album, so I’ll ask her to show it to me sometime.

Just when I was about to open my mouth and say, “I’ve deduced it,” to break the air of contentment, the guy appeared.

“It’s part of our image enhancement.”

I turn around and look at the voice’s owner as someone calls out to our group without fear.

“It’s simple. Dungeon-grown vegetables are expensive. The only crops on the market are those grown with growth-promoting magic stones. Compared to the taste of the normal, magic stone-promoted crops, the dungeon-grown ones are surprisingly tasty. However, the price is high, so it is hard for commoners to afford it.”

He approaches Mii-chan and the others, speaking politely. It’s a way of appearing like a great detective.

“The ‘Gardo Farm’ uses a small plot of land in a discarded dungeon to rent a vegetable garden. The vegetables they can harvest are imbued with mana, which they describe as delicious.”

As we listen to the rest of his story, he waves his index finger and tells it in a good mood.

The Takano family restaurant chain is actively promoting their harvested vegetables by advertising the sight of people enjoying the delicious taste of the vegetables while eating them on the barbecue.”

Yeah, I know, I know.

“We grew these vegetables ourselves. It’s natural for people to be pleased with the taste because of the hard work they put into it, but we promote the fact that it’s thanks to the land that the mana gets put into, and the farm uses the same soil, so it’s delicious. On top of that, because we advertise that our inexpensive menu is for sale, we were running at a loss, but now we are back in the black, right?”

The somewhat implied way of saying it made me cringe and… No, it’s true, so I innocently tilted my head back and Mii-chan looked at the owner of the voice.

“Oh, excuse me. My name is Kanna Shin. I ran into you all by chance, so I thought I’d call out to you to say hello.”

Noticing that all eyes were on him, the dark-haired, dark-eyed boy gave a fresh smile and greeted Miu and the others.

His eyes held the light of Void that could see through any illusionary magic.

It’s a lie. I’ve read about Shin’s abilities in novels. I wonder what it’s like to be a mob like Miu.