The Late Cook Ascends the Tower - The Late Cook Ascends the Tower chapter 40

40 – Episode 40. Easy mode_(2)

“Hey… Chef? Shall we go inside our Dilogun?”

“The weather is nice, so let’s eat outside. And since it’s a dish with a lot of smoke, it’ll be fine outside.”

“Uh… hahahahaha, I’m really looking forward to that…”

When I asked her to eat, Tilda couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.

It was only a minute ago that you promised to follow my orders.

You would never have imagined an order like this.

I’m calmly gathering firewood, while on the other side Grow is glaring at us like he’s going to kill us.

A truly volatile situation.

But proudly, Tilda followed me and started gathering firewood.

Cut off some of the dead vines on the walls of the labyrinth, cut them into pieces, and stack them one by one in the middle of the room.

It was a vine that had been withered for decades, so it caught fire in an instant.

And at that moment, a voice came from beyond the door.

An unpleasantly low, grunting voice.

The voice seems to be calm, but if you listen closely, it’s full of displeasure.

“I heard you made a lot of money in town. Did you make the food you sold yourself?”

What are you saying?

I still have less Gao in my voice.

Tilda’s shoulders trembled slightly, but when she saw me ignoring Glow, she fixed her eyes on her fire again.

Then he asked in a low voice.

“Hey… do you really eat like this?”

“Yes. Just do it because you’re doing well. Never reply to Grow.”

“But… No…! Believe me Chef…!”

Yes. That’s it.

We have no reason to be in a hurry.

Whatever I do from now on, it’s on Grow’s side that I’m in trouble.

For the fight to start, we have to gather in one room, but since there are two of us, we can last for days here if we take turns guarding.

Besides, Grow knew we had no intention of fighting.

Because our power is overwhelmingly low.

Perhaps, they think that coming all the way here must have been courageous.

So, if you procrastinate like this, Grow eventually has no choice but to go backwards, but if you go backwards in the boss room, the number of returnees accumulates by 5 or more.

It’s a very crappy situation where you have to give 5 return soldiers to weak bugs.

Ignored Grow’s words and gave Tilda a tip instead.

“It’s Tilda. I’ll tell you something good.”

“What is it?”

“A fight is a word. The sad, urgent, and desperate side is destined to lose.”

This is a truth that applies to everything from games to stocks to restaurants.

I know it well because I’ve been desperate, in a hurry, and in a bad way.

“So if you want to win, do the exact opposite, or make your opponent do it.”

“Won’t Grow come running?”

“So. It’s not about running, it’s about making people run.”

“I-I see… Ha ha ha…”

I’m good at answering, but now my cold sweat is almost like a waterfall.

This is why we had no choice but to hide the operation.

This guy is so bad at lying that if he listens to the strategy and makes a confident expression, everything is over.

The one who makes such a frightened and embarrassed expression has a high success rate.

After that, another 3 minutes passed.

This time, I took out the ingredients in the fermentation jar.

After taking the raw ham out of the jar earlier, I cut the stems of King’s Herb into small pieces and put them in, but now they have completely dried up and turned into threads.

It is fermented and gives off a scent that resembles a mixture of herbal medicine and straw.

A soft and simple country scent.

Tilda sniffed a leaf, and a blush came over his face.

“Wow… It smells really good! What is it?”

“It is fermented by drying the stems of King’s herb.”

“Are you going to eat it this time?”

“No. This dish… Is Tilda’s favorite grilled eel.”

“Ugh… You end up eating it.”

“Because it will be really delicious. Do you like fish?”

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“Um… No? We don’t eat fish in our forest. There are so many bugs.”

“There are so many things you haven’t eaten.”

“What if I don’t have one… Does the chef like fish?”

“I prefer fish to land meat. Freshwater fish aren’t good, but the ones from the sea.”

“Wow… You’ve been to the sea too…”

“Have you never been to the sea?”

“You’ve never been out of the woods in your life, let alone the sea, have you?”

A human who has lived in the forest all his life.

It’s a little shocking, but maybe this is normal for people in the fantasy world.

For warriors to go on adventures, it is only in fairy tales, and people who are busy making a living will live where they were born until they die.

There is no internet or TV, so you will only hear about information from the outside world through rumors.

Somehow, there are a lot of things I want to tell you.

“If you go up the tower, you can see the sea.”

“Mom… Really? Is the tower that big!?”

“Sure. There are deserts, snow-capped mountains, and endless fields of wheat.”

“Wow… I really want to go to that sea.”

“I will definitely go.”

“Yes…! I want to go!”

Are you feeling relaxed?

A smile came to Tilda’s face when I deliberately told her an exciting story.

I don’t even break a cold sweat anymore.

Has the anticipation of the future surpassed the fear?

But I didn’t cover it up with lies, the tower really had all kinds of worlds.

So Tilda will see and eat more in the future.

‘A halfling with little culinary experience…’

Tilda smells like a cooking newbie.

If we go together, I think I will be happy in the future too.

Now I cut the skinned eel meat into strips and threaded them straight onto a straight vine stick.

Thick flesh is also flesh, but the skin and fat under the flesh make the flesh splatter like pudding whenever you touch it.

Like that, I cut up a whole block of eel meat and made ten skewers…

Then they threw the stems of the king’s herb on the firewood.

Fire-!

The dry leaves meet fire to create overwhelming firepower.

Then it spread a scent that was so strong that it overpowered the firepower.

“aaa… Of scent of of… Of course… Of this of course?”

“Yes. You need to smell a little bit of direct fire so that it tastes like cooking outdoors.”

Since the seasoning is still only salt, I wanted to flavor it with rice straw.

There were other reasons for choosing this recipe.

To make someone urgent, regretful, and desperate with this overwhelming scent.

Looking to the side, I could see that Grow’s fury was deepening as Tilda’s tension had eased.

“Haa… Is it really going to come out like that?”

Grow now leaned against the door and looked at us.

His eyes are full of contempt and anger.

I think I’m hungrier than that.

He didn’t even go to the village and lived in a labyrinth, so what did he eat?

But this time I ignored it and told Tilda.

“Since it is your first fish, I will make it the most delicious in the world.”

“Uh heh heh heh… I’m really looking forward to it. Smells so good!”

Tak… Tak…! Chee Hee-

Smell the scent of the king’s vinegar already makes your salivary glands explode.

Oil drips down the white flesh of the cooked eel.

And as soon as the oil dripped onto the flame, Tilda’s pupils disappeared.

Leave only the egg whites.

And…

“I will give you one last chance. If you sign the contract now, one of them will be spared. Instead, refuse and both will die.”

It is pitiful for Grow, who secretly swallows saliva while trying to weigh himself.

**

The tower is deep.

For those who knew the darkness of the Tower, he was a word spoken every day.

What kind of world you will face on the next floor, who you will meet, and what you will face.

If you throw yourself into an unknown world like that.

The moment I thought I had realized something, I would get a knife stuck in my throat.

Glow wasn’t thrilled because he’d seen that happen several times.

Rather, he took a deep breath and spread the fresh air all over his body.

If you hold your breath because you’re nervous, your field of vision narrows.

[The narrowed field of view blurs judgment, and the hunter becomes the prey.]

This was Master’s first lesson, who taught Grow how to hunt.

Hunting was completely different from fighting.

A fight is for those of similar level to compete for supremacy.

The act of a weak being defeating a strong being was called hunting.

Hide, track, snip.

A dastardly game in which you win by defeating the enemy by any means, be it traps or poison.

That is hunting.

The moment his contract with Flick was canceled, he laughed instead of panicking.

Flick was a champion.

Not a hunter.

He was a warrior, or a warrior, who fought on an equal footing with his opponent.

That holiness is what killed Flick. Said Grow.

If it wasn’t for that, there’s no way he’d die on the first floor after collecting random cards.

But hunting was different.

Hunters are not vigilant.

Flick was a fellow he fled with on the 4th floor, but he did not mourn his death.

Instead, Grow prepared to hunt.

Sending bait to the prey, pushing it into traps.

Before the prey noticed it, it drove them into a dead end.

So, this moment when everything fit together successfully was like a stage with an ending.

Hunters take loot, prey die.

An obvious stage will unfold.

By the way.

The prey that stepped on the trap began to exhibit strange behavior.

“How is it? Kill the smell?”

“Go all the way! There, the shell…! Do you think it would be delicious if you burn it a little more? What do you think, Chef?”

“That’s a very good point. Let’s fry it crispy and chewy with eel oil.”

“Uh heh heh heh. It must be so so delicious!”

“Salt Gandaaa!”

“Salt! Salt! Peck something salty!”

In a situation where his life was at stake, he had never even been directly hit by his own attack.

To grill the meat right in front of your eyes.

‘Really, the tower is deep.’

Grow thought.

And instead of being careless, I took a deep breath.

Obviously this is not a normal situation, but the hunter must keep his cool no matter what his prey does.

And even at this moment, the prey is thoroughly approaching death.

Air spreads throughout the body.

My cloudy head clears up and my field of vision broadens.

My mouth is full of saliva.