The War Hero Raises a Demon Slave - The War Hero Raises a Demon Slave chapter 30

30 – Get permission to work concurrently!(1)

As a public official in a specific position, a port security officer must obtain permission to work concurrently.

No matter how much the Principality of Jahelan is a capitalist country, even civil servants shouldn’t be moved by money.

But the problem is that Ael is now a slave, so he can’t start a business in his own name.

To do that, I’ll have to convince the head of the dwarf dwarf.

Watching Hadun nag at the parade ground with his hand on the iron club of his waist dance, Einer thought of a way.

No, no.

What are you doing doing tricks against ignorant dwarves?

“Captain!”

“What, you bastard!”

Ay, you blocked the way in front of Hadun and threw the main topic right away.

“I have to open a restaurant, so please give me permission to work side-by-side.”

“What? Restaurant? Side job? Where did you get hit by a galleon anchor and split your head?”

“Please do it! I’m going to make Ael work in the restaurant, but he says no because he’s a slave.”

“Then free me!”

“That’s not okay.”

As soon as the liberation is made, the city tax that will come from Ael is quite a burden.

Aner’s salary is too much to handle Ael’s taxes while running a restaurant.

Of course, it would be nice if the restaurant did well, but if the sales are not good, it can be overturned without even trying.

One way or another, you have to get permission to work side-by-side and open a restaurant in the name of Einer.

After hearing the explanation, Hadun laughed and pulled out an iron club.

“If you have a reason to listen to your circumstances one by one, give me fifty sticks before this club falls on your head.”

With that, Hadun raised his club high.

At least, it was almost impossible to get up on Einer’s chest, but the iron club he wielded with the strength of a Dwarf’s bull fractured it just by brushing it anywhere.

First of all, Einer decided to take a step back.

“I’ll give you a day. Thinking of my contributions to the security forces, I’m worried… Oh, really!”

Einer jumped backwards to avoid the fiercely flying club.

Hadoon murmured as he watched Einer’s head run away across the parade ground.

“A rotten guy’s dual job is a guy’s dual job.”

Actually, as he said, Einer has contributed considerably to the security forces.

Daham’s port security force is rumored on the continent for its reckless and reckless way of handling work.

It is to deal with sailors gathering from all over the world and ex-convicts on the run.

Among them, Einer Capod, who seems far away, is unrivaled by overwhelming force.

Hadoon still can’t forget his first meeting with Einer.

Einer came over to Daham here on Brechnert’s ocean merchant ship.

It’s not a passenger ship, it’s an ocean merchant ship with no place to stretch out and lie down to load maximum cargo.

After staying there for a long time, Einer came looking for the port security team without hesitation.

I came here after seeing an advertisement for a security officer’s regular open recruitment posted on a job advertisement bulletin board by the dockside.

However, the advertisement was already several months old and had been neglected until now because I forgot to open it.

After hearing that, Einer didn’t back down, and in the end, Hadun ordered the security guards to force him out.

And Einer, surprisingly, knocked out five of the port security guards on the spot, which would have been second to none in terms of roughness.

Among them was the giant Marco, now a member of Einer’s crew.

Hadoon, who saw Marco being pinned upside down on the ground and not another guy, changed his mind and ate.

Although it’s not the official recruiting period, to miss such a guy is an dereliction of duty as the head of security in charge of security in the port city.

“You bastard! Did you say AIDS?”

“Einer.”

“Okay or not! Take the enlistment test first! After that, I’ll decide!”

That’s how Einer officially joined the Port Security Force.

And so far, there has been no newcomer who surpasses Einer’s score on the enlistment test.

A crazy guy who is strong, good at sharpening swords, and even his mouth is staggering.

I couldn’t even prove my identity, and my past was questionable, but that doesn’t matter at all to Daham’s port security unit.

It’s an ID. You can make it again with Hadun’s guarantee, and you can just bury the past.

Hadun himself has left the mining city for reasons that are difficult to tell others, so he is working here.

As long as you can beat the people who make accidents every day, everything is going well.

In that respect, Einer was like a talent born to become a security guard.

A guy like that is going to open a restaurant right away, so I ask for permission to do a side job.

But that’s a bit troublesome.

It is not something that Hadoon alone decides on permission to work concurrently.

The Port Authority, the upper body of the security forces, must give final approval.

The process is very difficult, and the restaurant in Einer may somehow attract the attention of the management office.

Anyway, public servants get additional income besides their salary.

It was all the more so because until now, there had been no crew members willing to do a double job.

There is nothing good about receiving the attention of the Port Authority.

If I had to pick out the strong point, I was often invited to the tax department of the management office and could be treated to tea?

Hadoon thought he needed to be more careful about Einer’s suggestion.

In addition, there is a very high probability that the proposal will not even cross the threshold of the management office right now.

Because the management office is very busy right now as high-ranking officials will come soon to discuss some pending issues in the Daegongseong.

Dae-gongseong continues to tour each city, checks on-site difficulties, and conducts tour guidance visits to take action.

The group departed a few days ago from Kakot, a city north of Daham, and will return to the capital, Jahelan, by boat after a final inspection of Daham.

At this time, is a security unit leader permitted to work concurrently? Not even visible

At that time, the head of the Information Operations Division at the headquarters of the Security Forces jumped out and called Hadun.

“Captain! It’s a murder case.”

“Where did the murder take place in a day or two?”

“That’s true, but I think you’ll have to look into this for yourself.”

After seeing the expression of the chief, Hadun realized that it was not an ordinary job and followed him into the main office.

* * * * *

I threw the hwadu to the security chief, but Einer didn’t expect the matter to proceed right away.

The dual business permit process is complicated, and for the time being, the management office is continuously working overtime.

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I heard that someone came out of the Great Siege.

Because of that, there was no fuss about cleaning up the security guard or catching homeless people on the docks.

Anyway, since the intention of opening the business has been revealed, from now on, we should calmly create the logic that persuaded Hadun and the Port Authority.

Even if Hadoon decides to go through the process of obtaining a dual business permit, in the end, it will only serve to convey to the Port Authority what Einer said.

Dwarves are originally far from logic and persuasion.

If you have a hammer and an ax, why go through such a long and difficult process?

But the problem is that there is no justification for Aner to open a restaurant.

I’ve been working as a kitchen slave since I was young, and I’ve always wanted to open a restaurant.

If you want to open a restaurant like that, you might object that you should quit being a security guard.

Actually, I’m trying to open a restaurant for a slave, but he hasn’t been able to file a name yet, so blah blah.

Then they will tell you to release them, and if you bring up the tax issue, it will be rejected because it is a matter of personal difficulties.

It’s difficult in many ways.

At times like this, I should talk to a cutie who seems stupid but is surprisingly smart.

* * * * *

“Eh… I don’t know…”

Ael mumbled as he stood at the counter, tapping something with a spatula on a round wooden bowl.

“If it’s about persuading the high-ranking people, wouldn’t the master do better than a lowly person like me?”

“To the head of the Port Authority, you and I are all vulgar things. Is there anything more plausible than that?”

“Well… The logic is that a public official can be allowed to earn an additional income… hehehe…”

She was an Ael who smiled brightly, full of the meaning of not really knowing.

“It’s difficult. I have to decide on the menu and do all the store interiors, but if I don’t get permission, I can’t start a business.”

“Then how about this? Paying back part of the restaurant’s income?”

“If you receive money like that from the Management Office, you’ll be inspected by the Daegongseong immediately.”

“Hmm. Or do you give discounts to people from the security and management offices?”

“Not bad. Good. Again?”

“Again… The fish porridge in the kitchen doesn’t taste good, so how about serving some side dishes? I’m good at cooking in large quantities.”

“No. If we do that, we might end up in trouble. In that case, I’d rather get a job at a kitchen.”

“I see. To be honest, I can’t think of anything tempting.”

Ael kept her mouth shut and stirred the yellowish batter of the treat.

“But what is it? Can you make bread? It’s too thick for that?”

Ael answered Einor’s question with a smile.

“The kimchi I bought last time remains ambiguous, so I’m going to fry it.”

“Huh. Aren’t you like that? Great.”

Ael was stirring the kimchi pancake dough.

She mixed finely chopped kimchi, green onion, and eggs with flour, and added finely chopped squid she caught today.

Daham is a place where you can find all the ingredients in the world.

If you were in the inland region, you would never have imagined that pancakes with squid could be made here.

At the thought of eating kimchi pancake, Einer forgot all his troubles and smacked his lips.

“I’m not good at spicy food, so I washed the kimchi a little. Is it okay?”

“Nothing.”

Ael grinned and put a ladleful of batter into a wide pan heated around her oil and spread it thinly.

The dough began to cook quickly from the very edge with the pleasant sound of splashing oil.

“You know what?”

“Yes, master! Crisp it.”

When the transition was ripe for a while, Ael let out her spirit and bounced her fan upwards.

“Yap!”

The round-shaped transfer flipped beautifully in the air and landed on the fan.

“Good work!”

Ah, as you clapped, Ael didn’t know what to do and her face blushed.

It feels good whenever I hear the owner compliment me.

“It’s done.”

As Ael lightly burned the edges of her and put her crispy jeon on her plate, you pressed her fingers under both of her ears.

My salivary glands hurt when I saw the well-made kimchi pancake.

And soy sauce with sliced red pepper.

I’m going crazy, this.

It was more like a pizza than a traditional kimchi pancake, but as long as it tastes good, it’s enough.

“I’ll eat well, Ael.”

Einer, who dipped the kimchi pancake roughly shredded with a fork in soy sauce and ate it, felt goose bumps all over his body and closed his eyes tightly.

This is happiness, what the hell is happiness?

For this moment, you could completely forget his painful thoughts about getting permission to work as a part-timer.