"Now,

1. The name of the dish shall be 'Dantes Grilled' and no other name shall be used.

2. In the first year, Dantes bake and ketchup are combined for two large pieces of gold, and from the following year, 5 minutes (5%) of the sales are paid to the village of Dantes as an exclusive royalty. Always pay 2 large coins as minimum amount.

3. The method of baking Dantes and ketchup is secret and spares no effort.

4. This Agreement shall enter into force immediately and shall continue for a period of three years thereafter. The contract shall automatically be renewed every one year and termination shall be effected with the consent of the parties.

Is that okay with you?

"Um, that's fine. Because things are cooking. After less than three years, the method might be known, and it would be reasonable.

Apparently, the business talks have been wrapped up. For some reason, I was also present. Even though he is a slave and a child, the developer (technically not) has the right and duty to be present or something.

She asked me if I could bake the name of the dish Dantes, but I didn't care, so I did. I can't help but hold on to the name barbecue in different worlds. If you name it Dantes Grill, the name of the village might sell, and the migrants might come.

Ten percent of the royalty you get on this contract will be my income, with a minimum of six gold coins coming in in three years. Not bad considering that it can be more than this.

But this contract, I feel like there's as much of a way out as there is, okay?

"Hey, what happens when you break that promise?

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Beat, you didn't know about Contract Magic, did you?

"Contract magic?

"Oh, magic to take an oath on 'God of Law and Commerce'. If you break this magical vow, you will suffer the pain and anguish of death. You're a guy called Divine Punishment.

"Divine punishment!? God!?"

"That's right. You can't see and you can't talk, but God is always beside us. This is for sure.

This is surprising. I was also surprised that there was magic, but was God there too? It's not strange to have a god because he has the supernormal power of being magical, but I never expected him because I had never heard of him before in my life. But there are verses that come to mind if you ask me.

Calendar, for example. I can't believe that the year is 360 days and the cycle of rotation of the moon is exactly 30 days, too much is done.

The same goes for languages. Basically in Japanese, names and place names are European-American style katakana. The letters were also, in fact, in Japanese. Hiragana is kanji on Katakana. Kanji is fine. Because both Katakana and Hiragana are characters made based on kanji. The problem is that they call kanji 'kanji'. Yes, it is "The Letters of the Han Country". The existence of such a nation is nowhere in history.

There are answers that can be easily and without a single shortage of questions.

That's 'cause that's how the world was created'.

To whom? It's 'God', of course.

"Most of all, the high priest of the Great Shrine can hear the voice of God in the form of announcements.

Hmm, doesn't that mean no interference? I'm usually left alone, but if there's a problem, that means I'll give you a warning. It's like an MMORPG GM, no, an admin program. You mean it's contract magic to lend you authority as its administrator?

"God, is that just the God of law and commerce? Lots of them?"

"Well, you've noticed a lot. Quite a lot of them. The only thing that was the Lord is six pillars. I'll tell you in time.

Ho ho. That doesn't seem monotheistic even if there is a religion. Monotheism often persecutes others. In the name of God. Well, enough to exercise my powers as an administrator, so yes, I wouldn't tolerate such a nasty act. I'm a little relieved.

Mr. Vincent removed a piece of paper from the bag he lowered to his shoulder. It is not parchment. Because the colour is white, the leaves of the paper tree would have been solved (loosened) and reworked.

"This is the contract made in the temple that we use for contract magic. The magic is already hanging, so all you have to do is write down the contract details and the name on this paper and press Blood Judgement and the contract is complete.

"Heh, it's not like Mr. Vincent uses magic.

"Ha, if magic can be used, I serve the lord or kingdom, not the pedestrian.

"Um, I've only met two wizards of adventurers, too. Everything else belonged to the army.

Hmm, is the wizard surrounded by nations or lords? They're low on numbers, and they seem to have a lot of nobility in the first place. Elite consciousness. It seems hard to hang out with. I think the few weirdos who disliked it are becoming adventurers and others. I don't want to go to war or sell it, either, and most importantly, I don't want to shy away from serving the palace because I don't seem to have the freedom. I guess it's best for adventurers to go for it. Fantasy!

The contract was then concluded without delay. The last moment they pressed their blood sentences, the contract glowed blue and white and split into two sheets. I accidentally got a voice, but it must have been magic other than myself seeing it for the first time. I would keep the contracts split into two sheets on their own. The magic is preventing them from tampering.

"Sure. Thanks again if you have a good business story.

"Nice to meet you too. It depends on the beat though. What do you say, you got something?

No, don't rely on the kid!

I've said that, but there's actually a story. With classic mayonnaise and pudding in different world reincarnations? I just don't have any eggs or milk to make it. There are no chickens or livestock in this village, so there is no means of obtaining them. If we go to the woods, we have bird-based demonic eggs, but the question arises as to how we have taken them.

In the first place, I'm not that good at cooking. Even ketchup and barbecue sauce, I just knew the ingredients occasionally.

I was allergic to peanuts in my previous life. As a result, I have a habit of checking ingredients when buying food. Because if you eat without realizing it, your face, hands and feet become red and swollen, causing a lot of trouble.

When I became a member of society and lived alone, I avoided eating out without raw material indications, and became just a convenience store lunch box and retort, but I always get tired of the same flavor.

Sauces like ketchup and mayonnaise work there. The usual retort is another dish in this one. It's a regular refrigerator. Only sauces and milk were in the refrigerator of the previous life. That's all I used to buy, so I remembered nature and the name of the ingredient.

"Um, I don't know. I'll tell the village chief if I can think of anything.

I'm going to have a lot of problems if I make something I can't make, so now I just have to delude myself. Patience until this village grows up and is able to raise chickens and livestock. Something like this, it's not refreshing, but I can't help it.

He was doing quite a few things this day, so he was somewhat tired. When I had dinner, I fell asleep right without resisting the sleeper. It's perfect without even going hunting at night.

Without knowing that the day will be a serene everyday, last day.

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