I Became a Servant the Dragons Are Obsessed With

27 – Material supply

“Breeder brother-? Instead of making it, where are you going right now, yap-?!”

ㅡJeobeok, Jeobeok, Jeobeok… !

ㅡTadat, blame, tadadat!

When I asked for help, Derke followed me like a puppy. Every time I took a step, I bounced my foot twice with a hop, keeping pace.

“I’m going to get some ingredients while the dough rises.”

As Derke said, we were on the move.

Academy campus in clear spring weather.

The campus is quiet because everyone is in afternoon classes.

“Hey-? Is there a place in the academy that sells that kind of thing?”

“I know if you follow me. Although it is not a place that originally sells food ingredients.”

My steps were heading towards the back of the academy’s main building. The main building of the academy was reminiscent of a magnificent palace that can be seen in any tourist attraction.

“If that’s the case, even if I had Derke run errands—”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Hey… … ?”

“You’re just a servant, but you’re asking a lady to run errands? If I did, I would end up roasting it in an oven to make it golden brown.”

“Whoah… ! Just hearing the word is terrible… … !!”

I’m afraid it’s not a young Hetzling, I’m just afraid of such an expression. Laughter is naturally built at Derke’s naive reaction.

“So, we are going together like this. follow me at once There is something else you can do to help.”

“Is it that I can help?”

“Sure. Just having her by my side will help me a lot.”

“So… ! Breeder oppa’s side is protected by Derke!”

“Put, you can just stand behind me. Oh, it just came.”

The place I went with Derke was none other than the student cafeteria.

The restaurant was located right behind the academy’s main building, and from the outside it looked like a small villa.

The student cafeteria was splendid enough to not be inferior to the main building. Of course, the interior also had the atmosphere of a luxurious hotel.

A chandelier with magic stones,

Plated table and chairs.

Even the red carpet on the floor.

It was a space that all the ladies use every day, so he seemed to be quite careful.

“Eh-? There’s still a lot left until dinnertime, so why did you come here?”

Derke looked up at me blankly and added something like, ‘Brother, are you hungry for death-?’

“I didn’t come here to eat. We have somewhere else to go.”

I crossed the inner hall holding Derke’s hand. It was to go to the back door of the restaurant. To the shabby side door that the ladies wouldn’t go through.

ㅡKikkiik… !

When you pull the side door, there is no luxurious hotel feeling anywhere, and the atmosphere of an ordinary cafeteria is exuded.

I’ve only gone through one door,

A completely different space appeared.

It was right here that I had my business.

“I didn’t know there was a place like this behind the restaurant yap-! What is the space for death?”

“Faculty cafeteria.”

Yes, this is a cafeteria exclusively for faculty members.

I also eat every meal here.

On the other hand, the professor and students, who are dragons, were eating at a luxurious facility earlier.

The faculty cafeteria I knew had a cleaner and better image than the student cafeteria, but all prejudices were broken here.

It was possible to get a glimpse of the dragons’ perceptions only in the restaurant.

“uh? breeder? What are you doing here at this hour?”

Upon entering the faculty cafeteria, a brown hairball pokes its head out from inside the kitchen, pretending to know.

The guy with his protruding front teeth.

It is a squirrel with an impressive fluffy tail.

Being in a restaurant is unimaginable.

However, cooking was also the job of the security guards, so there was no choice.

“Hey Ramzwi, is it okay for a minute?”

The squirrel guy’s name is Ram Rat.

At least he was the guy who talked to me.

I would like to recommend waxing whenever his hair comes out from a meal.

Still, I can’t bear to say anything to him, he’s a really pitiful guy when you get to know him.

Most of the guards were wild beasts, but the ram rat was one of the few herbivores. The world of beastmen is literally the best of the weak.

Ramji was pushed to work in a dirty restaurant just because he was a herbivore.

The so-called gap.

Because it is a herbivore, it is pushed out of its power,

Outside, he was a pitiful fellow who was hit by the complaints of the ladies.

“Ah, it’s still fine. But what?”

“I need something. Can I get some groceries?”

“What? Ingredients? no! You don’t know how to eat girls?! Every time I run out of ingredients!”

A ram rat shaking his head while shaking his square front teeth like buck teeth.

It’s something I always feel, but I think lacking is the end of words.

“Very little is enough. Shouldn’t it?”

“Absolutely not! It is forbidden to take food materials out of the country!”

He spoke in a way that was as unique as Derke’s and stood firm.

I wasn’t particularly friendly with him.

It was at least something we could talk about comfortably.

But that didn’t make it easy for him to do so.

‘Eating to my stomach with secretly stolen ingredients every day… … .’

The name looked like a first-class chef,

Most of the prisoners can’t cook dirty.

I didn’t do all the cooking myself, but

In particular, there were frequent complaints about the soup dish he was in charge of.

Ramji was silent while complaining to me in the break room. He said he would die because of the faculty members who were dissatisfied with his cooking, and was able to talk to them while sharing similar concerns to mine.

“Don’t do that, do you have beans and glutinous rice? Butter or milk would be nice too.”

“No, nothing! I’ll bring you some more for dinner later. okay?”

“okay? Even like this?”

ㅡ Clink!

Anticipating this reaction, I flicked the gold coin I received as a tip today with my finger. It was intended to be purchased at a fair price.

“That gold coin… ?!”

“Shhh, listen to the other staff. And not only that.”

“… … ?”

“It’s not that I need you. This lady has a place to write.”

“Hey-? That horse, Death Yong-?”

I winked at Derke, who was standing in the back.

“… No, that’s right-! It’s what I need, yap-!”

As soon as I made eye contact, Derke immediately changed his words.

He is quick to notice for his young age.

Even if you didn’t tell me beforehand.

what is the interest This is enough for young people.

It’s just that his personality and way of speaking are a bit erratic… … .

“Chiihiiik-!? Ah, why did the young lady come to this shabby place… … !”

As expected.

As soon as he sees Derke, Ram Rat is shocked.

This was the reason he brought Derke.

To procure ingredients for a drink to accompany the biscuits.

“Quickly give out the ingredients, Death Yong-!”

“Um, I don’t know what that means… ! Now, please wait for a moment… … !”

The guy who hesitated even with gold coins changes his attitude as soon as he sees the dragon, who is only a freshman. As such, dragons were an absolute presence in this academy.

ㅡf*ck!

The ram rat flutters its tail hair and runs into the kitchen. To offer the requested ingredients.

“Derke? Well done.”

“Hehe, I’m glad I was helpful, yap-!”

*

“great. Enough of this.”

These were the ingredients obtained from Ramju.

Indica glutinous rice and beans, a bucket of milk, brown sugar, and a block of butter the size of a brick were all.

It was a small amount for what I paid in gold,

There was nowhere to spend money at the academy anyway.

More than anything, this was enough right now.

ㅡBussleuk… !

“Ha, after all, the dough size is there and there.”

I grumbled as I pushed the unsatisfactory size of the biscuit dough with a rolling pin.

The sealing condition was also a problem, but the yeast did not enter and the dough did not rise properly.

I put my regret behind me and spread the dough flat. While maintaining a thickness of about 1 cm.

ㅡ Tak! widely! widely!

Then, use a knife to cut the dough into a rectangular shape. In the shape of the familiar biscuits.

“Wow… ! It looks interesting, yap-!”

Derke shows interest with twinkling eyes.

But I can’t give Hetzling a knife.

I was worried that Derke would get hurt.

Besides, if you entrusted cutting to him, the shape might be crooked.

‘But if I leave my fingers red, he might take the real knife and threaten me to let me do it.’

A dragon threatens with a sword?

It’s terrifying to think about.

It’s not like that.

“Oh, Derke? Can you make two holes here?”

“It’s not that difficult, Death Yong-!”

Instead of a knife, I gave Derke a wooden chopstick and had him cut a hole in the biscuit.

ㅡ oops! Knock! Knock!

Although this hole may not seem like a big deal, it serves as a breathing hole. Thanks to this, it prevents the shape from being deformed when baking later.

By the time Derke finished the hole,

I was able to finish cutting too.

Now it’s the final stage.

—-Suuck, swuck, swuck… !

Apply melted butter on top of it with a brush and it’s ready. If you apply butter, it will become shiny and have a subtle flavor when baked.

I was able to learn this kind of miscellaneous knowledge thanks to the book Johnson gave me.

—-Rank! Kirik… !

Finally, just bake it and you’re done.

“Wow… ! The death dragon is over now?”

Derke, who had been subtly supporting me from the side, raises both hands and shouts hurray.

At first, I thought he was just a pampered person, but the more I look at him, the more admirable he is.

“No, the biscuit starts now.”

“Eh-? What’s left is Deathyong… … ?”

“yes. You can’t call it a biscuit with just that. There are some ingredients I brought from the restaurant earlier.”

“Ah, that’s right-! those ingredients! When to use it?”

“Actually, I will use that later… … . Derke? Do you like sweet things?”

“Huh-? Sweet… … ?!”

Yeah, the heart of the biscuits hasn’t even started yet.