Cooking Swordmaster [EN]: Chapter 130

Cooking Swordmaster – Episode 130

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[You have completed a dish using the Flame of the Spirit!]

[Fire resistance slightly increases (+0.2%)]

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‘My resistance goes up even with this being considered cooking?’

Before he knew it, Cainchel’s fire resistance had soared past 60%, nearing 70%.

However, no matter how high his resistance, it didn’t mean the clothes he was wearing were unscathed.

‘It’s fortunate that I’m at least wearing armor.’

His underwear made of cloth, as well as the fine hairs on his body, had turned completely black. If it weren’t for the cold air Durandal emitted, his hair and eyebrows might have turned to ash.

‘If I ever have to jump into flames again, I need to be extra careful with my fur.’

As he stepped outside the building, he saw the dwarf warriors valiantly engaged in their final battle.

Chelba, who had cleaved a fire spirit in half with his axe, gasped for breath.

“Chef! How is the smelting furnace?”

Instead of answering, Cainchel raised Durandal high.

Joy and awe simultaneously appeared in the eyes of the dwarf warriors.

“I knew it would turn out like this!”

“There will be no more reinforcements of fire spirits! All that’s left is to wipe out the remaining ones!”

The warriors shouted and rushed towards the remaining fire spirits. Cainchel joined them.

Even though he didn’t have much Aura left, it was still enough to wield his sword.

However, he couldn’t see a few of the dwarf warriors.

Cainchel asked a dwarf whose face was disfigured by burns,

“Are the missing warriors fighting elsewhere?”

“No, these are all of them.”

“Then······.”

“They fought as warriors and died bravely. Don’t worry too much about it.”

Cainchel quietly took a deep breath.

The image of the dwarf warrior flashed through his mind. He didn’t even know his name, but he was a comrade who fought alongside him against the fire spirits. He was also a customer who enjoyed the dishes Cainchel made.

However, there was still too much to do to mourn his death.

In the end, after nearly two hours of fierce fighting, the flames that seemed like they would engulf the entire Ironforge subsided.

Those in the residential area were also rescued safely.

The eyes of a dwarf warrior turned red as he confirmed his family was safe.

“Oh, my wife! You’re safe!”

“H, honey! That face······!”

“Hehe, isn’t it kind of cool?”

Most of them suffered severe burns from fighting the fire spirits, but their expressions were bright.

They knew.

The largest fire since the creation of Ironforge. The fact that they were able to overcome it was thanks to the actions of a human who did not fear fire.

When the battle was over, the dwarf warriors returned to being engineers.

A large tent was quickly set up on the outskirts of the city.

No matter how skilled the dwarves were, it was impossible to restore the city that had been swept away by the fire right away.

They decided to focus on collecting the bodies of the dead and treating the wounds of the injured first.

However, Bluemountain, who could be said to be the representative of the clan, was nowhere to be seen.

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Baron Brigham welcomed the sudden visitor with open arms.

“Oh! My brother Bluemountain! Welcome! If you were thinking of visiting, you should have given me a heads up!”

“······They told me to leave my weapon when entering the mansion.”

“Haha! That’s just a formality. Surely you don’t think I wouldn’t trust Bluemountain, who I’ve worked with for ten years.”

A bright smile that he couldn’t hide appeared on his face.

In the past month, Ironforge’s production has increased by nearly 30%. If it continues like this, they will be able to secure an overwhelming first place, surpassing the other territories of Krolltra.

All the credit belonged to Baron Brigham.

Baron Brigham went to the display case and took out a luxurious wine bottle.

And he proudly presented it to Bluemountain.

“Euhahaha! This is a top-class wine that I managed to get with great difficulty this time. Would you like a glass? The aroma is very strong, yet the finish is as smooth as silk. The sweetness you feel from the moment it touches your tongue is like picking and eating well-ripened grapes.”

Baron Brigham knew that dwarves and elves had a bad relationship. That’s why he raved about it, leaving out the fact that this wine was made by elves from Deutschland [Germany].

That’s how much he liked the wine.

But something was strange. Bluemountain, who would normally grin at the smell of alcohol and ask for a glass, was quiet.

“Is something wrong? Hahaha! I’m in a good mood today, so if you have any requests, go ahead!”

Bluemountain looked at Baron Brigham with red eyes. And he spat out a voice full of anger.

“Brigham. I’ll ask you just one thing.”

“Hmm? What’s wrong?”

Brigham shrugged as if he didn’t know anything. Bluemountain showed him a small bell.

“······Isn’t that the Spirit Bell? Is there a problem with it?”

Bluemountain did not miss the agitation that appeared in Baron Brigham’s eyes.

“Tell me, why did you manipulate this?”

“W, what are you talking about, manipulation? I don’t know anything about that!”

“Tell me!”

Brigham made two mistakes.

One was that he was drunk on sweet wine and had not heard about the incident that occurred in Ironforge.

The second is that anything can become a weapon to someone who can handle Aura [magical energy].

Bluemountain rushed at Baron Brigham like lightning and knocked him over.

He was holding a wine opener in his hand, which he had somehow obtained.

“If you call the guards, you’ll be in a lot of pain.”

“C, calm down, Bluemountain! L, let’s talk!”

“Talk······. Talk with someone who risked the lives of the clan just to increase production a little?”

Baron Brigham’s eyes shook violently.

“······W, what are you talking about? I, I really don’t know.”

“Really? If you say so, I’ll believe you just once.”

“Hoo······.”

“······But what to do. Someone who likes wine very much says they can’t believe you.”

Bluemountain raised the wine opener.

And a terrible scream echoed through the room.

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The dwarves, who had finished cleaning up to some extent, gathered in the square and tilted their beer glasses.

“For the survivors!”

“For the warriors who fought bravely!”

As promised, Cainchel made them seasoned chicken.

Fortunately, the livestock farm was outside the castle and was safe. It wasn’t difficult to get cooking ingredients there.

A dwarf’s eyes widened when he saw the fiery red sauce.

“I’ve never seen this kind of seasoning before. Is this spicy smell hot sauce?”

He picked up a leg that was cut into bite-sized pieces with a fork and brought it to his mouth. Despite the thick sauce, it was still crispy.

“It looks pretty delicious?”

The seasoned chicken, steaming with heat, smelled appetizing.

When he bit into it, he couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Oh! Th, this taste!”

The dwarf next to him continued as if they were one body.

“The spicy and sweet sauce really goes well with the fried chicken?”

Since seasoned chicken was provided one per two people, there was no need to fight over the legs and wings.

They stuffed seasoned chicken into their mouths until they burst, chewed, and swallowed, then drank chilled beer.

Then, their bodies, which had been heated up, cooled down and they felt like they were flying.

“Hey, try eating seasoned chicken and drinking beer! It goes together fantastically!”

“Kuhah! It’s true?”

The night deepened in a noisy atmosphere.

It was more than half a day after the flames of the smelting furnace had gone out that Bluemountain returned.

A dwarf with seasoned chicken in one hand and a beer glass in the other stood up.

“Bluemountain! Where have you been? Come here and try the seasoned chicken that the chef made! It’s really delicious!”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for that. Baron Brigham is dead.”

The noisy atmosphere instantly subsided.

“Wh, what do you mean? Tell me slowly.”

Bluemountain, who had gathered the clan, explained that the cause of this incident was Baron Brigham’s greed.

The anger that had barely been suppressed seeped out of his throat again.

“Brigham······, I’ll kill that bastard······!”

“Calm down! He’s already dead!”

“I’m ashamed that I worked for that kind of guy for ten years! I thought he was at least someone who knew honor!”

Some people analyzed the situation calmly rather than giving in to anger.

“So what are you going to do now? You killed the baron, so you’re now a wanted man.”

“I have to leave. Killing Brigham was my decision. If there are people who want to follow me, follow me, and if there are people who want to stay, stay.”

Then the dwarves’ reactions were divided.

“I will follow Beatist!”

“Me too!”

“······I’m sorry, but I’ll stay. My wife is pregnant. It’s hard to go on a long journey.”

“Me too.”

“Yes, Beatist is just the first to strike. Not everyone needs to move accordingly. But I need to get what I need before I leave. Hey Chef Al. Come with me for a moment.”

Bluemountain gestured to Cainchel.

Since he killed a nobleman, there was no place for Bluemountain in Britannia. He would probably have to go north or to another country.

Cainchel asked Bluemountain, who was walking somewhere,

“Don’t you have to run away right now?”

“I built the house where the baron lives. I know where the soundproofing is installed. The body won’t be discovered tonight.”

Bluemountain’s face looked 10 years older in half a day.

It was as if he had burned so hot that only ashes remained.

When he arrived at the fountain in the square, Bluemountain stroked the ring he was wearing.

When he put it on a statue in the corner, a hidden passage appeared.

“This place is······.”

“It’s the armory where Durandal was kept. There are a few other things left, so pick just one that you want.”

“Didn’t I already receive Durandal? Why are you doing this for me?”

“Al······. No, that must be a pseudonym too. The boy saved our clan’s lives. If it weren’t for the boy, everyone would have burned to death without even being able to go near the smelting furnace. There are as many fire spirits as there are dwarves.”

“B, surely there were over three hundred dwarves living here, right?”

“Yes, 309 to be exact.”

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The entire city was engulfed in flames with only about a hundred fire spirits.

But nearly twice that number remained inside the smelting furnace.

And what exactly is the power of Durandal, which extinguished such a smelting furnace in one shot?

It was literally a series of surprises.

Bluemountain lit the passage leading to the armory.

“Pick just one more. The rest must be used for the reconstruction of the clan.”

Cainchel swallowed dryly. There was no reason to refuse any further since he was giving him this much.

Among the weapons stored here, what is the next best thing to Durandal?

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