Cooking Swordmaster [EN]: Chapter 237

And when he pointed to the map hanging at the entrance, Santos’ eyes widened.

“……You managed to find something attached in a location difficult for human eyes to spot. That’s right. The Central Subway extends to the Tuscan Confederation.”

“I know a reliable merchant guild. If we go through them, we can get a sufficient amount of chicken. Santos-nim, please just prepare the transportation.”

Moreover, we can even age it at a low temperature while passing through the subway line.

‘Did he even think that far and ask to borrow the subway line…?’

Santos was once again impressed by Kainchel’s passion.

At this point, he was convinced that he was a man to be trusted, at least when it came to cooking.

“Certainly, if we go through a merchant guild operating in the Tuscan Confederation, we can get a sufficient amount of chicken. …But there’s a rather big problem with the subway line leading there.”

“A problem?”

“Well, you see….”

Then, he let out a sigh so loud that it seemed like the entire tunnel might collapse.

His entire clan was already racking their brains over this problem.

“The minecart running underground is definitely the best means of transportation. Do you know what the biggest obstacle to operating it is? It’s those damn sand worms. They use their huge bodies to destroy the tunnels we’ve worked so hard to build.”

So, the main mission of the dwarf warriors was to hunt sand worms that threatened the safety of the clan.

Their combat power, armed with high stamina and self-made weapons, was more than that of a Sword Knight.

Sand worms were monsters with tremendous jaw strength that could shatter even large rocks in an instant.

However, in front of dozens of dwarf warriors wielding halberds, they turned into punching bags.

“The sand worm meat obtained in that way has poison and a strong odor, so it doesn’t taste good. Still, in the Ottoman Empire, where it’s difficult to obtain meat, it’s a valuable source of protein.”

At that time, Abel’s smacking her lips was caught in Santos’s sight.

‘If she was born in Ottoman, it would make sense, but why would a girl with snow-white skin react to sand worm meat?’

“Anyway, until half a year ago, we were able to handle the sand worms that occasionally appeared. But an anomaly began to occur. Suddenly, ones about three times larger started appearing in swarms. So that railway is no longer accessible.”

“Giant Sand Worms, you say. That’s perfect.”

“What on earth are you talking about! We can’t get all the supplies we need from the mine just through trade with the Ottomans! Do you even know how hard the clan is working to dig a detour right now?!

Giant Sand Worms were one of the most dangerous monsters in the desert.

The appearance of one causes damage comparable to natural disasters such as tsunamis or earthquakes.

Until now, their appearance frequency was very low compared to ordinary sand worms, so we were able to prepare to some extent.

Now that that pattern has been broken, we are in great trouble.

But he says it’s perfect? Is he making fun of me right now?’

“That’s not what I meant. Giant Sand Worms, if cooked well, are really delicious meat. I think you’re short on food anyway, so why don’t we catch some and share it?”

“……Wait a minute. I don’t think I’ve been drinking during the day, but I think I misheard something. Can you say that one more time?”

“I’m saying that Giant Sand Worm meat is really delicious. It’s similar to lobster, and even just boiling it with spices gives it an incredibly rich flavor….”

“……So you’ve eaten the meat of that ferocious giant monster before?”

Kainchel had even cooked dragon meat before.

Compared to that, Giant Sand Worm was just a slightly rare ingredient.

Abel recalled the steak she had eaten with Blue Mountain and muttered.

Before he knew it, the corners of his mouth were full of saliva.

“Hmm… Certainly, the Giant Sand Worm steak that Kainchel grilled was really delicious. Personally, I prefer the seasoned chicken made with Cockatrice.”

“Even Cockatrice?!

Even if he washed his eyes and looked again, he didn’t look like he was joking.

To think that there would be someone who treats that terrifying tyrant of the desert as just an ingredient.

Santos asked, sweating profusely.

“I’ll believe, for the sake of argument, that Giant Sand Worm meat is delicious. But the guy waiting there isn’t an ingredient that’s been prepared for cooking, is it? How are you going to catch it?”

“With just this, Giant Sand Worms are just a good source of protein.”

Kainchel took out Fragarach and demonstrated the advanced swordsmanship, Igyeo Geom [a unique swordsmanship style]. As the sword containing brilliant aura moved as if it had a will of its own, Santos’ face turned white.

“……Isn’t that an Aura Blade?! W-What on earth are you….”

“I guess the introduction was a bit lacking. I’m Kainchel van Zistad, the Sword Master of Diligence, who is in charge of the security of northern Britannia.”

Santos had to forcibly suppress the scream that was about to burst out.

He was already speechless at the cooking skills that were enough to be called a master at a young age.

But to think that he would be a Sword Master who had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship?!

“Oh, Vulcanus [Roman god of fire and metalworking]… To think I was spouting such nonsense in front of a Sword Master….”

“Then how about Giant Sand Worm steak for dinner tonight? Oh, and all the meat I get today is mine. Well, if you claim ownership since it was caught in Santos-nim’s area, I’ll give you about half.”

“……It’s okay! What face do I have to claim ownership! It’s enough just to catch it!”

Kainchel’s eyes lit up.

Giant Sand Worm was something that even Dracula, who had been raising monsters for a thousand years, had only one of.

It is said that there are as many as three of these rare monsters that have been confirmed.

For a while, he wouldn’t have to worry about ingredients to make monster dishes.

Kainchel’s body trembled at the unexpected harvest.

And as Kainchel said, Santos was able to eat Giant Sand Worm steak that evening.

The taste of the monster meat that had been tormenting him for over half a year was truly the best.

* * *

The unexpected harvest didn’t end with getting a lot of Giant Sand Worm meat.

The dwarves, who were already used to sand worm meat, devoured the steak as soon as it was grilled.

“……What on earth is this amazing flavor?! The meat I ate yesterday is like the sole of a shoe compared to this!”

“Steak is good, but try this spicy and crispy chicken. I don’t know how you can bake it to make it taste like this?!”

“Oh! Black Hand has loosened his belt for the first time in ten years! He only shows that when he eats really delicious food!”

“Kuh…! It feels like tears are about to come out as ice-cold beer enters my body that was heated by the hot heat during the day… Damn, it’s so delicious….”

[Guests who ate the 6-star dish ‘Steak with Giant Sand Worm Characteristics’ are very satisfied.]

[A guest who ate the 6-star dish ‘Crispy on the outside, Moist Tandoori Chicken’ is shocked by the amazing taste.]

Both were delicious enough to become prisoners of Kainchel’s cooking.

Clearly, with this, he could completely reverse the landscape of the meat war.

However, Santos noticed a fatal flaw in Tandoori Chicken.

“Hoo, it’s really delicious even if I eat it again. But to make this taste known throughout the Ottoman Empire, we need at least 500 stalls. Can you manage all of that by yourself?”

As the representative of the clan, it was a sharp point.

Even if Kainchel does the primary processing, the final completion must be done by the dwarves.

A slightly different recipe was needed to produce a consistent taste.

“Then fried chicken would be better. You can just take the pre-prepared ingredients in large quantities and fry them.”

Then Santos nodded, hitting his chest.

“Leave that to us. Fire and oil are like friends to dwarves. If it’s fried using that, it’ll be decent enough to eat, even if it’s not as good as you.”

Moreover, by adding a spicy and sweet sauce, it transforms into the secret weapon, seasoned chicken.

If what to make has been decided, there was no reason to hesitate any longer.

“Then Abel, take charge of the transaction with the merchants in the Confederation.”

“Okay. The production of cola has increased by 50% recently, so I’ll throw that as bait.”

“I’m really grateful that you’re helping me.”

“What are friends for? But… Ah, no. I’ll talk about this separately when I get a chance.”

Kainchel, who had seen Abel off to the Confederation, began preparing two thousand chickens obtained from the Ottoman Empire.

The chicken marinated with various spices, salt, and garlic powder is loaded onto the minecart.

Then, if it is aged at a low temperature while maintaining a vacuum state, the preparation for making fried chicken is complete.

Since 20 chickens can be put in at once, the same operation must be repeated about 100 times.

When all that work was finished, Joma Gyeong suddenly sent a notification.

Ting-

[You have made the taste of chicken better by using vacuum and low temperature. Your proficiency is very high.]

[The technology to preserve the taste of ingredients has been sublimated into the ‘Sous-vide’ skill.]

[‘Sous-vide’ has been created.]

…….

….

[Vacuum resistance greatly increases. (+27.1%)]

‘What, I got resistance with a new cooking skill?!’

Kainchel swallowed dryly and put the name of the newly acquired skill into his mouth.

“……Sous-vide.”

[Sous-vide: 1/5]

* Not activated due to lack of experience in preserving ingredients.

It was a skill that had to fill the slot again.

So far, there are a total of 3 skills acquired in the same way.

Aura Sword and Blade, and Brilliant Road.

All of them were just unbelievably better in performance than other cooking skills.

‘Judging from the explanation, it’s definitely an ability to preserve something… If it’s what I’m thinking of right now, it’s an unbelievable skill, isn’t it?’

It seemed that he would have to find out more about preserved food after this incident was over.

‘But what on earth is vacuum resistance?’

If we interpret it literally, it was the ability to withstand being in a place without air.

Just in case, Kainchel filled a small bowl with water and put his head in it.

Even if he was a Sword Master, the limit to how long he could hold his breath underwater was about 3-4 minutes.

However, even after 10 minutes, he didn’t feel short of breath at all.

Even though the resistance was still low, it was this much. If it rises close to 90% like the others, wouldn’t he be able to live in the water altogether?

‘It’s literally a jackpot.’

The resistance to fire and poison had already risen as high as it could go. Recently, it would only increase by 0.1% even if he cooked like crazy for a month.

In comparison, the newly acquired vacuum resistance increases rapidly by handling a few chickens.

‘It’s literally a miracle chimaek [Korean term for chicken and beer]. From now on, I should call it Chicken-nim?’

Kainchel was able to finish preparing the base for 2,000 chickens in an instant, thanks to the fun of raising resistance.

In the meantime, Santos made 500 mobile stalls with other dwarves.

It was completed at an incredible speed at the thought of being able to eat chicken until their stomachs burst.

“Now! All that’s left is to install the equipment to fry the chicken! Let’s put in a little more effort!”

“Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!”

In this way, the Dwarf-made Chimaek stall, which would create numerous legends throughout the Ottoman Empire for the next 3 weeks, was completed.

When Kainchel first showed a demonstration of frying chicken, 500 pairs of eyes sparkled.

“First, soak the low-temperature aged chicken in milk. That way, the flesh will be even softer. Then, coat the powder ingredients evenly and fry in oil heated to 200 degrees [Celsius]. It’s important to fry it twice for a short time because it’s already been cooked once. That way, it’s even crispier.”

The dwarves, who were watching the cooking demonstration, swallowed their saliva without realizing it.

The light brown batter looked crispy just by looking at it, and it gave off a savory smell.

Moreover, there must be moist and soft flesh inside.

“Fry it roughly like this. It’s easy, right?”

It was apprentice chef Asura who helped them practice.

Perhaps because he fried various things every night, his skills were top-notch.

“Oh, please! I am one of yours!”

“What on earth are you saying?!”

As dwarves who were familiar with fire from birth, they quickly acquired the technology to make fried chicken.

And exactly 3 days after Sinbad Sultan’s declaration.

500 Chimaek stalls frying miracles were completed.