Raising Paladins

Episode 34. A specimen of learning (4)

“just now… … Did you say Carlos?”

The unexpected name that came out of his mouth.

Carlos.

The legendary hero of the Empire whom Meisa respects!

It may be an undeserved name for a man with a shabby appearance and even soup dripping down his face.

However, Meisa did not think so.

‘This man… … Something different!’

His face is shabby, but he feels an elegant elegance that he doesn’t know where.

The serious look, the attitude that doesn’t get excited easily, the calm but dignified voice… … .

Besides, Meisa saw how well Carl had mastered swordsmanship and learning.

The image Carl showed at the test site is the proof!

Thanks to that, Meisa fell into an illusion, even though it was only for a moment.

‘If Carlos was alive, would it feel like that… … ?’

To the book I wrote about the Holy Sword Carlos.

Carlos’ swordsmanship was as natural as flowing water, but the destructive power at the tip of the sword was said to be the strongest on earth.

-Keah!

When Carl hit Terry’s shoulder with a wooden sword in the temple earlier.

Then Meisa heard clearly.

The sound of an unknown force carrying a wooden sword destroying Terry’s shoulder.

He also said this.

Carlos’s brain contains more knowledge than anyone else in the world.

Not only theology, but also warfare, art, music, food, etc… … .

It was said that it contained vast amounts of knowledge that ordinary humans could not even dare to imagine.

‘curious… … !’

I want to find out more.

What the heck is that powerful swordsmanship, where did he learn such in-depth knowledge of theology and history, and how he knew so well about the legendary hero Carlos?

Why is his name Carlos?

I was curious about a lot of him.

Of course, the situation inside the inn was not in an atmosphere to satisfy Meisa’s curiosity.

“Is this beggar crazy? Are you saying you know who I am!”

“He’s insulting a great chef.”

“… … Chef?”

Guzman looked at Bill, who was holding his collar.

It was like looking at an insect.

“Did you just call this midget ‘chef’? This shorty who sells grilled pork in a run-down inn?”

The word ‘chef’.

That would be fitting of a court cook, or at least a professional cook in charge of the meals of aristocratic families.

Guzman thought so.

It’s not suitable for the food that commoners eat or the cook who sells it.

Besides, isn’t Bill a dwarf?

Dwarf blood was mixed, and he was short and ugly.

‘Chef’ to such a person… … ?

A deep sneer crept across Gusman’s lips.

“I heard that you are a priest, but you are just an idiot who goes wild without knowing the world. Being a priest is also a lie, right? yes?”

“Look at me… … .”

widely.

He put down the wooden cup Carl was holding on the table next to him.

Originally, I don’t talk for a long time against the kids.

However, this toad-like creature that jumped out of hibernation needed to be properly disciplined.

‘Even if I hit him, I won’t get anything.’

They are too poor for Carl to use his hands.

If it was a battle priest or a knight, or even a wild scavenger, I would have beaten them to their senses.

Even at first glance, the bodies of Guzman and the men were really bad.

They are like anchovies who have gained weight or are skinny because they don’t exercise at all.

This is a typical case of growing up in a well-to-do family and ignorant of the world.

These guys had a better way than violence.

“Nothing has changed since then and now, when it comes to the lowly men waving their moneybags to court women. That would be all I can do.”

“What, what?!”

Gauzeman’s face instantly heated up.

His gaze glanced at Maysa and then back.

So did other noble men.

“Can’t you shut up? If you keep being cocky, tell my dad… … .”

“Typical repertoire. I don’t have the skills to solve it myself, and if there is an accident, it’s just my dad, my dad… … Didn’t you have to hold Dad’s hand when you went outside? It’s a very dangerous world if Dad doesn’t protect you.”

“profit… … !”

“And my eyesight is that you guys don’t exist. Look at this.”

chuck!

A wooden plate that a knife was carrying at some point.

There was a Raspberry Pi that Bill had made.

An appetizing pie made by putting raspberry jam and filling in the middle of the dough, and cutting the dough in an oblique shape on top so that the contents inside are visible like a honeycomb.

Carl first pointed to the top of the pie.

“It is diagonally processed so that the raspberry jam inside can be seen clearly, but the outside is coated with an egg and baked to capture the savory aroma and taste at the same time. I adjusted the heat very carefully so that it was well cooked through to the inside, but none of the outside, where you can see the jam, was burnt.”

Next, I lifted the pie slightly to reveal the bottom.

“This swollen bottom dough, this is what I poked dozens of times with a fork to make pores at the bottom of the dough before applying raspberry jam. That way, when it goes into the oven, the thick bottom dough will puff up like this.”

Finally, Carl used a wooden pie knife to slice the pie exactly in half.

Then, the raspberry jam inside gently flowed down.

“The pinnacle is this raspberry jam. It flows down on the cold floor, but it doesn’t stick to the floor or solidify and clump together nicely. This means that when making jam by boiling raspberries and sugar, it was cooked within 10 minutes with very precise heat.”

Carl looked around slowly.

The inn was full of guests waiting in silence for Carl’s next words.

All of the guests were completely immersed in the fight between Carl and Guzman.

“That table also ordered a Raspberry Pi, and that one too. And there too.”

The direction the knife points with each finger.

Plates of raspberry pie were placed on the tables of the guests who had settled in.

“Bill bakes dozens of these perfect Raspberry Pis an hour. It is also of the same perfect quality. This is called craftsmanship, and the craftsman in the kitchen is called ‘chef’. You said I have no discernment, but it is you guys who have no discernment. Also, by insulting Bill’s cooking, you insulted all the guests who came to this inn for Bill’s raspberry pie.”

“uh… … ?”

Carl’s words changed the atmosphere inside the inn.

Customers who had been quietly watching the fight so far began to gather around Carl and Bill.

They were glaring at Guzman and the nobles with very frightening expressions.

“He ignored us… … ?”

“Have you been eating this Raspberry Pi for over ten years?”

“If you insult Bill, you insult us.”

Guzman and the nobles who have become traitors in the inn before they know it.

The sight of dozens of people around them glaring at them with a vicious force almost forced them to urinate.

Then Carl looked at the gauze man and asked.

“I’m asking out of curiosity, where is your father now?”

“omg… … !”

Clap!

I heard someone lock the inn door from the inside.

Realizing the meaning of the sound, Guzman’s face turned white in an instant.

“Wait a minute! I’ll pay you! I have money!”

“If it’s a crone, I have enough.”

okay.

Carl held the money bag at his waist.

It was only gauze, several times thicker than the money bag he wore around his waist.

The price that Brand disposed of the scavenger’s confiscated goods and handed over to Carl!

With all sorts of odds and ends, as well as weapons, precious metals and even small gold nuggets, the amount of money he disposed of was staggering.

Looking at Carl’s money bag like that, he felt that his own money bag was so shabby.

“Then, what will you give us to send us safely?!”

“apologize.”

“apologize… … ?”

“okay. Apologize politely to the chef. Of course, I don’t know if I can go back ‘safely’… … .”

Citizens of Tournoble glaring at the gauzemans around them!

Only Gauz met their eyes one by one and swallowed his saliva.

Then he slowly released his hand from Bill’s collar.

“ha ha ha… … ha ha ha… … I didn’t recognize the great chef and made a mistake… … that, isn’t it? Guys?”

“of course! We made a big mistake! Bill deserves to be called a chef! cancer!”

“I will never ignore Bill again!”

The gauze man gently rubbed Bill’s shoulder with an awkward smile.

Even if they didn’t bow their heads or kneel, it’s the best apology for nobles to say this much to Bill, a commoner.

It was a knife that could have been used to force them to kneel, but it was not necessary.

‘Because if I insulted him, Bill could get retaliated against.’

Carl, who chose Meirium as his base, would have to leave Tournoble.

But what about Bill?

He must continue to live here in Tournoble, where he has his own inn.

But what if the second generation of the native nobility hold a grudge against Bill?

Then it will be a really tiring life.

Carl didn’t intend to scold the Guzmans any more for that reason.

Of course, there will be a day when I will stop by Tournoble again, and I’ll have to scold you more after seeing the situation at that time.

Carl said, organizing his thoughts.

“Still, the mind seems to remain. If you ever need someone to vent your anger on, always come to Meirium Temple of Dawn. Got it?”

“That, it is… … .”

“Is that so?”

“oh! no! What a resentment! The words are in vain ha ha… … Are you like that too?”

The noble men nodded quickly.

Then Carl threw the raspberry pie plate from earlier on the noble table.

“This is where I live. First, think of it as a gift for purchasing oysters. and.”

Carl’s gaze turned to the only woman in the group this time.

“Are you dissatisfied with my name? From what I can see, it looks like I was forced to.”

“Oh no! I am never like that!”

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Jump!

Meisa is startled when Carl suddenly speaks to her.

She burst out of her seat.

Her cheeks were stained like peaches.

‘There is extensive theological knowledge in swordsmanship skills, and there is even a knowledge of cooking… … .’

A true example of Park Hak Da-sik!

The more I look at him, the more curious I am of a man.

Where the hell did a man like that come from?

It is qualitatively different from the sons of aristocrats who are like making gauze, or those like Terry, who only believe in strength and play around.

Even at the young age of only 20 years old… … .

It’s probably because the soup was flowing, but he’s got pretty good looks, and he’s particularly impressive with his blonde hair and golden eyes.

Meisa couldn’t take her eyes off the ‘man with a corner to learn’ she had never seen before.

“Did you get anything on my face?”

“It’s not like that… … .”

“Then why do you keep staring at me?”

“alcohol… … .”

“… … ?”

Meisa dropped her gaze for a moment.

With her eyes wide open as if she had made up her mind, she shouted at Carl.

“I want to buy you a drink! To that one!”

“… … !”

Meisa was even called the ‘Ice Rose of Tournoble’ because she did not give her heart to anyone easily!

Guzman and the men were startled by her cry.