I Became The Academy’s Narrow-Eyes chapter 39

39 – Surviving Rebringer Mansion (1)

“You’re quite confident in cooking, what is that… ”

Yena, who has consistently maintained a strict expression on her face, almost lost her soul at my boastful assertion that she was quite confident in cooking.

Drin Rebringer invited guests to dinner.

However, it is difficult to serve dinner due to the absence of the chef.

In such a situation, who the hell would raise their hand and say something like ‘then I cook, I’m good at it’.

It was something he would never have said if he had even a little understanding of the rules of formality, etiquette, and decency that existed in the aristocratic world.

however.

what.

whatever.

I’m a blind man

Cleverness and shamelessness were the basic qualities in our industry.

‘I’m a commoner, so the aristocratic world rules? Didn’t you know that?

If it came out like a goofy guy like that, there was no other way for a noble noble like the old one.

Aristocrats tended to prioritize face and formality over efficiency and rationality in official settings, but they were not ignorant enough to believe that it was true.

It’s just a custom, a convention, a rule, so I just follow it.

In an official place where other family aristocrats are watching like now, an ecosystem-destroying commoner who doesn’t know the rules or anything appears like me?

In that case, the best aristocrats could do was ignore or avoid.

But now I am no mere commoner.

First of all, he is a guest who has been invited by Drin and followed him to the mansion.

“…”

This was the reason why Jena was hardened like a stone and couldn’t take any action.

You couldn’t openly ignore me, and you couldn’t avoid me.

While playing hide and seek, he was caught by the tag and said, ‘Why am I dying? Am I alive?’ A human catastrophe that is scrutinized.

Could that be the me that Yena sees now?

In such a situation, the best response Yena could take was not to tell the other person the rules of tag-by-line.

‘ah. What is this guy all about? I’ll have to stop messing with him next time.’

Promising for the future inwardly, and catering appropriately so as not to spoil the atmosphere right now.

That was the best response Yena could do now.

Yena raised her glasses and made a businesslike expression.

“I’m really glad to say- Ceylon-sama visited this mansion as a guest. Wouldn’t it be rude to ask Ceylon-sama to be in charge of dinner…”

Jenna carefully blurted out her words.

No matter how ignorant he may be, he would be able to understand that Yena’s worried attitude now contains a euphemism for refusal.

however.

what.

whatever.

I already said it, but I’m a blind man.

Such an euphemistic refusal?

Nothing like that can stop me.

“hahahaha, what a rudeness! Don’t say that, because I want to do it. Did you know that most people who are good at cooking are also people who like to cook?”

“…”

A narrow-eyed smirk that makes the trap of the euphemism of refusal to be trap-free, no, ephemeral.

Jenna, speechless, closed her eyes.

is it.

Do you feel despair right now?

Soon after, Yena opened her eyes again and returned to her usual calm and businesslike attitude.

“If you take charge of dinner on behalf of the chef at this mansion, we will appoint Ceylon-sama as the official manager. Also, we will prepare a reward for Ceylon-sama’s achievements.”

It seems to promise a reward, but this time, there was a different true intention hidden in it.

I will appoint Ceylon-sama as the official person in charge.

In other words, the moment I enter the kitchen, I am no longer a guest, but a daily part-timer.

What that meant was simple.

If you do well, you will receive a reward, but if you do not, you will be held accountable.

Perhaps, if I am held accountable, Jena will put me on the ‘Rebringer Mansion’ blacklist.

I will also put it on the list of ‘bad friends that the lady who gave you shouldn’t hang out with’.

Guess.

It seemed that this foolish lady had the same thoughts as me.

I want to take this opportunity to separate myself from the sheep we have given.

It was the moment when the fan of darkness and the fan of light collided head-on.

Of course I was a fan of the light.

“Ohhh…! What a reward! This, it’s on fire? Today, I’ll show my skills without hesitation!”

When I answered quickly this time, two emotions were revealed above Jena’s businesslike atmosphere.

fatigue. And it was coming.

“Okay. Then, by accepting Ceylon-sama’s kindness, I will entrust the preparation of the dinner to be held at this mansion to Ceylon-sama.”

Only then did I feel her gaze and look back.

Miss Aedrin, Miss Miz, and Adela were looking at me with worried eyes.

It was a gaze that seemed to say, ‘Are you really going to be okay?’

I smiled as confidently as I could, meaning to stop worrying.

“I hope you all look forward to it.”

However, the three girls look even more unreliable.

Really, it couldn’t be anything other than girls who had a low understanding of the blind man.

Worrying about dinner prepared by a blind man?

what.

Actually, what I’m really worried about isn’t the taste of my cooking, it’s my fate if this goes wrong.

If something goes wrong here, the Rebringer family will be properly hated.

It was a pretty reckless way to break through, even in my opinion.

But I can’t help it.

Missing this opportunity, Jena arranges my room and advises me not to approach the lady I gave you anymore?

At that moment, I was banned from approaching the sheep we gave by the Rebringer family.

In that case, the progress of the quest that will occur in the future will be greatly hindered.

First of all, we no longer get along with our offerings.

If the grass does not see sunlight, it dies.

If I don’t see our sheep, I die.

It was common sense.

Now I am struggling to survive.

Of course, we don’t know how the story would turn out if our sheep raised their voices.

I was in no position to be in debt to our sheep.

Rather, it is a position to pay off the debt.

That way, we can make fun of the amount we gave.

Come to think of it, how is our sheep accepting the current situation?

“Ceylon, can you really satisfy me? I’m quite a gourmet no matter how I look.”

Our sheep had a face full of playfulness and a desire to compete, as if some kind of duel had begun.

Now, among the sheep we gave, if my dish doesn’t suit the person’s taste, the match starts and the rules say that the sheep we gave wins. Is there a rule?

‘hahahaha.’

Apparently, Yang Din, a swordsman genius born with the talent of our generation, may have no one to match in swordsmanship, but he seemed to have little interest in political matters like this.

It was a moment when I understood why the Rebringer family had attached that sharp Jena.

***

No matter how much it is, it is impossible for a guy who has not been verified to serve food that has not been verified to the guests of the Rebringer Mansion.

“I hope you have a comfortable time.”

While Jena and I had time to check with the other maids in the kitchen, the party excluding me had tea time in the guest room.

If I get a passing grade, it goes straight to dinner.

If I get a dropout point, it will lead to dissolution as it is.

“Okay then-“

After I parted ways with my companions, Jena’s eyes looking at me grew colder.

It seemed as if he would say, ‘You don’t fit in with the lady we gave you, so could you please keep your distance?’

“First, would you like to bake this?”

Jena brought me a well-wrapped chunk of meat and handed it to me.

Grill the whole meat-steak.

It was the best way to check your cooking skills in a short amount of time.

If it was the same as before, of course I don’t know how to grill a steak.

Raw meat pretending to be medium rare after watching a YouTube video.

A chunk of rubber pretending to be medium rare.

That must have been the best I could have made with this hunk of meat.

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[Attribute: Absolute Taste]

[Rating: Legend]

-You are an expert at cooking.

You have tasted and created countless flavors.

There may be flavors you don’t know, but there won’t be flavors you don’t understand.

Always keep an eye on your spouse’s belly fat.

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But now I am different.

Right now, the will of the director of the gray gym in Gray City in the Kanto region is with me.

I wonder why the gym leader’s will is helpful for cooking, but somehow it happened.

‘see…’

I looked at chunks of meat from a culinary expert’s point of view through attributes.

Then, a lot of information was entered into the head through the eyes and nose.

The fat content, the freshness of the meat, the type of meat, the degree of ripeness- No, what is this?

‘It’s a bit excessive.’

I only had a snowball fight with meat once, but too much information was put into my head.

This wasn’t the level of talent that comes from always cooking for a colleague.

‘Did I commit it again?’

click click.

Wow, I’m tired of my cooking skills.

From noble mtl dot com

A bitter taste in my mouth once again when I recognize another great talent I have acquired through irresponsible clicking.

I had no face in seeing the cooks who would be swearing at the swearing chef to learn how to cook.

‘It sucks.’

But what can I do?

A trait that has already become part of me.

I’m sorry, chefs.

Hey, let me eat you.

‘I will use this precious talent in a meaningful place for self-interest.’

Before I knew it, I had countless recipes for cooking this meat in my head.

“How should I cook it?”

Rare, medium rare, medium, medium well done?

Come see anything!

“First of all, since the degree of ripeness the lady we gave you most prefers is 4, would you cook it with a degree of 4 first?”

okay show.

‘What is that?’