The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

"Excuse me."

Apologize to us with Mr. Kowl in the chair.

"It's okay, take your time"

Speak to Mr. Kowl as he washes his dirty nets with charcoal and sauce.

Lizzie is in the chair next to Mr. Kowl, and she's stuck at his desk.

I don't even seem to have the energy to speak up anymore.

"Okay, it's over"

Your father, who was treating the charcoal, stretches his arm a lot.

"Good day, Father"

"How's that?

"It's over."

He nodded when he showed me the dirt removed net.

My father, who comes next door and washes his hands, turned around and "puffs" erupted.

Looking back while wiping your father's hand with a cloth, Mr. Kowl and Mr. Lizzie are dripping with their right cheek on their desks.

"That's how tired you are"

"I don't have a choice. If that's all the customers are pushing over."

The women in the next tent gathered in line thanks to the noise in front of the stall.

Still thought it would settle around after lunch, so we went back to the square but after a while we went back to the square we heard some rumors.

"They have stalls where Melme can be eaten deliciously," he said.

Somehow I had a bad feeling and when I went to Mr. Kowl's stall, the guest line was longer than noon.

When I made sure Lizzie was okay, I shook my neck to the side with a tired look.

"You were in a hurry then. It was an exhausting look."

"Yeah. Glad you're back."

Glad I could help you before you fell.

"Right."

Boil the water and add the tea.

Put it at your desk with Fina, who your father bought after closing the stall.

"Good day, Mr. Kowl and Mr. Lizzie. Eat something sweet."

The two of you get up snuggly in my voice.

Slow motion and a little scary.

"Thanks"

Lizzie took a bite of Fina and breathed relief.

Sweet stuff is good for ho, right?

I take a bite, too.

Yeah, delicious.

"Tomorrow, you're off."

"Right."

When you notice, the magic box is empty.

They baked it until tomorrow's minute before they knew it and sold it.

Well, I had no choice because I was confused.

"I'm a little horrified"

Lizzie drinks tea slowly.

"Oh, don't rest."

Lizzie gives Mr. Kowl a slightly more annoying look in his words.

"Not that way, because you sold me"

"Oh, that way. I'm glad to hear that, too. I just want to take it slow tomorrow. My arm hurts."

Mr. Kowl's arm, who was baking Merme, seems to be the limit, and he has pain.

"Sorry. Kowl, are you okay?

Lizzie gently lays down Mr. Kowl's arms.

"Drink the potion you have at home and you'll be fine."

If there's a potion, it's sturdy.

And were you baking so hard that your arms hurt?

I've been helping your father along the way, but he's been baking it almost all day.

"I think we should keep the potion here until the guests calm down."

"I will."

I see your father with the look Lizzie drew.

Your father and Mr. Kowl, who noticed that, look back at Lizzie.

"What's wrong?

"Until the guests settle down now. Are people pushing you this far again?

Your father thought a little, but nodded once.

"It'll be crowded the day after tomorrow because I'm off tomorrow. It could be more customers today."

Indeed, it has already spread to adventurers as a rumor store.

It will spread to the villagers tomorrow.

Yet I'm off tomorrow.

Those who can't come tomorrow could also push it the day after tomorrow.

People get together for the food we're talking about.

"When it comes to more than today, how much planting will be needed?

"Right, you should have three times what you have today at your leisure"

I'm surprised at your father's words, Mr. Kowl and Mr. Lizzie.

"Um, can anyone help me with the store? I think I'll settle down in a week or so, just in the meantime."

Looks like Lizzie and the others aren't used to it either, so we should get a little more manpower, right?

I can't even take a break if it's like today.

Concon.

Hmm? Looks like someone's here.

"Yes. Who is it?

"It's me, it's Ava. Kool?"

Mr. Abba?

"Father! What's up? Is something wrong?

Mr. Kowl, who hurried up from the chair, immediately opens the door to the entrance and exit of the stall.

There were two elderly men and two women standing there looking worried.

"I heard rumors about something. Melme's stall opened. I was talking about that yesterday, so I thought maybe, what are you doing!, what do you do with more debt!

Is that it?

Could there be a rumor going around that isn't the same as the rumor that "Melme is a delicious eating stall"?

"No, that's okay"

Yeah, Mr. Kowl's right.

If it works, maybe we can pay off your parents' debts.

"What's all right! Is it because you closed the store at this hour and still couldn't sell it?

Don't worry about what rumors really went around.

"No."

"Come on now. We know. He said he made you guys do it."

Mr. Abba, I'm sure you regret everything.

He said he was forcing the kid.

"That's right. Let's talk about it, and we'll pay your debts."

This woman looks like Mr. Kowl.

Is that your mother?

"Listen to me!

Mr. Kowl's shouts echo in the stall.

My body shivers in horror.

"Ha, I closed the store because the merchandise I sell sold out"

"" "" Huh? Sold out "" "

Four surprised people with their eyes open.

Melme sold it out, and it was such a shock.

"Kool, is it true that it's sold out? You mean Melme sold it?

Eyes with anticipation, perhaps Mr. Kowl. Your mother looks at Mr. Kowl.

"Oh, it's true"

And someone who thinks it's Mr. Kowl's mother who can break his face.

"I'm sorry. It suddenly got noisy."

Lizzie apologizes to your father and me.

Abba and the others seem to have finally noticed us in a bit of a hurry in that voice.

"Excuse me. Uh, nice to meet you. I'm Abba, Kool's father. Next door."

"It's my mother's ricore. Sorry for the sudden noise."

I knew it was your mother.

You look like the eye area or the nasal muscle or something.

"It's Lizzie's father, Michal, and it's her mother, Chail. Uh, what about you?

"This is Druid and her daughter Ivy, who are traveling. Nice to meet you."

"It's Ivy. Best regards,"

Get out of the chair and go next to your father and say hello.

Somehow Mr. Ricore and Mr. Chail smiled at me.

"Dad, they taught me how to eat Melme deliciously."

"Really? Thank you for that."

Mr. Abba squeezes your father's hand.

"It's more Ivy's way of cooking than mine."

"That's amazing. Your daughter?

Four gaze concentrates on me.

This is a little embarrassing.

Yes, I'd like to know what rumors are circulating.

"Um, what were the rumors about Melme?

Now can you predict how many people will be here the day after tomorrow?

"The rumors we heard were, 'I hear you've got a Merme stall' and 'There's an idiot selling Merme at the stall' and 'There's a stall where Merme can be eaten deliciously'. These three."

I don't feel like I need the second one though.

As this rumor spreads tomorrow...... I figured I should get ready about triple the day after tomorrow.

"Father, I knew it was about 3x"

"I guess."

Abba and the others gave a strange look to your father and my conversation, and Mr. Kowl and Lizzie laughed bitterly.

"Um, do you have any melumes that tasted better? I'd like to try it."

Mr. Chail asks Mr. Kowl, but he shakes his neck sideways.

"Sorry. I had two days' worth of it for you, but I sold it out. There's nothing left at all."

Mr. Kowl's answer was accompanied by a complex look that made Abba and her happy, but unfortunate, faces as well as Mr. Chail's.