"Ray! Three pots for 500 servings of soup are ready!"
"This baked bread is already cold, so please put it away! If you don't clean this bread up quickly, there's no place to put it next, so please hurry up!"
"Fangboa and stir-fried vegetables are ready. If it's cooked too much, the taste will go away. Please clean up the pot!"
"Excuse me, I brought a barrel of wine. Where should I put it? I have a lot of orders, so if you don't pick it up quickly, the entrance will be closed!"

　a space that is essentially It was now overflowing with cooks, bakers, or merchants who had brought their orders.
　Eventually, it was decided to use freshly cooked food as a military provisions, as Ray had suggested, and preparations began immediately the next day.
　If you put the food in the mistling, time won't go by. In other words, there is no problem in cooking food as a provisions from now on, when details of the troops to be served from the city of Gilm have not been decided yet.

"This is the soup pot,"

　Rarely, Ray runs around the training ground, sweating on his forehead, and stores the finished dishes one after another in the mistling.
　Yes, cooking utensils such as pots and pans.
　And after Ray stores the cooking utensils, a new cooking utensil will be installed again to start cooking the next dish.

"Keo, three pots of soup are ready."
"Yes, I understand,"

　At Ray's call, Keo, who follows behind him, answers and runs a pen on the paper in his hand.
　If you're just looking at efficiency, you don't have to bring cooks from all over the city to the guild training ground. In this case, however, it is necessary to check exactly who submitted how much food, bread, or barrels of sake that were brought in. Therefore, Keo is following Ray and at the same time cooks are gathering at the training ground to cook and bake bread under the blue sky.
　Of course, there is no such facility as a kitchen in the training ground. But it was quite simply granted when Dusker asked Marina, the guildmaster, to be the lord of the town.
　Then the blacksmiths in the city literally spared their bedtime to cook large quantities of cooking utensils, and then cooked them and stored them in Ray's mistling. It had already been a few hours since such a busy job began. With this amount of time, you'll usually get used to it to some extent, but even so, as if busy people are busy, Ray is running around the training ground with Keo, the person in charge of supplies.

"Bread is next," Is this all right to be cold?"
"Yes, sir," The next piece of bread is almost ready to be baked, so please do it as soon as possible."
"All right, Keo."

　Ray looked at Keo behind him, but Keo had already written down the number of loaves on the paper he had.
　Finally, quickly check the number of loaves again and turn to Ray.

"Ray, I've checked 180 loaves of bread."

　the peculiar ability to derive the number instantly at a glance That was the biggest reason Keo was in charge of supplies.
　A ray that fully demonstrates its ability to produce headaches because too much is too much for keo's brain to handle, nods to Keo's words after counting the number of loaves, touches a tray made of wood on which bread is placed, and stores it in a mistling.
　As if waiting for it, a new and huge wooden tray is prepared, and fresh bread is immediately taken out of several cooking stoves and arranged to cool down.

"Hey, Ray! Hurry up and ask me!"
"All right, wait a minute!"

　Called by the cook in charge of stir-fry, he heads with the keo to a place lined with roaring fire.
　It was a huge pan, not a frying pan, which was originally suitable for making stir-fried food. It is lined with monster meat fried with plenty of vegetables, as well as stir-fry pork and chicken.
　The busiest part of this big kitchen training ground was where Ray and Keo are now in charge of stir-fry.
　Boiled dishes and soups take a long time to cook, and bread, if not as long as stewed dishes. However, stir-fried food uses magic items made from flame ore and is cooked with firepower that makes you wonder what kind of offensive magic it is. It doesn't require the cooking utensils to be put on a plate, so one dish after another is finished.

"Come on, hurry up. The next stir-fry is almost ready."
"I know. ... By the way, what's next?"
"It's a sauce flavored yakidon that you brought from the town of Abuero. I guarantee the taste."

　Dischott smiles as he wipes the sweat on his forehead with a nearby cloth.
　fried udon with sauce that Ray brought. Impressed by the taste, Dischott frantically adjusted the demi-glace sauce he used in his restaurant to match yakudon, and only recently completed his first sauce-flavored yakudon in the town of Gilm.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it. Let me taste it for a second.

　Keo's hand reaches out to Ray's right shoulder as if to put a stop to the words, though he knows Dischott's cooking skills.

"Ray, this dish is just a ration, so you'll be in trouble if you pick it up."
"... a little?"
"It's not just for the chef to taste it, but if he eats it in front of me, the person in charge of the supply..."

　His words are soft, but he must be proud of his work. give Ray a steady glance
　Eventually, Ray breathes and opens his mouth.

"All right,"

　Ray answers, and puts the dish in the pot again.
　Then, when I look around, a person in the neighborhood calls out to me at the entrance of the training ground.

"Excuse me! I'd like to have a drink soon! The barrel won't let you through here!"
"Oh, yes, yes. I'll be there soon, so please wait a minute. Let's go, Ray. It's not fashionable to block the training ground with barrels."
"Well, if you block the entrance in the first place, you'll find additional ingredients..."

　He said that, and then he started to move towards the person who came to talk to him.

"Oh, you're gathering here! You can't let me in! Oh, get out of the way!"
"Oh, wait a minute. A supply team member will come and pick you up now. Don't be rough in the barrel, for it's sake!"

　It seemed to have been a step late, and a quarrel had begun near the entrance to the training ground.

"Yes, yes, wait a minute," I'll take you right away, so don't fight!"

　Keo, who is in charge of supply, intervenes between the two, saying so.
　Of course, it was impossible to bring a barrel of sake alone, and there were nearly 30 people there, each loaded a large amount of sake barrels into something like a jinrikisha.
　In fact, alcohol is counted as one of the most important commodities in this world war. This is because there are ways to use it, such as allowing people to drink a drink at meals to maintain morale, having a party after winning a skirmish, or drinking when they are overwhelmingly disadvantaged and preventing demoralization and reducing the number of deserters. In addition, so-called strong alcohol can be diverted to disinfecting injuries.
　Although it is unlikely that the troops departing from the city of Gilm will run out of drugs and potions thanks to the benefits of Ray's item box.

"Ray, just put the barrel away! If things go on like this, no one else can come in here."
"Leave it to me,"Ray nods to Keo, who turns around and cries, and heads to the entrance to the training ground.

"All this?"
"Well, just don't put in the jinrikisha because it's ours."
"Leave it to me,"

　Ray nods to the representative man who brings the cask, touches the cask on the rickshaw one after another, and stores it in the mistling.

"Wow, that's amazing... It's my first time seeing an item box."
"Oh? Really? Ray is famous in this city."
"No, no matter how famous it is, it's because it's the same as Seto. I don't usually use item boxes."
"Not really," Ray often buys a lot of food at shops and stuffs them in item boxes. At least I've seen it many times before."

　We store sake casks one after another, listening to what the muscular men who carried sake casks on rickshaws are talking about.
　Then Keo sees the jinrikisha that had been parked near the entrance of the training center empty and calls out to the other group.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Some of them are running out of ingredients, so please bring them in more and more!"
"Leave it to me," The bastards of the Vestian Empire, if you eat a dish made of the ingredients we brought, you'll be able to kill them in no time. Hey, boys!"
"Oh!"

　The first man's voice is chanted by those behind him.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
"Hold on! The bread is baked! Please wrap it up as an item box!"

　As soon as I think I've put all the casks in, the representatives of those who were baking bread again call out to Ray and Keo.

"Yes, I'll be there soon. Ray!"
"I know!"

　As might be expected, being so busy might be physically exhausting, but he would start walking with a small sigh.





"... I'm really tired..."
"Glu?"

　Ray muttering unintentionally while walking on the darkened road at night.
　Seto, who was listening to it, peeps into Ray and chirps in his throat.
　While Ray and Keo desperately stored their food supplies in the mistling, Seto ended up lying in the guild's subterfuge, spending time with children, adventurers, and city dwellers, either because they were too big and disturbing, or because hair and feathers could get into the food.
　After the evening, the chefs who had been cooking all day said that they couldn't do anything more, so that's it for today.
　It didn't turn out that… Of course the cooks broke up on the spot, and each of them went home paid.
　Incidentally, as is evident in this case, if provisions are prepared properly, the price of each meal will naturally skyrocket, although there are also horse-drawn carts to carry supplies. This imitation may have been possible because the city was so wealthy because it exported high-level monsters and herbs to the kingdom of Milliana as the only city on the frontier, as well as herbs that live only in the region. There is no doubt that the cost of provisions was too high for a common nobleman, and that Dusker would have put his foot down in the way he judged them.
　Anyway, after the cooks left, Ray and Keo's work was not over yet.
　After a break of about 10 minutes after the food matter was settled, I went to various shops all over the city with two people, including a set, storing recovery items, weapons, protective equipment, medical supplies used for treatment, tame leaves for military horses, containing a large quantity of water, and so on.
　Unlike the food, these things don't cool down and lose their taste, so considering the effort required to collect them in one place, Ray himself was quick to put them in the storage.
　However, unlike the food, we cannot store all the supplies in one day, so we have to go around for a few days.
　Still, Dusker probably knew it was dangerous for Ray to leave all his supplies entirely to Ray. Ray was only half in charge of supplies other than provisions.

"Well, but this busyness is a little later." It shouldn't take more than 10 days, so try a little harder."

　Keo, who is walking after Ray and Seto, says so.

"... Come to think of it, why don't you follow us back to the Knights?"

　Ray responds by looking at an empty‐handed keo.
　Keo is empty-handed because he keeps a large stack of paper in Ray's mistling to check supplies.
　He said that if he was going to act with Ray anyway, he could use Ray's item box instead of having to carry a heavy bundle of paper, and as Ray allowed it, Keo had no need for a heavy bundle of paper to take up space.
　He had only a sheath with a sword hanging from his waist, though in a way he looked like a knight.

"No, because I have to work with Ray for a while from today. Then I'd better get up with Ray at the same inn. Now that your boss has ordered you to do so, you have to accept it as a subordinate, don't you?"
"Grull?"

　Seto bends his head slightly, looking back at the keo.
　For Seto, it wasn't that bad to have someone nearby who wouldn't be afraid of you, and the point was to give you food often.

"...do as you please,"

　Seeing Seto's condition, he accepted Keo's company with a wry smile.
　Thus, Ray and Keo will act together, collecting supplies and storing them in Ray's mistling for about 10 days.
　Then the day came when we set out for the battlefield.