To Hell with Being a Saint, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 464

episode 464 the increasing number of slaves (4)

even the king’s permission has been lost.

ray was spending time picking up food ingredients one by one in the royal kitchen.

“because we’re not the ones who have to move anyway.”

in the current situation, even if you forcefully search for the culprit, you won’t find much.

it was more efficient to wait until the other side moved first.

“ha ha ha. it is said that his majesty the king is contemplating issuing a special decree, but the holy son is relaxed.”

special order?

what else does that mean?

when one of the cooks spoke while carrying the ingredients, ray asked back.

“his majesty’s special order... what do you mean by that?”

“did you not know?”

rather, as if he was more surprised, the bearded chef asked back.

of course i didn’t know.

the reason he sought the king in the first place was to solve his own business, not to say hello.

moreover, it was all the more so because he had been busy taking care of the knights he had captured as prisoners the past few days.

ray really didn’t notice, and the royal chef burst into laughter again.

“uh ha ha ha. didn’t the holy son make a lot of contributions to the kingdom of celia?”

if it was a ball, he set up a lot.

she supported celia materially and even helped in the shadows without realizing it.

is that all?

externally, he prevented the war with the devon kingdom, connected it to the right, caught the black gangsters who had infiltrated silia, and even ended the battle without damage in the small battle on the border.

the feat of capturing numerous prisoners of the black room had already spread widely to other countries.

but what does that mean?

as i tilted my head as if i didn’t know why, the cook who had put down the basket of ingredients continued.

“there can be no reward for such achievements. of course, his majesty the king is arranging a reward for the holy son.”

“a reward?”

“yes. to the extent that he is even thinking of a special order for him.”

a special decree is a kind of authority in which the king independently ignores all laws of the kingdom and moves.

in the past, a special order was out of the standard, to the extent that a special order was issued once in celia and the ducal family was deleted.

in other words, it meant that ray’s achievements for celia were so great that the king of celia thought of compensation with a special order in mind.

‘this is kind of unsettling.’

ray had a chill on his back.

the king was depicted desperately moving to connect himself with celia.

it’s just that he’s being rewarded for what he’s done, but he’s somehow insecure.

ray sighed and let his thoughts fly.

could there be any problem?

i’m not going to use my hands to pamper you again.

“i heard that your majesty has been diligently deciding day and night. it is all thanks to the holy son that we can now cook peacefully like this.”

hearing compliments makes me feel better.

how long has it been since you heard a compliment?

excited, ray demonstrated the skill of quickly trimming the ingredients brought by the chef.

the two of them sat by the stream and prepared the ingredients, put the well-arranged ingredients in a basket and rose from their seats.

“come to think of it, i saw the saint prepare ingredients, but i don’t think i saw him cook. if i get a chance, i want to taste the saint’s cuisine.”

royal chefs are those who have dedicated their lives to cooking.

as they were one of the few talented people in the kingdom, the royal chefs were the ones who did not hesitate to run a thousand miles if there was a chance to discover cooking.

when i saw him smiling with a bright expression on his face without even realizing the absurdity of asking the saint to cook, all he could do was laugh.

if it had been seongguk, it would have been punished for being rude.

upon arriving at the king’s kitchen, a commotion was felt from outside.

“there’s no way there’s a thief in the castle...”

“it’s a ghost to wail.”

they moved busily and expressed disapproval.

ray approached and asked.

“what else?”

“saint’s ingredients have disappeared again. although the amount is small, i am a little concerned that things continue to happen in the past few days.”

“i can’t do without this either.”

what he took out was a neat bottle of liquor and a small bag of rice.

he rinsed the rice clean and soaked it in water.

while frying the potatoes, he threw the onion into the heated iron pot.

chiyiik-!

at this point, even as a chef who has mastered three hundred recipes, he had no idea what kind of dish this was.

i thought it was a meat dish, but i thought it was stir-fried vegetables, and i thought it was stir-fried vegetables, but i took out rice and alcohol.

the whole time he watched, he grunted and tried to reveal the identity of the dish, but in the end, he couldn’t even catch a clue.

after some time, the onion was browned and sautéed nicely.

after adding minced garlic and frying it once more, ray poured the alcohol into the iron pot with the beef.

when the firepower of the furnace was increased by adding mana, the huge flame reaching the ceiling swallowed the iron pot in an instant.

whoaaah-!

the heat of the flames hit his face.

the alcohol that went in with the beef vaporizes and flies away along with the fish.

the fire was so strong that it was cooked for a short time just enough to scorch the outside, then took out a new iron pot.

lightly stir-fry minced garlic there to preserve the scent of garlic, then stir-fry the soaked rice together.

at this point, the cooking was almost at an end.

“it’s been a while since i made this dish.”

thinking that i should make it for lacia when i go home later, i poured water little by little into the iron pot.

as the rice gradually ripened, the beef with the odor removed was placed on top and boiled together.

the sweet scent and the savory scent overlapped, giving off an indescribable scent.

the royal chefs came forward step by step without my knowledge.

that’s why the scent of ray’s cooking was enchanting.

“this is this... what is this...?”

“i only seasoned it with a little salt, but it smells like this...”

“please tell me the name of the dish.”

when asked to name the food, ray thought for a moment.

a close friend in the past called this dish ‘risotto for disposal of leftovers’.

however, since it is a dish that goes up to the royal family, it cannot be called that.

while struggling, ray put his index finger on his lips and licked his lips, recalling the beginning of the risotto.

risotto was first made in milan around the 16th century.

at the time, milan was under spanish rule.

while searching for a connection between the two, ray came up with a rough name.

“the name of this dish is ‘hardship’.”

although it was briefly thought of while thinking of milan suffering under spanish rule, his words came as a great shock to the chefs.

a dish i had so much fun making.

sweet and savory, and the faint scent of alcohol in it.

the secretly spreading scent that made them bewildered struck their brains again.

“it was a hardship... it was a hardship...”

“it was a dish with a heavy weight unlike the outside. thank you for letting me taste good cuisine.”

now the sweet fragrance came sadly to them.

the savory scent made me feel stuffy, and the plain scent of alcohol gave me a numbness in my chest.

the chef asked cautiously.

“excuse... would it be all right if i tasted it?”

since it was a dish that went directly to the royal family, it was necessary to directly check the presence or absence of poison.

since it was made by a saint, there is no need to worry about it at all, but his honest feelings were that he wanted to taste it as an excuse.

“please.”

when ray readily agreed, he carefully took out a silver tableware and touched it to the dish for a moment before moving it to his mouth.

mmmmmmm –

i only took a bite, but the unknown taste that i had never tasted before was on the tip of my tongue.

the mouth that was chewing the food stopped on its own.

the sweetness that oozes out the more you chew it somehow makes you feel sad in line with the name of hardship.

the meat, thickly incense from the fire of the brazier, is so tender that it can be easily swallowed.

the chef was already impressed by the dish and followed it with his heart.

“...the best cuisine.”