Magical Tool Master Dahlia Never Compromises ~ Starting Today: Life as a Freelancer ~

She has to climb up and down every day when she works and does housework.

Living in the tower is actually quite physically demanding.

"I'm sorry to ask you to do this... but if you call me from the bottom of the tower and I don't respond, or if you're worried about me, please call the guards."

"I hope this never happens."

"Yes, I will be careful. But misfortunes can happen at any time."

"Everyone is subject to misfortunes and blessings at any moment... That's right, there are always unforeseen things..."

As Wolff spoke, he picked up the black leather bag that had been lying on the ground.

Although tea time had passed, they returned to the second floor to have some iced tea and rest for a while.

"When you feel better, let's go buy some cups for the East wine."

"Okay. I'm going to the guild tomorrow to fill out paperwork and discuss future plans with Mr. Ivano..."

"I'm also going to participate in joint military training tomorrow, so I hope there won't be any expeditions in the near future. Would it bother you if I recommended him to the Chamber of Commerce without your permission?"

"I'm sincerely grateful. But I feel bad that he'll have to leave the guild."

"Don't overthink it. It's his own decision. He probably wants to run a business rather than be a guild member."

Wolf had spoken to Ivanor personally and knew that he called Dahlia the "Golden Goddess", but Wolf did not want to tell her about it.

"By the way, here are my mother's textbooks and notes. Take a look."

"Excuse me, I'll borrow it from you then."

Wolff took out the textbook and the notes from the black leather bag.

The book is not big, but it is quite thick with the notes.

"My mother's handwriting is a bit messy, so if there's anything you don't understand, please tell me. The sentences about gloves that I told you not to mention are on these pages."

"There's a lot of content..."

Dalia opened the page with the bookmark and said with a sigh.

The entire page is densely packed with words. How many sentences are there?

"'Please take off my gloves,' 'Please let me keep your coat,'... 'I'm tired from dancing and can't move,' 'Would you like to go to the west window and look at the stars?'... 'How about a glass of brandy before bed?'... I don't understand what they mean at all..."

"Please take off my gloves." Is this a glove-throwing duel?

"Please leave your jacket with me." What's there to keep? Do I need to send it to the dry cleaners?

"I'm tired from dancing and can't move." Then go home quickly.

"Would you like to go to the west window to look at the stars together?" This sounds like just wanting to look at the stars. Why the west?

"How about a brandy before bed?" Drinking brandy before bed. This statement makes sense if you think about it carefully, but it's hard to understand if you hear it suddenly.

Dahlia thought about it for a while and found that Wolf was unusually quiet.

The young man sitting opposite her closed his eyes, clasped his hands in front of his forehead, and rested his elbows on the table, not moving at all.

"Wolver, what's wrong with you?"

“…Excuse me, please don’t read it out loud…”

"I'm so sorry..."

She spoke without thinking, but the words must have sounded rude to Wolfe, who couldn't even meet her eyes. Dahlia was so embarrassed she wanted to flee the scene.

As she was racking her brains to think of a defense, the doorbell rang.

"It seems like we have guests. I'm going out for a moment!"

After Dalia rushed out the door, Wolf still closed his eyes and slowly lowered his head.

Wolff had heard the words she had just read out, and even more direct invitations, countless times.

However, he had never been so at a loss as today about how to respond or what expression to put on.

No, of course he knew that Dahlia was just reciting sentences and not thinking much about them; and he himself did not look at her in that way.

Wolfe slumped over the table, just as Dahlia had done before.

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"Good afternoon, Dalia. This is a thank you gift for the meal."

Marcella stood in front of the gate, holding a box with six bottles of red wine and a wooden barrel.

"Thank you, Marcella. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"No, Irma and I ate and drank a lot that day. This is a gift from Irma. You can eat it directly after you spit out the sand."

Marcella showed her the tub, which was filled with water and had shellfish lining the bottom.

"It's clams, they look delicious!"

"It's clam season right now. They're a bit heavy, so could I help you carry the barrels and wine upstairs?"

"Uh, I have guests at my house."

Wolff was on the second floor. If he and Marcella were to meet rashly, it would be awkward for both of them.

"Are you here with a customer? Sorry to bother you. Can I leave it at the door to the workshop?"

"Thank you, thank you for your trouble."

The man carried the wine box and barrel, placed them at the entrance of the workshop, and said with a smile:

"Don't drink too much just because of the clams. See you next time."

"Yeah, see you next time."

After they chatted for a while, Marcella walked quickly towards the carriage.

The clams were soaking in the clear water in the wooden barrel, with their feet slightly extended.

The clams here were larger than in my previous life, their shells more vibrant in color, with a mica-like sheen. The axe feet protruding from the shells also looked healthy.

Dahlia loves eating clams very much, and now is the time when clams are in abundance in the royal capital.

She decided to move the wine later, so she picked up the barrel and went upstairs with a smile.

"...Is the guest just now your friend?"

Wolfe seemed to hear their conversation downstairs from the window.

Dahlia carefully placed the barrel on the table and answered his question.

"Yes, he's my friend's husband and also my friend. His name is Marcella. He works for the Shipping Guild and has volunteered to be my guild's guarantor."

"That's it."

"By the way, the couple wants to invite you to drink with them... Would you like to drink with them?"

"I really want to agree, but...what kind of person is that lady?"

"I'm sorry, I forgot what you fear most."

"Feel sorry……"

Dahlia almost forgot that Wolf was very afraid of accidentally attracting women, and it was normal for him to worry about this.

"Irma won't like you. If you're worried, wear your glasses when you meet her."

"Is she the same type as you who doesn't care about her appearance?"

"No, Irma only loves Marcella...it's a little hard to explain."

The couple was like mandarin ducks, and Dalia believed that no one could affect their feelings.

Even if she met a handsome young man like Wolf, Irma would not change her mind, and the same went for Marcella.

"Then let's have a drink together next time when you're free."

"Great. Ah, these are the clams I just received. Do you like clams?"

"Yeah, I like it."

The two of them peered into the bucket of clams. It was a bit large, but it was probably just enough for two people.

"These are seasonal clams. Would you like to share some?"

"Thank you. I'm sorry I always have to eat yours. This is a souvenir, but this kind of wine might not go well with clams."

Wolff pulled a bottle of amber liquid from his bag. The glass bottle was unfinished, with no label. The beautiful amber swayed in the simple little bottle.

"Is that whiskey?"

"It's probably aged apple brandy. Lady Atya from the Duke's family gave it to me and asked me to drink it with my friends."

This brandy has a great color. It's a bit of a shame to pair it with food, so it's better to drink it on its own.

"I don't think it goes well with clam dishes... maybe we can drink it after the meal?"

"Okay, then put it here for now."

Wolfe placed the bottle on the table in front of the sofa and looked at Dahlia.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I'd like you to set the table and get the white wine glasses."

"Don't you drink wine?"

"Clams and white wine go really well together."

They went into the kitchen together, and Dahlia began to prepare the food while Wolfe took out the wine glass.

"How about steamed clams in white wine with garlic bread today?"

"That's great. I love it all."

She briefly cleaned the clams and heated the olive oil and minced garlic in a shallow pan.

Wolff, who was standing by, followed her instructions, sliced ​​the baguette and carefully spread the garlic cream sauce on it.

"Do you often eat clams steamed in white wine?"

"I order it quite often at noble restaurants and taverns."

"They're served on a plate, right? Even in a tavern, they wouldn't serve the pot with the clams, right?"

“Yes, some shops will even help you remove the shells.”

After listening to Wolfe's explanation, Dalia was a little hesitant, but still decided to recommend a different way of eating it to him.

"My father prefers to eat clams steamed in white wine without steaming them for too long, but rather while they're still hot... so we always put the pot on the table and eat from it on our plates. We'll do the same today. Is that okay with you?"

"Okay, let's pick the Rosette."

Dahlia laughed at the word "Rosetti flow" and dropped the clams into the shallow pot. When the pot sizzled, she poured in the white wine and covered it.

She also placed garlic bread on the grill nearby, keeping an eye on it. The bread toasted until it was slightly charred, exuding the aroma of butter and garlic.

"Wolver, bring this to the table and open the white wine. I'll bring it over when the clams are ready."

"Okay, I'll get ready."

The young man picked up the white wine and toasted garlic bread and left happily.

After a while, Dalia brought the opened clams and the shallow pot to the table.

"Come on, let's have a toast."

"May the Roseti Chamber of Commerce continue to prosper and be blessed with good fortune. Cheers."

"I hope my heart will always remain at peace. Cheers..."

After Dalia finished her heartfelt prayer, the two looked at each other with bitter smiles, and Kadang clinked his glasses.

She didn't expect to be so thirsty, and the chilled white wine moistened her throat.

"Please place the clams on a plate and eat them. If you want to eat the meat or scallops stuck to the shell, you can scrape them off with a knife. Um, you can also eat with your hands... Sorry, that's really rude. Anyway, enjoy while they're hot."

She opened the lid of the shallow pot, and the aroma of clams rose with the steam, mixed with the aroma of olive oil and garlic, which was very appetizing.

"Bread is also delicious when dipped in the clam broth. You can add pepper if you like, or not."

"Then I won't hold back."