Reincarnated as the fourth son of a noble and tamed an SS-rank dragon-Chapter 44: The Daily Life of a Chef

The cooking was more enjoyable than he thought it would be, but it was very time-consuming. That’s why he felt relieved when the maids learned to prepare the dishes he had taught them.

His mana was overflowing; it had been a while since he’d had so much mana left over. Ever since he’d started training, he’d always used up all his mana. The clone magic consumed at least 5,000 mana points, but the necklace recovered mana quickly and as it was worn, the faster it recovered.

This was perfect for training, but after a while, his mana grew so much that he didn’t care about the shortage and it took him a long time to use it all up. What’s more, his mana was currently growing by a maximum of 10 points a day, and he had reached a stage where hard work no longer paid off.

His attention was on secondary matters, he knew that power in this world was everything, but at the same time, people were weak. That’s when he realized that the really strong people weren’t out in the open, they were in use by governments, but they were kind of hidden. That’s why it was so easy to usurp the throne and why it was easy to beat the valets.

Darius noticed this as he followed the principal the day he tried to break into the factory, he could hear the meeting and observed everyone’s behavior.

The Academy exists to recruit military power, these people are kept hidden in secret squads, only using their skills when called upon. The former King planned to use this force after the first attack, so he could take over another country, but Kael didn’t want that, so he usurped the throne.

At least that was the reason Darius could think of, which made a certain amount of sense.

Darius stood still when he turned around, he hadn’t expected to see San masturbating in his bed.

She was still sleeping with him. As much as he tried to change some of her habits, she could be a bit tricky and her sex drive was great enough to make her do things like that. But he managed to force her not to do it when she had more people around, like her parents and the mansion’s servants.

Her fingers were wet, she got up from the bed and approached Darius, she forced her fingers into his mouth.

"Taste some of my flavors."

He didn’t like her doing that, but somehow he liked it and kept licking her fingers like they were popsicles on a sunny afternoon.

"Apparently you’re growing up," said Kaly.

"I just got carried away, how are the tent preparations going?"

"Changing the subject, does that mean you’re embarrassed?" She laughed a little. She laughed a little. "But it’s okay, don’t worry, I got the tents so we can open tomorrow."

She sat down on the bed and then lay down. She stayed there, it looked like she was very tired.

"Your idea was right, I don’t know how you thought of it. But the village is selling off the entire wheat reserve, it will still take a few days, or weeks, for all the stock to be sold."

"It works like this, when we started having monthly harvests, production increased many times over. Before, we only managed two or three harvests a year. With twelve harvests it was likely that sales would increase because of the supply, but as demand didn’t increase the price plummeted. So even in winter, there was still plenty of wheat to sell. It would be normal to think that if we didn’t increase our consumption of wheat, our stock would only increase."

The village didn’t just survive on wheat, they had some plantations with other plants, which they normally consumed and never bothered to sell, but with the fall in price they began to plant more varieties and sell them, so the idea of selling spices was accepted very quickly. This gave them a new source of income, but they made a lot of money supplying Darius with wooden boxes and labor. So little by little they improved their homes and today they seem richer than the Capital itself.

Although this isn’t true, the appearance of the houses attracts the attention of other nobles, who somewhat envy what Lestor is doing in his domain. Even though this is Darius’ work. But the Lestor family makes so much money from this that his social status has increased. Even though he’s now a Count, if he doesn’t have money he’s not as respected.

What drives respect in this country is money, so even if a rich man without a title doesn’t have certain privileges, he still seems more important socially than a poor nobleman.

Like Baronet Bali, with the sale of wood and other products that he has gradually introduced to the market, he is now a highly respected man. Perhaps on the list of the twenty richest nobles in the Capital, Lestor is among the five.

With the purchase of thousands of loaves of bread, Darius managed to increase wheat consumption in the Capital, but he was still far from being able to sell the entire stock.

He managed 5,000 loaves a day, which was far from ideal, but he did manage to increase the daily sale of wheat by at least 540 imperial units.

The population of the Capital was 200,000 people, taking into account the entire capital and the villages that were close to the city wall.

It was common for large walls to protect cities and around them there were a few houses, as well as mansions of nobles and the domains they protected. These lands still belonged to the Capital, but they were known as the forgotten areas, not for lack of resources or help, just because they were outside the wall.

The village of Lestor, which gave rise to the family name, was home to all the Capital’s wheat production. Other villages produced corn, cotton, and other plants that had some use. Although each village could grow other things, they rarely specialized in another crop. So there was a balance.

Kaly’s idea of having monthly harvests and four in the last month of fall kind of unbalanced the whole sale of wheat, and it was obvious to Darius that it would go wrong, but he didn’t speak up in time. Now he has a stock that could feed the entire continent.

That’s why the idea of making different foods was partly based on the thought, "We should wipe out all wheat stocks", and that’s why he thought of the foods he did. Now he should just try to popularize it, but he would still have full control of production. He didn’t want other people to discover the recipe, although that was quite possible.

The next day he had 10,000 units ready, which was far from ideal, but with the manpower he had, it was a very high quantity.

He then thought about creating more clones and trying to increase production. He created one to grind orc meat, another to grind basilisk meat, and another for cattle meat. The kitchen was full, so they split into the two.

There were eight maids in all, and they were responsible for the assembly and seasoning. When they had finished, all the food was stored in Kaly’s bag of items, where it wouldn’t spoil.

Darius created a few more clones who planted stakes in the ground, then he used magic to make several vines grow and the clones harvested the grapes.

He did the same with the tomatoes. He was already tired, but it wasn’t time to rest yet.

He also planted a small crop of the king’s fruit, which was used to make sugar, then sent it to Baron Overlove, who was the Capital’s sugar supplier.

As the maids were busy, he was in charge of lunch, he wondered what he could do, as he spent a lot of his time. He thought of something quick. He thought of making pizza, he used the clones for that.

His collaboration was to supervise, just as a chef would. He remembered some of the cooking shows he sometimes watched.

"Don’t let the dough burn."

"Yes, chef."

He made the clones respond as if they were on the show, and it felt good. He would never take part in something like this, firstly because he didn’t like cooking, and secondly, because he would get tired and stressed with someone shouting at him on television for everyone to see.

When everything was finished, everyone sat down at the table, which was big enough for the maids and the butler to sit at. It wasn’t customary, sitting with the servants was frowned upon, but Darius didn’t care and the others also seemed comfortable with it.

The food was served and everyone stared, it was strange to them. But they began to eat and remained silent.

"I want to eat this too," said Orphelia excitedly.