Leonhardt wandered the village, enjoying the sights and listening to the people to ensure he could take the best possible action when needed. After walking for a while, he found himself outside a small, worn-out building. It was just beside the delicious skewer stall, which he had visited the day before.
"Oh? If it isn't the handsome customer!"
The wife, who was sweating slightly, appeared from the door, holding a huge steel cauldron with a fixed lid. Likely their secret sauce.
"My Lady, do you need help?"
After studying many books on human culture using his parallel thought, the manner of his speaking changed to suit the moment and situation. He placed a hand on the barrel and, without effort, flipped it into the slot of thier stall with a low thud.
"Oh my, such an eloquent tone and strong body. I am envious~ haha." The husband stepped outside, his knives and skewers sparkling clean.
