Bab 5: Chapter 5: The Butler and the Dragon
It's been my first week, and I've adapted to living my life as a dragon pretty well. Wait, is it a week? Let me think…. Okay, so it's been one day and one night for the first two chapters … I think I spent, like, one or two days for chapter three, and … uh, I think three days passed for the previous chapter…. Okay, so it's close to being a week, but I'm handling it better than I thought I would. We're all meeting in the kitchen, and Hawthorne Ball is holding me, so I wouldn't be left out. Samson instructs, "The team and I are heading to Parisel to clear some Fallen Angels and to get some writing supplies for Danny RPG. Brownie and Sandwich, you two serve the customers. Hawthorne and Rice, you cook the food. In the meantime, Rice is in charge. And Danny, don't pull any stunts while we're gone."
The main door to the restaurant opens. Akira enters the kitchen. "Oh, hey," she says, "you guys ready to head out?" "Yep," Samson replies, "I just told Danny RPG and the Food Souls what to do." Black Tea adds, "Let's go complete our duties without fail." I stay in the kitchen, wanting to help the others out. To put it simply for today, Brownie does the cooking, Hawthorne and Sandwich serve the customers, and I try to help him out with the cooking. So far, Brownie is doing a pretty good job cooking foods like french fries, crispy pork, steamed cod, braised lamb, and a few other recipes. Though, after three hours, I check on him and see he is starting to lose steam. The guy wipes his sweat off his brow, saying, "In this scene, I lose my job as the butler." Hired then fired on the first day? Not gonna happen. I climb onto the counter next to the stove and near the butler. He asks, "Is there something you'd like to say, Danny RPG?" He hands me his notepad and pen. I write Maybe I can help. Just tell me what to do. He answers, "Thank you. I suppose some help would be appreciated. Can you slice those vegetables for me, please? Also, keep in mind that the potatoes are going to be put into the fryers." Sure thing, Brownie. Though, can you carry me to that island? I can't fly. Also, I think your beef is starting to overcook. I show my writing to Brownie. To his surprise, he checks on the beef that is cooking on the pan near me. He flips it over. "On the contrary," he says, "that part of the beef is cooked fine. And it is strange that although you have wings, you can't fly. But, here." He picks me up and puts me on the island in front of the stove where some tomatoes, mushrooms, and vegetables are neatly placed next to a cutting board with a knife. I give the Food Soul a thumbs-up with a you-got-it-boss look, and I start cutting right away. As I'm cutting a tomato into decent slices, I think, Isn't it weird that even though tomatoes are a type of fruit, people think they're vegetables? Pretty ironic, ain't it? – I start peeling a potato before slicing it – I wonder how many ways there are to cook and/or fry a potato. I get lost in my thoughts for a few minutes and Brownie asks, "You are done already? You are really quick."
I get out of my train of thoughts and realize that I had finished chopping the tomatoes and vegetables into slices. He adds a few plates of food onto the island and Sandwich enters the kitchen with some dirty plates. He puts them on the sink, the same sink on another counter which I had used when I pulled that stunt. Maybe I could wash the dishes again. I call out Brownie's name. After getting his attention, I point at myself, then the pile of dishes in the sink. Sandwich takes the plates from the island and heads to the dining area. Brownie interprets, "Do you want to help with the dishes?" I nod. "Okay," he replies. "I will assist you from time to time." "Right," I … am not sure what noise did I make. Even after a week, I still struggle to come up with adverbs for my dragon speak. Y'know what? I'll just say it was a chirp of some sort. That'll make it easier, right? (Please let me know if you got better suggestions for what kind of noises does a cat-sized dragon make!)
"Danny?" Rice asks. "Are you … okay…? You're, spacing out…." I am? My bad. I clear my throat awkwardly. I walk to the edge of the island and calculate the distance between me and the sink. I walk back to the center, then run to the edge. I make a leap of faith. For a second, everything felt like it's going slow motion. I think I'm gonna make it…!
As I make the leap, my wings catch air, instinctively unfolding them. I glide gracefully across the gap, but I clumsily landed into the sink, crashing into the plates that are placed in there. Luckily, nothing breaks and my wings are still fine. The Food Souls who witnessed my awesomeness wince at my landing. I turn on the faucet and start scrubbing the plates.
Hours pass and so far, there hasn't been any Fallen Angels yet. The back door opens and Samson with his team of Food Souls enter the kitchen. At the same time, the restaurant reaches its closing hours. I dry my hands and jump onto the island. The group is carrying these bags filled with ingredients and other resources. Samson is also carrying a small grocery bag, which I'm not sure what it is, but it doesn't seem to be used for leveling up or for cooking. He greets, "Hey, guys." Brownie replies, "Welcome back, Master Attendant. I shall prepare some hot tea for you." They put the bags on the island. I step back to give them room. I take a look into the small bag and take its contents out. Inside, there are notepads, fountain pens, charcoal pencils, and a kneadable eraser the size of the palm of my hand. I figure out they're for me. I put them back into the bag. Rice smiles. "With … this much ingredients … the restaurant will be … stocked for the next few days…."
Later that night, I head upstairs to the attic. Shortly after entering the room, Samson puts the small bag near one of the crates. He opens a nearby crate near the window on my left with a crowbar. He pulls out a blanket from it. He said, "Since you decided that this would be your room, I figured you need something soft to sleep on." He places the blanket near the ground. He added, "We wanted to buy a dog bed from a nearby pet shop, but since we had so much stuff on our hands, we decided to get that tomorrow. I take a pen and a notepad out. I write on the first page Thank you, for everything. It really means a lot to me. He responds, "My pleasure, Danny RPG." He pats me on the scalp and leaves the room.
In the following morning, I wonder if there is a place for me to put the pens away aside from the bag. I pick up one of the fountain pens. Suddenly it disappears from my hand. By disappearing, I mean it glitched all of a sudden and vanished in a second. "Whoa!" I exclaim. "How the hell did I do that?!" Is there a way for me bring it back from wherever it ended up in? As soon as I think that, the pen reappears onto my hand. Do I have some sort of inventory? That's so weird! But at the same time, it's really cool that I can do that. I take a pen and the notepad I used last night and put them into my newfound Inventory. I leave the rest of the items in the bag. I head on downstairs for work and for breakfast. When I enter the living room, Master Attendant enters the hall with the storage closets and the summoning machine. If I remember correctly, I think one of the missions from the twenty-day thing was to summon a few Food Souls. I follow him.
On the way there, Samson looks at me and asks, "Huh? Oh, good morning, Danny RPG. Ready to summon a few more Food Souls?" I nod. I wonder who'll we get this time? He opens the door to the closet with the Soul Embers, which to my surprise, are the size of large marbles. He picks up a sack full of them and carries it to the machine. I follow along as he puts the Embers in the canister. I try reaching for the lever, but it's too high for my size. Samson chuckles at this and pulls the lever for me. The rings spin, the machine generates a strong gust that nearly knocks me off my paws, and a silhouette materializes. The wind dies down and the figure is revealed to be a white-haired Food Soul with a blue dress that reveals most of her breasts and has a white bird of prey (most likely a gyrfalcon or a gray hawk) perched on her shoulder. She looks at Samson with her icy blue eyes. I know immediately who they are. The Food Soul is Vodka and her gyrfalcon is Andre. She asks in a Russian accent, "Are you cooking, Attendant?" Samson, nervous by her appearance and presence, stammers, "N-not right now; I haven't opened the restaurant yet. But, welcome to the Glorywest Grill." Vodka went on, "Okay, Andre needs a clean and tidy living environment. You must be attentive. As for me, all I need is alcohol." Yeah, I was pretty unsettled by her chest and how revealing her outfit is, but I'm pretty much used to it now. Damn fanservice. Her shoulders are covered by some kind of fluffy poncho thing that matches the rest of her outfit. Along with it are these necklaces that are quite stylish around her neck. She's wearing long white stockings and black pumps. Oh, yeah, she also wears a hat.
Andre looks at me and blinks. I swallow my saliva silently; I hope I don't get into conflict with these two. Vodka is a Super Rare Magic Soul with the ability to silence her enemies by sending Andre to attack them. She can also freeze them for a few seconds. I feel physically cold just by seeing that badass duo. Her skill is linked with B-52, and for some reason she activates the linked skill of a pair of twin Food Souls known as Double Scoop. The developers didn't really explain that one yet, and I'm not sure they will. Then again, I haven't read Double Scoop's bio, so it's likely that part of the wiki might explain it. But, since I'm in an entirely different universe with no Internet access, there's nothing I can do about that. Vodka realizes what Andre is looking at and asked, "What is that creature standing next to you. Is it some kind of pet?" Yeah, sure, let's go with that. Samson answers, "Actually, she's not, but she lives with us. She's a dragon and her name is Danny RPG." Vodka is intrigued by this. "A dragon. Do dragons not exist in those books that humans write?" He replies, "They do, so it's entirely new for us to see real life dragon that isn't exactly a lizard. Anyway, there's one more Food Soul I've got to summon."
He pulls the level again, and this time, a strong, manly, scantily clad Food Soul with very long green hair and bright green eyes gets summoned. He's … wearing nothing but a green vest and white shorts with a loin cloth…. He also has a lengthy matching bandana around his forehead. And there are two Chinese bamboo rats perching on his shoulders. My jaw drops to the floor as soon as I see him. How the hell –?! Damn, Samson must be very lucky! This guy is Bamboo Rice, and he is an Ultra Rare Strength Soul, which is very difficult to get, since Ultra Rares are rarely summoned. You'll get a much higher chance of getting URs by participating in events. Even so, it's not exactly easy.
The bright-eyed Food Soul wields a machete, and he has scars all over his body. He boisterously asks with an eager smile, "What are you?! An elephant? A peacock? You're a human, right?!" Surprised by Bamboo Rice, Samson replies, "Yes." He exclaims, "Wow! So rare! It's nice to meet you! This is Little Ah and Big Ah." He briefly points at the two bamboo rats perched on his shoulder as he said that.
He looks at me. His eyes are just filled with wonder. "Wow! What are you?! Some kind of lizard? No, wait, you're a dragon! I thought you only exist in those books humans like to write! My name is Bamboo Rice." I take the pen and notepad out of my Inventory. Danny RPG, I wrote. Nice to meet you. I show it to Bambri (that's what the fandom calls him sometimes). He picks up the notepad, reads it, and gives it back to me. The items glitch from existence. Samson asks, "How did you do that?" I shrug. Hell if I know, dude. I just found out twelve hours ago.
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA 
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Danny_RPG Seriously, I wasn't joking about what I said in the parentheses; I'm indeed looking for suggestions on what kind of noises does a cat-sized dragon make. Then again, now that I think about it, I think I'll use sounds that a cat makes.
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