"Yes, but we'll have to wait until we get out of here. Mm, you seem to be mostly fine now. I suppose I'll need to stay a few more days."
"What's wrong with you? Were you injured fighting on the front lines?"
Yami's face showed a trace of embarrassment.
"No, no. I ate some mushrooms stewed by a friend and got food poisoning, so they sent me here. The lord happened to assign you to my room."
Yami said weakly.
Hunter looked him over several times and frowned slightly.
Making friends was one thing, but working together was another. No matter how he looked at him, this man did not seem particularly learned. After considering his words, Hunter asked, "Are you a scholar too?"
"No, I run a snack stall. Uh, I'm in charge of taking the money? I guess I'm not really the owner, since we pooled our money together."
"What's a snack stall? Some kind of academic organization?"
"Uh, just an ordinary snack stall. We sell fried fish and French fries. My fried fish tastes amazing, though I can't actually fry it. I'm only responsible for taking the money."
"Will our future work involve selling fried fish?"
"No, the lord said he wants us to do research and development..."
Hunter took a deep breath and composed himself. "I understand. Since it is the lord's request, he must have his reasons. What's your name? What are your specialties?"
"My name is Yami. My specialty is counting? Uh, I mean, I'm pretty quick at doing accounts."
"Counting? That... works. I'll find you some suitable work. What field of research does the lord want to pursue? Has the requirements report been issued? Where is my workshop?"
Yami hesitated for a while before carefully speaking. "Well... the lord said he wanted me