Harvey the Chef and Igula the Vagrant

"I came to this city two days ago, won the boss's approval with my barbecue skills, and successfully got this job."

"Huh? How did you know I also like preparing ingredients? Although I understand what you mean, it's lunchtime right now, so I'd ask guests to avoid words like corpses as much as possible. Of course I like my job very much. I cook ingredients with flame, and in the flame, the ingredients gain new meaning. Death becomes nourishment for life. I'm proud of my work!" "Huh? You're asking why I like to smile... I was born this way. If you don't like it, sir, then I'll stop talking. Sorry." Ash really couldn't listen anymore. "Wait, Harvey, why are you so receptive to advice?" "Taking care of other people's emotions and paying attention to other people's experience—isn't that only natural?"

The dark-skinned curly-haired man tilted his head. "Also, my name is Boulde Harvey. You can just call me Boulde." Ash's face reddened with anger. "You even changed your name into something that easy to pronounce!?" The dark-skinned curly-haired man blinked, then suddenly turned around.

Ash let out a breath of relief. At least he still got angry. That much, at least, helped Ash recover a trace of the impression he knew. Otherwise, a clean, sunny Necromancer Harvey who spoke considerately, cared about others, and didn't like telling corpse jokes during meals would make Ash suspect he had fallen into some insane Dream Realm.

At that moment, the dark-skinned curly-haired man turned back and placed a cup of Little Green Tangerine Lemon Tea in front of Ash. "This is on me. You seem troubled, sir. Drinking a cup of little green tangerine tea may help you feel better."

"I can't accept this!" Ash slapped the table and roared.

Rose patted Ash