The Artist Who Paints Dungeon

"Sunlight conch, black tray clam, and club snail."

These three were the signature specialties of Edron Village.

"The club snail requires desalting..."

"If you eat it as is, you'll end up chewing mud."

"That's right. Iser, could you help?"

"Yes, of course."

Iser skillfully picked up the basket filled with only the club snails and began the desalting process. It had been quite a while since he had done this, so he fumbled a little, but his hands quickly found their rhythm, and the work continued smoothly.

"Even on Earth, we do similar work."

"Ah... is that so?"

"There's a bit of a difference, though."

These signature specialties required desalting in Edron Village's fresh water, otherwise, the clams wouldn't expel the mud. The method differed slightly from Earth's desalting technique, where salt was added to the water to maintain its salinity, as clams would simply wilt with water from other regions.

Iser nodded as if surprised.