Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

After shooting down UFO (?), a line descended to a place about 3 hours walk to town.

We landed quite a bit ahead of us because we could be noticed if we got any closer.

The raft is abandoned here.

Waltz recalls coming out of town without going through a gatekeeper before as he walked into town.

"Hey, hunter. Last time I was out of town, the gatekeeper didn't check my card, was it okay? I came out of the sky before, so if you keep going through the" enter the castle "process, it's going to be a problem..."

"Right... I'll try to hang with the security officials, but I think it'll take a while. Until then, stay out of town."

"Uh, where should I wait?

"Let's meet in the shadow of a large rock about an hour west of town. We're gonna pick him up before it's too late for the night."

"Okay."

Thus the hunters and waltzes parted.

By the time I had come to the rocks designated as hunters, it was noon.

What do you have at noon?

Lunch.

The waltzes have already finished their last supper (breakfast).

"You're starving..."

"... yeah."

"... right"

Three people with distant eyes.

There is also the option of skipping lunch, but it is an enemy escape against hunger and pride.

At the breakup with the hunter,

"Ah, if you want to make lunch, use this"

and they're giving me the camp set, so unfortunately there's no cookware, no excuse either.

I mean, you have to be ready.

"... we'll have to do it."

"... you're right."

"... yeah."

"Looking forward to it"

Three heavily aired, except tempo.

Thus, lunch making began.

After meals.

(Who, if the three of us make it, we can disperse the damage, or the one I thought... ah, me or...)

Until earlier, large rocks stood, and hilly areas where trees should have grown everywhere, for some reason, had become more sophisticated.

That's right, a line of waltz that has stunningly achieved mesimuz in triplets.

How did this happen?

Until just now, I'm going to look back at what the hell was going on.

Lucia was making soup.

I thought soup would be easy to make.

Boil the water and simmer the meat, the mountain vegetables.

After that, add salt and you're done.

Really simple.

For a camp level meal, it's a common dish.

But wouldn't it have been a soup with a strange smell and bitterness if at least the meat had been rubbed with salt and the acne of the mountain vegetables had been taken?

Later Lucia reflected.

Catalina made fried vegetables.

I thought if I stir-fried vegetables, I would make them occasionally and they wouldn't taste bad.

Stir the meat in a frying pan, evacuate to the plate once the whole fire has gone through, and fry the vegetables instead.

Once the vegetables are on fire, add the meat back and season with salt, fragrance oil and a little spice and it's done.

It looks like a regular vegetable stir-fry.

But she should at least have asked Lucia to share the mountain vegetables.

The only vegetables she knows are the famous ones that are on the market and so on.

So I didn't know what I could eat when I went to pick the mountain vegetables.

So she decides to use the plant she knows, or herb, for cooking.

As a result, a bitter vegetable stir-fry was formed.

Later Catalina deeply regretted it.

In Waltz's case, he tried to make bread for staple foods.

For once, I decided to be prepared to cook with all my spirit to exchange my body as the leader of this party.

Waltz mobilizes all the knowledge in himself and now builds the best bread recipe he can make.

I have wheat, salt and sugar.

East fungus is the only one that doesn't, but the use of yeast attached to grape skins a long time ago on Earth is a record.

So I decided to find a fruit very similar to the grape and substitute it.

The branches weren't spreading, but they look very close to the grapes.

This fruit was sweet and sour with raw (...) food (...) be (...) ru (...) and tasted more like sawdust than grapes.

Then crush the fruit you have been harvesting from peel to peel, turn it into fruit juice and then mix it with wheat, water, sugar, and a small amount of salt.

And then, with gravity control, you can still do this, or you can lift it up and leave it for half an hour.

Then, well fermented and gas drained from the swollen fabric, shaped and allowed to sleep again for about 20 minutes.

Then bake for about 15 minutes using an impromptu oven made using gravity control and Lucian magic.

Then, a fine piece of bread can be served.

Waltz confident of success.

If you do it, you can.

I'll have two sunken in soup and vegetable stir-fry and some plump looking bread.

"Wow, that sounds like bread"

Lucia expects the look of the bread she has made.

"Yeah, we've failed, but this looks delicious"

Somewhat, Catalina flags death to share her thoughts.

"Well, I'll have it"

The waltzes were made at the same time and stuck in hot bread.

"KIEEEEEEEEE!!!

Wood-spirited screaming around.

The tempo we were having bread with,

"(Is it delicious enough to scream)"

I thought so.

... Apparently she has tolerance.

What resistance?

Spicy.

Apparently, the nuts (hercherries) Waltz put in the bread were the problem.

"Mi, water ooh!!

"Ahhh!!

"... hiccups"

Lucia performs water magic with maximum output because there was no water nearby.

There's been a natural mutation...

A huge amount of water shreds the hills, the woods, the rocks, and further.

Fortunately, the town of South Fortress, which was nearby, was on high ground and not affected by the water?

And since there were no people near (...) Ku (...), there were no dead people.

But the four of them who were in this Hells kitchen were struck by the direct impact of water magic, and were stuffed by spiciness, they had the pride of experiencing the triple bitterness of drowning.

Except tempo.

By the time the water pulled off some time later, there was nothing left around.

Hardly survived, the three recall an earlier snort cry.

And I wondered if I would have to continue cooking like hell.

There was no tempo nearby when Waltz noticed.

"Is that it? What's the tempo?

"I didn't get flushed..."

Now Lucia regrets her magic.

"Oh, there you are, aren't you?

and Catalina pointing up the hill.

Apparently, he was evacuating on the hill before the three of us.

The waltzes move from the hills softened by water and from the valley of the hills to the tempered hills.

As I approached him, the tempo was using the incendiary fire to make something.

Something smells good.

3 people whose stomach rings unexpectedly due to hunger and scent.

All she was making was a simple BBQ with meat stuck in a tree.

"I just burned it, go ahead."

That's what I'm saying, tempo offering you meat.

It's homunculus, but it's wild somewhere.

"Oh, you might want to leave the part close to the skewer. Probably because it's hard."

Looking beside the tempo, the branches of the tree with the nuts (hercheries) waltz mixed in the bread were rolling.

Waltz turns blue remembering the earlier tragedy.

But Lucia and Catalina, who did not know that the nuts were the cause, could not bear it hunger, and stuck to the meat.

Gabe!

"Hey...!!

It was already too late for Waltz to stop.

But against expectations,

"... yeah, yummy!

"The aroma and spiciness are exquisite and delicious"

Two people who say what they think.

Waltz also hits the skewers.

(... I see. The smell of meat has disappeared reasonably well due to the smell of the branches... that's quite delicious)

A bite makes me a habit, it tasted like that.

Incidentally, this hercherry tree is often used for smoking, in addition to its use as a skewer such as that used by tempo.

Thus, the first joint dish ended in the inexplicable result that the two day old tempo was the best.