Well, I'll take this.
When the Marquis said so, Mr Bowman gently gave the Marquis something wrapped in cloth. When the Marquis opened it, two small golden rings approached.
Each of the bride and groom held a ring and confronted each other.
The two gently put the rings they had on each other's fingers and stared at each other. Oh, hello. Unexpectedly, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind, but my mouth is so vulgar that I kept it. I'm not drunk.
And they kissed each other. It's a very light kiss. Once again, thunder claps fill the hall.
Both of them are now married. As I applauded, I felt my chest filled with warmth.
"Thank you, everyone. Please take a seat."
The participants sat at Mr Bowman's words. The Marquis will return to his seat, which is next to mine. The cup is immediately placed, and the wine is poured into it. The cup is made of wood, not pottery or glass that breaks for safety reasons.
Although it is made of wood, it is not a slightly miscellaneous item like the one found in a commoner's house, but a clean one with carefully polished surfaces. Around there is a feast of the Earl's family on a boulder.
After this, it's like a dinner party, and it doesn't seem very nice to stand and walk at this time.
It's time for relatives to pour beer, pour beer, or give the groom and bride a little time in the old world, but they don't seem to do that in this world.
Well, if they told me I wouldn't be doing it at the Earl's wedding, maybe not until then.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us today."
Marius said with a loud voice. Most importantly, the tension had slightly subsided until now, either because it had been overcome.
"Young people are us. And not long after I succeeded the Count. I'm sure there will be many requests for your help in the future, but I hope you'll forgive me."
Marius sat down with a cup in her hand.
"Thank you very much. Cheers!"
Raise the cup with a shout and say, "Cheers!". I was wondering if the Marquis would take the cheers, but it seems different.
I swallow the contents of the cup just like everyone else. I think it's quite delicious, but I feel that there is alcohol there. Still, the Marquis is freaking out, but I'm weak, so don't bother.
Previously, it seemed like the dishes would be properly distributed, but today it seems to be in the form of one plate at a time. The shop was narrow and the servants were walking around to serve meals.
While I waited for it, the Marquis spoke to me.
"Do you have a dwarf?"
Yeah?
Are you an apprentice?
Yeah, that's right.
After hearing my answer, the Marquis nodded convincingly.
Hmm. It's a good drink.
"I can't deny that."
I smiled bitterly. It was Ricke who was as excited as the Marquis. I thought maybe I dried the first cup, but I've already had my eyes on the third. Deanna and Anne don't feel like stopping, so I'll leave it to you...
And the Marquis seems to know the customs of dwarf. Do I have to know about such things when I am about the Marquis? I still don't think I'm good for nobles.
And the food brought in was like the middle between French and Italian food in the previous world.
It's a feeling that comes to mind when you say it's a luxury restaurant, but the sauce is not fashionable or it's a vegetable you don't know well, and it's more rustic if you say it without choosing a word.
The first ones to appear are root vegetables and potatoes that are either boiled or steamed with sauce. If you try it, the taste of the ingredients and the citrus flavor of the sauce spreads to the mouth and is quite delicious.
I've heard that delicious and spicy ingredients are preferred in places like this. It doesn't matter if it's delicious or not, it's a great opportunity to show that you have the connections, the tights, and the financial power to get it, but Marius didn't seem to like it.
Nevertheless, there is something in my tongue that feels like this. Weddings in the old world? I think the last time I came out was for my men, but that was years ago, so I don't really remember.
"This is good."
"Yes, the cook is good at it."
At the end of the appetizer, small pieces of meat emerged. It seems to be spiced, but I can't see the surface of the meat at all. Cut into pieces with a knife and carry to mouth.
Eating this opened my eyes. Perhaps it is the spice that is applied, and the spicy taste is a good accent and it is delicious, but from the taste of this flavor, it will be made by the person I thought it was.
"Hey, what's this?"
He was surprised to eat a sip of the sammy sitting next to him, and then he whispered to me. I nod.
"Ah, this is probably Ooi-san's."
That's right.
With a smile of satisfaction, Samya carries the next bite. I'm happy to say, "Hmm," so the taste is fine.
Marius, who was eating at a different table from ours, had an eye when she glanced. I point to the plate. Marius smiled with her usual flirtatious face.
The more I mistook myself for the mistake, the sooner that smile disappeared, the more I sighed. Definitely. This is Sandro's cooking. Maybe Boris and Martin are here.
Anyway, did he get involved? I walked around the kitchen happily whilst mumbling, thinking of Bolis and Martin, who would be giving instructions aloud, and I was filled with smiles.