Open the door and go back to the kitchen. I'm hungry, but there's not going to be anything as convenient as being able to eat all the time in about five minutes as in the previous world.
Look at the shelves and see what ingredients they have. Beans and vegetables (almost root vegetables), smoked possibly pork meat, fit in.
A peek at the bottle "Kame," which was salted, this one probably contained pork meat as well. In the meantime, let's boil these and eat them.
Since the pan was already on the kamado, transfer the water from the large watering to the small watering and light the kamado. I was wondering if the fire had to go "over" myself and light the firewood, and I could light my body with a little magic.
The magic sort is minimal, he said, but this neighborhood, which is convenient to life, seemed to include me in the "minimum". It's also romantic to light your own fire, but it's troublesome when it comes to life, and I appreciate this.
What bothered me was that if you could wake a fire with so much magic that it was said to be the least, it wouldn't seem strange to have something like a refrigerator, but I don't see that.
In fact, the vegetables just have dried and what they look like freshly picked, and only dried about the meat.
There is no particular development regarding refrigeration technology, or it is quite a luxury item if there was one, and this is probably something that doesn't seem like a place that feels a little away from people.
The water in the pan boiled and turned into water, so add the salted meat, vegetables and beans cut there. The beans were like lentils and soybeans, but this time we decide to add something like soybeans. Continue heating while stirring with wooden balls.
Think about the rest of your life as you look at the gras and the pot you can boil.
Even if gold makes money from blacksmithing here, it's what we do with food, condiments (which for the time being would be only salt, which is used in combination with preservatives), and water procurement.
I don't know if all of a sudden I can sell what I make.
With that in mind, we'll have to figure out a way to procure the food here before it runs out.
I woke up this morning. Let's see if time is up and in the morning or in the afternoon and what it's like after dusk in this House, and we'll do our exploration of the woods tomorrow.
Anyway, I don't know how big this forest is.
Maybe the geographic information is ”installed" on my head, but I don't know where this is in the first place. I want to find the closest people possible and know where this forest is, how big it is and what kind of place it is.
Otherwise I'm too anxious to spend the rest of my life going on for decades to come.
Being a blacksmith or one of them will have visitors - that said, I have no idea when - and it's too weird to say "I've been living alone in this forest all my life" at that time.
Because if this forest is such a place where people come in frequently, those who come in will wonder about this house that suddenly appears. If you ever go out in the open, you have to explore the area.
Right after the "move," so I can't help it, but it's loaded with things to do.
While I was thinking about it, the pan boiled. Take a wooden bowl from the shelf and simmer the pan with the balls. It doesn't smell bad.
Squeeze it with a wooden spoon and transport it to your mouth. It tastes like soup stewed with salted meat, root vegetables and beans, not even finely dusted.
That said, it doesn't mean it's not otherwise unsavory, it's a flavor that can be eaten normally.
This would also mean that the spirit would be shredded without eating in the first place. I am of a fine nature even if it continues to taste the same. If you get tired of the flavor, you can think again then.
It's been a little while since I put the soup in my belly but there's still no sign of the sun setting.
Directly the leaves of the trees are out of the way and I don't see them well, but even in the afternoon the days still seem quite high, so I decide to explore a little outside.
Take the sword that was left in the living space and put it on your hips. Until this time, I noticed now that I am wearing hemp clothes and trousers in what I would call a leather vest "RPG villager" style.
This outfit won't make you particularly suspicious if you suddenly run into someone. No, well, unless this was a hell of a despicable place.
Either way, let's look for a water field for a couple of hours with a physical feel and if we can't find it, we'll come back. When I went outside and locked the door, I stepped into the woods.