Let's start with the tummy. Towards a place, we walk the inner streets. There are still not that many public places around here where nobles live.
According to Deanna, "I know a lot about the outside streets," and when I ask her about the location of Sandro's old man's shop, she asks for guidance because she seems to know it.
It's like a secret about why I know the outside streets, but since Mr. Bowman was laughing bitterly, maybe he was out with his brothers.
As you follow Deanna on her way without hesitation, you will eventually see the gate. It is the gate that separates the outer city from this inner city, but if things happen, it will also be sealed off and (naturally, the gate on the outer wall can be closed) obstructed.
So the building by the gate is built higher than any other building and is a stuffing block for guards.
Looking up, I saw a soldier on guard, also on the building.
Deanna shows the guard the bill and passes beside him gently saluting. When I go back, I say I show this again.
In case it's stolen, but someone from the Amur family is supposed to pick me up here when I get home too late. But I don't want you to have to go through all that trouble.
As we head out into the outer city, the noise increases all at once. I go to the city from time to time, and I'm not uncomfortable with the hustle and noise itself because I came by earlier.
However, there are races like you wouldn't see in the city, and the number of people is many out of step. This could get you drunk if you don't like crowds.
Deanna goes first. But if you go swimming around in people's mess, whatever Deanna or Helen or I (in the previous world) you're used to, the other three could be off the hook.
When I thought about speaking up, Deanna slowed down her walk softly. Apparently, he thought the same thing.
"Don't let it slip."
I spoke to Thermia and Like and Liddy. We all pack our distance and walk.
A man in a woman, that's also a situation where only one Mr. O. is disputed, three humans, three other races, and one elf.
But so far there's no one to give me a weird little twist on whether the elves are too rare or thanks to Helen running her eyes around me again.
If I were you, I'd have to show you the sharpness of our knife, so I just want you to give me a break if you can.
While I was hissing, I managed to get to your store without a problem, paying attention to my surroundings.
The sign marked ”Golden Fang Pork Pavilion” is engraved with a pig relief with either gold or brass embedded as is the part of the fang.
Maybe it's a different kind because it looks a little different from the pigs in the Black Forest.
I guess we're both lighting up, going in through the open entrance.
It's still a little early for lunch, but we have quite a few guests. Apparently, the old man's claim that it was a popular store was not a lie.
"There you go."
A young woman's clerk welcomed us in.
"The table is empty over there."
"Oh, thank you"
We arrived at the table shown to the clerk in the apron in his unflashy jacket and skirt.
"Sa, what shall I eat? What's the specialty of the capital?
"Hmm, if I say it tastes good in Lower Town, maybe it's a stew of sheep"
"Ho. That sounds good."
Sounds like you could use some bread there or something vegetable based because it can be hard.
Let the neighborhood be appropriately. That's what I thought and when I tried to order, I heard voices I remember.
"Is that it? Aren't you Azo's husband?
"Oh, isn't that Boris? How you doin '?
"Yeah well. There's nothing but a man yelling at me."
That makes Boris and I laugh a lot.
"Oh, it's our family sitting here"
Boris whistled when I introduced everyone in the family sitting down.
"This is again... husband, you're hot"
I'm telling you, I'm not your wife.
"Heck. Oh, I'll call you guys. Oops!
I don't trust you at all. That's what Boris says and pulls into the back. I thought so, and soon a stupid big voice flew in.
"What? No!? Eizo!?"
You're the same, old man. I accidentally leak a smile.
A middle-aged man with a low but guttered body came in footsteps that would even make him remember the illusion that Dosdos and the floor were shaking.
It is the lord of this store, the lord of Sandro.
"Dwarf?"
It's not impossible for Rike to say that unexpectedly, but the old man is human from the top of his head to his toenails.... it should be, but there is no denying the possibility that the distant ancestors are mixed with Dwarf blood and the traits are manifested in seclusive genetics.
"Hey, old man. I stopped by when I came to the capital."
"Why, we're with you!
My words were swept up by a man.
"Joke, joke, you're coming to the capital, so this is one of the purposes. I told you, he's coming."
"Whoa, thanks!
I'm pretty sure coming here was one of my pleasures, even if it wasn't my main purpose.
"So, these are your kakakas?
"It's my family, but I'm not my wife. I told you before."
"Were you? You're all set! I couldn't even put Eizo in the corner. I didn't think so!
That's what makes me laugh. I feel my family's gaze getting cold, and I change the subject.
"As it were, well, that's why I came, and if you have any recommendations, make them."
"Whoa! Leave it to me!
The old man made the rice kobu - it was incredibly exciting to be a cook - and pulled into the kitchen.