Gate of Amitilicia Online

The sun goes low and the sky stains with oranges. Um, it's so beautiful. One SS to commemorate.

Now I'm in one of the rest stops set up along the street. It's like a highway service area. That said, there's not even one of the buildings, just a campsite where water can be secured, and so on. Still, there's just water, and it's very helpful to those who camp.

When the sun goes down, this world is dark time. Matsushi and magic lights alone make me uncomfortable to move on. Besides, it was time for the beasts to move more vigorously. To avoid danger, and to rest, travellers rarely travel at night.

That's why I'm getting ready for camp, mixed up among the other travelers.

Remove and assemble stones for kamado from storage, remove and install firewood. Then serve a little crumb and remove the firestone and firecracker gold from the fire escape box to meet. Do it several times and scatter a spark on the sawdust, breathe out where it's lit to make the fire louder, and add a thin ripped piece of wood. Wood cuts burn and fires burn in the firewood. All right, Kamado is done.

The cookset's portable stove makes it easier to start a fire, but I always do this when I light a fire outdoors. To enjoy the hassle. By the way, I've seen in the bulletin board survival slate that normal players seem to have a pretty hard time doing this. Sounds like a magician would be easy with fire magic or something. By the way, I taught Grandpa how to hit a firestone in real life. I've also done the way I rub a stick of wood, but I couldn't do that well, could I? I knew exactly how difficult matches, lighters, and fire starters were when I was a kid. But I'm enjoying the struggle now, so the world doesn't know.

"Um, excuse me."

Thinking about what to dedicate this evening, the traveler came by. I wonder if she is a woman and she is in her mid-twenties. He's a little plump, not pretty, but cute system guy.

"What's wrong?

"If you don't mind, can I have a spark?

Oh, you ready for camp over there, too? If you look backwards, there's one man and one child sending their gaze over here. I guess I'll take this woman with me.

"Yeah, go ahead."

I pulled out a piece of firewood and handed it to a woman. Thank you. The woman offers me a piece of firewood. Nod, take it and put it in the kamado. This level of help is quite normal. He also said in the camp that we should help each other, and there is no resistance at all because this kind of help is also an experience when we camp in real life.

I put wheat and water in the pan and hung it on fire. Wheat is barley. It was bought in the market because of the desire to eat rice among the games. In other words, it is 100% wheat rice. Besides, I buy in all the tiochly chickens from my grandma's stall that I didn't expect to bake on the spot when I left Einfast. I guess I'll boil the vegetables with salt later.

I also have experience in rice box cooking and cauldron cooking, so cooking rice in a pan is not bitter. Oh, you didn't have chopsticks. Do you want to make it by shredding firewood later?

Cut the vegetables too and hang them in another pan. Now, shall we move on to dismantling the bison?

"Quinn, if anyone comes - where have you been?

If I noticed, I wouldn't see Quinn. I looked everywhere, and Quinn showed up as he caught a large charge rabbit from the forest over here. and Quinn rushing over here. The travelers who noticed it panicked, and those who held the weapon left, but Quinn came beside me and let go of the charge rabbit and decided it wasn't dangerous. If we get this close, we can see the ornaments.

"Quinn, I'm gonna get into some work, so let me know when people get here."

Spirit magic is used to form the walls of the earth in three directions, so that they are invisible from the surroundings. I kept the space a little wide open. It can be annoying to other campers, but it's also a bit about exposing them to what they're going to do. Probably not as repellent as the players are, but just in case.

It was the Fallula bison we hunted on the way out of storage. I left it behind without dismantling it on the spot I hunted.

I hear burrs and chewing noises from across the wall. That's a snack before dinner. I understand.

So, what if we start over here?

"No!?

It was too late when I realized it. When I stopped working because I thought it smelled like burning, there was smoke coming out of the pan where I was cooking barley.

When I opened the lid in a hurry, the burnt smell spread. Thanks. The bottom part seems to be burning. You're not on a level...

Once removed from the fire, try stirring in a wooden calf. The bottom part is black and the top part is barely cooked or boiled raw. Funny, I thought the watering was plentiful.

I asked Dr. Wiki for the cause while eliminating the carburized part. I've searched for wheat rice and it seems that wheat needs more moisture when cooked than rice. Oh, you mean that. That's not enough moisture to cook rice. I don't know because this was the first time I had cooked with just wheat... should I have checked it down?

Bring the charcoaled wheat to the fire and see the remaining wheat. You can't throw it away like this...

"All right, change the menu"

I put the wheat in the pan where the vegetables were boiled. Then add some chopped dried meat, which is portable food. It'll be wheat porridge, not rice, but I can't help it. Food is important. I can't predict what it will taste like, but there won't be anything I can't eat.

"Quinn, if you smell weird, will you tell me next?

I thought maybe I could ask Quinn for that much, but Quinn nodded at me. All right, all right, we're in the process of dismantling it, but let's do the moth. Eat it thoroughly.

The area is getting darker there, but the camp is relatively bright with fire to get Kamadu and warmth. You look like you're eating dinner everywhere.

The demolition was successfully completed. Clean up after, and hang the peeled skin on the dirt wall. Well, then it's meat. I also apologize to Mr Bison for not eating the meat I hunted for. I had planned to leave the tiocri chicken alone, but I changed my mind while it was dismantling. Let's call it the Bison Meat Festival this evening on the next occasion.

Bison's gut did some quinn, but he's got a good amount left. Sounds like a hormone grill or something, but for today it's usually meat.

Grease the heated iron plate and bake the freshly removed lever first. Then roses and shoulder loins.

I can't wait to smell the meat burning. Even if I'm just doing this, I get spit in my mouth. Quinn is also waving his tail in an upbeat mood. This guy normally eats raw, but the roasted meat also seems to have become quite a favorite. I can't eat all this without going through human hands.

As I watched softly as I wondered if I could burn it fast, multiple footsteps stopped nearby. When I looked up, there were three men there. The gear is cluttered with leather or metal armor, but the face is bad: one has an eyelid, one has a Mohican, and one has a large burn on his left cheek. If we were running into each other on the road, we might have decided he was a burglar. So much so that he's a kowa hottie. Or was there a Mohican in this world?

"Hey, brother. Why don't you have it?"

A leader, a man with an eyelid in his right eye, spoke with a nigga laugh. The gaze is poured on the meat on the iron plate.

"Spread the smell of deliciousness. I thought you were doing it fine with preserved food."

Oh, boy, Mohican sighed. But my gaze is on the iron plate.

"Hey... I envy you..."

Below abbreviated while a metal armored burn man swallows his spit.

The surrounding travelers are anxiously looking at us. Well, if you think about it normally, you just seem tangled up with me. Ha, a rough thing before dinner...

"So, what can I do for you?

Turning the meat upside down, I'll ask for once. Let's just keep our minds open.

"Heh heh... you know what I mean?

An eyelid man did a hand to his hip. You want to come?

"Why don't you give me some?

But contrary to expectations, it was the leather bag that the eyelid man would have taken out, not the sword, but the purse. It's embarrassing, you guys! I thought you were a robber! No, judging by the looks of it, I know it's my fault, but come on!

"I don't mind that, but what part is there? Different ways to eat, depending on the area? And you guys, what about the cookware?

"No, I was going to ask you to give me the baked one... you got a lot of stuff?

"Well..."

I pointed to Fallula bison fur hanging on the dirt wall.

"There's a whole head."

"Did you hunt this guy? Awesome. Wounds, too, missy, and this guy sells for a good price."

I look at the fur as Mohican was impressed. Heh, you know what that is? Surprised.

"Even so, we're not familiar with meat. I hope it's appropriate."

"Oh well. Then I'll do the one you're baking right now. My money is... right, I just baked it, and it's 50 pedia on a platter."

"Fifty? Isn't it a little too cheap to serve in a place like this?

"Whoa. Let's get some more out of here, huh?

He raised doubts about whether the burn man was okay with that, and that's what the eyelid man said.

Conserved food dominates the journey. If you have storage, some people prepare the right dishes, but naturally it is a minority and there are few opportunities to eat fresh meats and vegetables. So when it comes to offering something like that in a place like this, it seems to be going to be a pretty good price.

That said, I'm not in the business either, so you don't really have detention around here. It doesn't matter if you involve everyone nearby and have a BBQ party.

"Oh, I don't mind. It's not like you're taking money."

Pinch one piece of cooked meat, shake the salt gently to try it. Yeah, yummy. Meat is justice!

I waved salt on the other meat, and served it on a wood dish and gave it to the eyelid man. Thank you, and the eyelid man takes the coin out of his wallet when he gives the received wood dish to the Mohican man.

"By the way, do you mind if I ask you to add me?

Receive five 10pedia large copper coins. Then the eyelid man said that. Are you with me, or will you be missing? I don't mind.

"At least you want it after I finish the mess. I'm hungry, too."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll be back in a little while."

"Thank you, brother"

I'll see you later.

Mouthfully, the eyelid men left. Well, shall we eat it early? The other travelers are looking at us, and we might get more guests.

In the meantime, I'll cook Quinn's meat and look at the wheat porridge. Yeah, there's nothing strange about the smell. The smell is stronger than when I cooked rice though. There is still quite a lot of water even if the wheat smokes because of the moisture coming out of the vegetables.

After a little taste, it tastes better than I thought. So is salt, but did you get dashi out of dried meat? Maybe if I simmer a little more and skip the moisture, I'll look like an uncle.

Let's eat all of them. Squeeze at the wooden claw, hands together and mouth. I said porridge, but the barley isn't quite shaped, so you still have teeth. Yeah, but I like this much better. Vegetables are often on fire, and each tastes decent. The dried meat is also a good accent to soften. This could be a hit. Register your recipe.

"Look, Quinn. It's burned."

When I offered him the meat I kept bigger, Quinn snapped happily. Good eating.

Well, I guess I'll cook my own meat, too.

The meat has sold quite a bit since then. Sometimes the price was cheap, and I guess it would have been nice to have some warm food. The other travelers are here.

Some normally paid for it, some gave me booze in addition to it, and some brought me the dishes I made. While doing so, the eyelid men also come single-handedly with the liquor and go straight into drinking. If you want to drink with me, you're out of business, so I offered you extra meat.

"But on the last day of my journey, I didn't think it would be such a fun night."

Much sober, Mohican laughed cheerfully. I'm so scared of my burning face.

"Oh. Usually we just have to stick our knees together and have a drink while dried meat."

The burn man is also in a good mood. I tried to imagine the sight he would say, but I would stop right away. It just looks like a diagram of a bandit consulting on his next prey.

"You appreciate the coincidence. Here, drink more."

The eyelid man has offered me a liquor bag, so I don't hesitate to take it.

"But yeah, you guys are in Einfast tomorrow"

The eyelid men come from Zvand. He's a mercenary, and he's based in Einfast. So now I'm going home to work.

"I didn't make just the right request, so I'm returning with my bare hands. Well, I was just thinking it would be nice to go back to Einfast and slow down a little bit."

"Well, honey town for now"

To what the burn man said, um, the nodding eyelid man and the Mohican man.

"There are colored streets in Zvand, but it's Einfast."

"The size of the city is different. Dorad's pretty grainy, too. Zvand is one step inferior in that sense. It's just a story of scale, not without a good woman."

"No, no, but if I say where the best is, it's Wang Du's shop, right?

"The price was great, too!

Ha ha, and the bad guys face laughing. Will this hand race thrive on alcohol and women's stories after all? The men around you are laughing, but there will be a mix of people with wives, okay?

"Oh, yeah. We're talking about the next camp."

said the eyelid man as he shaved the grilled meat.

"We didn't have a problem with that, but we have a sighting of Brown Bear."

"That's unusual. I can't believe they're out of the woods."

Brown Bear is a beast that enters the woods for a while. Players have never even heard of coming out to the streets.

"Oh. And even three heads. It must be a connection and a child."

"Normally you'd be a bear, but they're growing up pretty good. Not if they attack you at once, huh? So is keeping a proper watch, but next time you better not make a lot of noise, huh?

"Hmm? You come by when you make a scene?

Aren't bears close to people? So, is that real talk?

When I react to the words of the Mohican man,

"Bye. With the bait nearby, there won't be a hand that won't aim."

The burn man answered without incident. Convinced that it will be. Mr. Bear over here seems to be a fearless militant. No, the Brown Bear I took down before didn't escape.

"What do you mean, should I avoid cooking too?

You think a bear's sense of smell is higher than a dog's? If GAO bears are the same, I might attract them if they bake meat like today. I mean, shouldn't we have cooked here first?

"If you want to keep in mind, maybe you should stop. But, well, you don't usually get that nervous. No problem as long as I cook here. If it sucks, I'll be careful."

Most importantly, the instructor didn't particularly touch on the matter, and I'm sure he'll be fine.

"Well. I just want to have some more fun, but it's time for the snails to rest. You won't be able to sleep in the noise, so it's time to open up."

The eyelid man rises. It's very uncomfortable to say what you're saying in this person is common sense. I feel that way extra because I've just encountered a group whose contents are allergic, even if their appearance is normal.

By the way, that arrogant group was forming toward the corner of the camp. She was arriving after it got pretty dark, so she must have joined the tutor. I haven't seen him. Well, if we stay away from that, we're going to be able to stand it.

"Oh, yeah. What are we gonna do with the watch?

They say that camping in groups in this hand camp is often cooperative in that respect. Mostly, they say a guy who's good at rough stuff takes the lead, but what happens this time?

"Well, it wouldn't be a problem if we could work together a little bit more."

"Oh, then I'll get it out of us, too"

When the eyelid man said, the mercenary man who was participating in the merchant's escort raised his hand.

"There are four of us. Seven people together would be enough."

"If you just want to watch, I'll stand too"

A very ordinary traveler-like man also raised his hand, unlikely to be suitable for rough things. Hmm, then.

"Me and my partner are leaving, too. All right?

Speaking to Quinn hiding in the shadow of the dirt wall, one barked back, nine and one. Yeah, don't feel like turning it alternately would be enough.

"You want me to get you out of those guys, too? Looks like they're all for battle, right?

One of the mercenaries sees the arrogant people.

"Stop. It's useless."

I ran out of words. I mean, I don't trust those guys. It's better not to be around, like a watch you can't safely leave to me. Before that, I don't think they'll come on board even if we hang on to the story.

"Are they that usable?

"I don't know how powerful it is, but it's enough to wield a weapon on a round-trip basis to make fun of it"

"I don't need it. We'll do it alone."

I immediately returned the mercenaries to my words. Silent, nodding eyelids.

Anyway, well, that's what happened.