My husband greeted me by the hand as I went downstairs.
"Are you ready, Master Hattie?
"Yes."
"This way, sir."
Guided to the washing area.
Now I was dressed for the clothes I already had ready.
They say you can keep getting your clothes like this.
The washroom was on the back of the inn.
Washing area half a room away.
The sun is almost down now.
but there was a lamp hanging on the column as a light.
There is also rain shelter.
Look over the wash area.
Manpower Self coin laundry atmosphere.
Well, I don't have a convenient laundry machine.
Several strings are stretched from wall to wall.
The string had laundry on it.
It's careless when it comes to inadvertence.
Is it used by people who don't care about theft?
Explaining the precautions to me, my husband went back inside.
I'll be alone in the washroom.
"Well."
I lined up the laundry on the wooden table.
Robes and uniforms.
Underwear.
The uniform is in pretty lame shape.
Because I tore it or cut it a thousand times...
Let's get started.
When I lived with my real parents, I was also washed.
I even helped my uncle and his wife at home.
So I have some laundry skills.
I don't have a washing machine, so I wouldn't feel exactly the same.
Hand a vial lined up on a small shelf on the wall.
Blue liquid.
My husband said it was liquid for laundry.
"It's like detergent in the world over here."
I have permission to use it freely.
Next, remove the lid of the tank in the corner of the room.
There are small bugs floating around, but I can't help it.
Drain the bucket with water.
Use a washing solution and wash with your hands.
It's not a big amount.
The laundry was done right away.
The hemp bag my husband gave me as well as my current clothes.
Throw the washed clothes in there.
I went back to the main building after the laundry.
Ask my husband.
"I'd like to dry what I washed in my room."
My husband thinks a little.
Pass one iron coin to your husband.
My husband gave me permission.
He also lent me a drying station at last.
When I walked up the stairs to thank you, I entered the room.
Put the laundry down and then leave the room once.
Bring the drying table in from the back storage.
Dry the laundry quickly and crisply on the drying table.
I also keep the wet hemp bag I was putting in the laundry.
"Phew."
Now you finally take a breath...
Guissy.
Sit back on the bed.
"Pi"
Fumio Fumio and Pigimaru came out from under the bed.
Did you anticipate a paragraph?
"Pi, pi, pi, pi"
The piggy circle began to pull left and right on the floor.
When you're just slightly pulling like this,
”Please don't worry about yourself."
It's a sign of intent.
They mean ignore me with an object feeling.
Did you see that I tried to start thinking?
Because…….
What, the slime that can read this air too much?
………
Hands on my mouth, I start thinking.
I think I can get some rest and travel support in the future with this Mills.
Next, we have to decide on the policy ahead.
I don't think I have to worry about funding our trip yet.
That foursome had a fair amount in hand.
To the extent that I still don't feel the need to redeem the gems, the nostalgia is warm.
Next is the setting of the purpose.
The first is to find the reader of the curse of the curse.
who supposedly has that reader's information.
The contraindicated witch of hiding in the Golden Residence Demon Belt.
The first purpose, after all, is to meet a contraindicated witch?
"Later, why don't we also gather information on the Demon Belt? Anything else..."
Little by little, I want to grasp the information in this world.
It would be easier if there was one companion in this world who could talk in a broken stomach.
"And then..."
Look at the piggy circles that pull.
Demon fortifier.
Improve Pigimaru's ability.
Will there ever be a day when this guy can entrust me with the avant-garde?
▽
I went outside the inn for a stroll.
The sky is completely dark.
but the boulevard was bright and busy.
It is very different from abandoned ruins.
There were also stalls out on the street.
Security doesn't seem so bad either.
I decide to walk lightly down the street.
So far, there is no suspicious gaze on the stranger.
Many traveller-style humans carrying weapons also caught my eye here.
They're allowed to carry weapons all over the city.
At a certain store, I stopped.
'Cause the sign's on my eye.
Mark of sword and shield.
I think I can grasp what kind of store, to some extent, with the sign.
I decide to look for a shop with a sign to try.
I circled over some signs.
A store that deals with weapons.
A store that deals with tools.
Store dealing with clothing.
A store that deals with food.
Tavern.
I was able to check some other signs I could imagine.
"Looks like there's one store that you can imagine from a typical" town "... it's just..."
Wand crest.
Is it a shop that sells magic tools or something?
A slightly strange building.
The taste of a demonic western hall is associated.
"And then..."
Billboard with a written-like mark.
It's such a fine building.
Is it the place to issue the customs office bill or some kind of deed?
Bureaucratic?
Seeing, there are travelers and warrior-style people in and out.
It could be the so-called "Adventurer Alliance”.
Others caught sight of a small temple-like building.
…………
Let's hope God doesn't believe in a fucking goddess.
"So..."
Is that the neighborhood with the commonly known whorehouse or something?
I can kind of tell by the atmosphere.
I don't need you over there.
I went back to the first street.
"Is this where you grasp the town"
I'm getting hungry, too.
Let's go back to the inn tonight.
▽
The problem with the transfer function of the leather bag is that debris remains.
Modern packaging garbage is somewhat concerned with disposal.
I had decided how to handle the current situation.
Once in the woods, I also came up with this.
Wouldn't Pigimaru melt the garbage?
I tried it in anticipation - but I couldn't.
Melt the sauce that was attached (eat?) Give it to me.
but they can't dissolve vinyl or paper.
There seems to be something that can melt and something that can't.
Well, if I melt everything, I'll have endless garbage disposal.
Isn't that convenient?
Either way, the slime is surprisingly deep.
The perception of a demon with only a weak beginning is likely to need to be changed.
Take a wooden spoon while you think about piggy pills.
I was about to grab a meal on the first floor of the inn.
Half the first floor of this inn is a tavern.
They use it in conjunction with the dining room.
I was sitting alone at a table near the center of the room.
Once you dare to eat like this in the dining room, it also makes sense.
First, I wanted to experience a little of the cuisine of this world.
Cooking today.
Simmered meat main soup.
A dish with vanilla sautéed elongated rice.
And then there's rye bread (I think).
Bread is cut into pieces.
Rusk-like flat.
Spoon the stewed soup.
Sip slowly.
"Hmm?"
Horses.
Subtly spicy.
The flavour and spiciness of the vegetables dissolved in the soup go perfectly together.
The tingly spicy taste and the fat of the meat were more harmonious than I thought.
Can you feel the peppery flavor, too?
The leafy vegetables that smoked the soup well are also horsy.
"I mean,"
Chillah.
Pick the flat bread and dip it in the soup.
Bite the damp bread dough.
――――
As expected.
This is horseshit.
I had some anxiety but was no longer blown away.
Now I know why my husband recommended I ask for it with this bread.
I see...... here's the thing.
Next, bring the vanilla fried rice to your mouth with a spoon.
Yeah, it's handsome......
Is your impression close to Paella?
The salty vanilla accent is particularly handsome.
Extremely finely chopped broiled meat also plays a role in every meal.
Different world cuisine.
It's hard to be insulted.
Accommodation is Omake, main meal.
I did strain the price of the food a little.
but if this is the case, my husband's strategy is to snort too.
I feel a mild thirst.
I took the pottery cup.
What's in it is translucent water.
Sounds like a drink called Aramaic Water.
Included in the mouth.
Thin, minty flavor.
Your mouth feels refreshed.
Compared to the previous world dishes, the flavour feels a little messy.
Shall I say rough?
For that matter, I was able to indulge in the flavour that was so annoying.
In the clustering of delicacies and flavors, armaments would rise to modern mesi.
Only so far, though.
But the pork juice I ate in the abandoned ruins tasted thin, but it was horsy...
I still have about half the food left.
Let's say we eat the rest slowly.
Eating in this tavern also had the prospect of touching dishes from different worlds.
but the main thing is gathering information.
The number of guests is high for eating.
There's got to be some information we can get in places like this.
If you have to, you can have a hand in luxury, even with alcohol.
As I dressed up for a relaxing meal, I blushed my ears.