Wang Du.
After the sun sets, the pleasure streets are full of light and lively.
The restaurant along the road deliberately beats cooking smoke to the surface and tries to fish its guests with odors.
One of them, in the dining room serving dumpling-like buns, I had been enjoying dinner with a friend for a long time.
There's only one person I can call my friend at the moment.
It's Cornell, a sketchy macho with the alias' Skewered Whirlwind 'for a junior pilot belonging to the Knights.
"No, it's been a really long time. I heard you were busy, but are you okay with your body?
Because the Knights broke into heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancers in the battle of northwestern Wangdu, losing a third of all their power.
Since then, the Knights have been among the great vortexes of post-processing and rebuilding.
Naturally, Cornell should have had days that couldn't be said by the word "intense."
"It's okay. Once a year, I've been super busy."
With that said, Cornell opens his mouth and wears it on a dish like a kid with steamed up gyoza and buns.
Although I can see a little tiredness under my eyes, other than that, I look healthy.
"Go home about the weekend". The new Knights Commander, who saw everyone doing a lot of work, said he hung the order today.
"There's still work to be done."
According to Cornell, the pilots who overheard the commander's decree laughed face to face.
But laughing at it would change my mood quite a bit. You will need a break between intense duties.
"These are the guys who were intermediate and senior pilots. I'm seriously screaming because I don't have any decent working experience. It feels good."
I have people's bad grin all over my face. Looks sincerely happy.
I remember Cornell talking about the pilot.
"Was it advanced to do something inferior, intermediate to flush, and extra"
Cornell swallows the rest of the bun and nods loudly.
And he speaks out as he spits out the smell of the nylons and leeks that were in it.
"Especially the advanced ones, they loved to get away with it."
He looks uncomfortable while reaching for the other.
"If you choose a place like that, you show your face and naturally sit in the upper seat. And when you say that, you get more jobs."
When I finished saying it, I opened my mouth and threw it in.
As I listen, I, too, divide the nilla bun-like thing into two pieces, dip it in plenty of lard oil and vinegar soy sauce and carry it in my mouth. The strong acidity is quite good.
Cornell continued to say the words in a way that seemed pleasant.
"There are no more categories of pilots in the Knights, like upper middle and lower. It's a horizontal line. Class A knights have been taken and are waiting to be redistributed in the hangar."
Doubt its contents. It is no longer a revolution. Definitely the intention of the new captain.
A person who, while a heavy town of junior pilots, was held in absenteeism for a long time because of his defiance of the upper ranks of the Knights.
With the support of the Prime Minister, he has made a big jump over senior and intermediate pilots.
(You're really trying to do something about the Knights.)
Reminds me of what I saw in the Pilot's School extraordinary practical exam.
A magnificent gentleman with an upwardly pinned and bouncing kaisel beard and a thick fleshy body.
The horizontal jaw line made me feel the strength of my will.
"Isn't that a great rebellion?"
I know a lot about the Knights, but as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to shout a compliment. But I'm also worried.
There can be no such great reform, no such thing as resistance.
Cornell closed one of his eyes to my words.
"But I have a strong backup for the Chancellor. There is hardly any political power in the people who have been in a position to do so before. I'll make a scene, but I can't do anything."
You reminded me of that, I laugh at Couscous.
"Isn't that great?"
As I snorted, I grabbed a sweet and spicy seasoned chicken and a bun filled with heaps of chopped green onions, cheeky. The taste of gravy overflowing my mouth further advanced my diet.
"... well, if we're just gonna work together, we're good people"
That's where Cornell's tone sinks a little.
When I saw it, the smile disappeared from his expression, his arms together and his mouth pointing.
"Something's wrong with you."
After roaring hmm, Cornell says.
"Has Mr. Tauro ever seen a new Knight Commander?
I snort. I had seen it in the pilot's school extraordinary practical exam.
"Didn't you recognize him?
Shake your head left or right. I don't recognize him.
I think I've had the same interaction lately.
(That's right. Similar things were said by the guild leader at the temporary practice exam venue)
Cornell continues to speak to me as I explore my memories.
"He's one of the two perfections of the Wangdu Hanayu Realm. Don't you really know"
Even if they say so, I really don't.
Conversely, I am interested in the phrase 'the twin perfection of the Wangdu Hanayou world'.
"Is it bi-perfect? So there must be another one."
When he said so, Cornell looked surprised.
"Mr. Tauro would be one of them!
Surprise and surprising thoughts that exceed it make my eyebrows tight.
I don't remember being such a big deal.
"Now what! Doctor Slime is a super celebrity who melts crying kids."
I accidentally got a disgusting look on my face.
Cornell continues not to care.
"If you two walk side by side in the pleasure zone, the store closes the door and locks it. I'm dangerous enough to be told that. I'm not conscious enough."
I'm kind of sinking into that explanation.
However, it was certainly a detour that I didn't know so many reputable people.
With the power of interest, he arouses himself, who is becoming a dead eye, and raises questions.
"Do you also have two names like Doctor Slime, the new captain?
With his arms together, Cornell nods with a rough nose.
"Doctor Slime and the golden gastronomer Dining of Gold. These two are famous for their lack of access to the Hanayagi Realm."
I don't want to be famous for being banned from going in and out. Include herbal tea in your mouth while you think so.
At the same time, I hung the name I just heard on a search in my brain, and...
erupted.
The drops fly magnificently, but Cornell seems to have expected them, twisting himself and dodging them magnificently.
"... gourmet gourmet of gold!
Cornell snorts heavily at me whispering his name like a gasp.
I kept saying things like screaming.
"Aren't you a hell of a person! Make someone like that the Knights Commander, are you okay?!
Cornell shrugs his shoulders as he shakes his neck left and right.
My words don't stop.
"Even when you say no access to it, you and the golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold have a completely different reason. I'm really in trouble for you to come with me!
All I'm saying is give up, Cornell, keep your palms pointed at me and your neck shaking left and right.
The average person doesn't know the difference, etc., but then it's very difficult. My dignity will not be preserved.
Gourmet of Gold, a golden gastronomer. It is supreme and seeks the ultimate gold, a problem child who snatches up a whorehouse.
Basically, you're not allowed in or out of any whorehouse.
Unless there's a good reason, there's no woman to respond to his request.
"... if you just want to work, you're a good person."
Cornell spoke without force.
It's an annoying one-way crack for me, but for him, it's my direct boss. The spiciness is not a ratio.
My increased blood pressure gradually drops on that sad look, too.
"You've become the Knights Commander."
Cornell sighs with a pitiful face.
"Well, public and private bullies are decent people. I don't think it's a problem to hang out as a boss."
Just don't bother inviting me to dinner. Two turns smaller than before so that the shoulders and neck may continue to shrug.
I thanked the Merchant Alliance boss for being a good person and deeply sympathized with Cornell.
A pleasant neighborhood in Wangdu. Even more first-class among them.
Facing the boulevard, there is a large building that looks up assembled in white marble.
It is Casabel, the most historic established whorehouse in the three houses of the Wang capital.
Jaanne, whose young sideline is the one for sale, has rapidly gained strength. Though recently chased up by these two stores, many fans have been around for a long time, and the position of the head of your three families remains unshakeable.
One room on the top floor of that building.
Larger than normal playroom with high quality furniture and conditioning. This is a suite with a surcharge.
Now one man in this suite was now waiting late to be served a meal.
A large plate is placed on the table, with sterling silver knives and forks arranged on either side of it.
The man was spreading a napkin across his chest, stretching his thick, muscular arms forward.
"I'm looking forward to waiting, but isn't it time to cook?
The man speaks calmly, to the woman in front of him.
Around fifty years old, he is a gentleman with a thick fleshy body, characterised by a kaisel beard that jumped upwards.
It was around the age of twenty who was talked to, a cute woman with the impression that she seemed to grow up.
She is now in a kneeling position on the table, facing a man who is a guest.
What you're wearing is a thin silk piece as you sit on a chick stand. He grabbed both bellies from the top of his clothes and was gently rubbing them up from earlier.
…… ……
The woman is dyeing her face red with shame and desperately doing something.
"What do you say? I was wondering if you could give it to me at the table."
The man keeps slowly, relaxing both bellies.
"Knight Manipulation and Men's and Women's Moves"
The relevance of these two events is a research subject on which Tauro gave thought.
The person just came up with it and hasn't even worked on the verification. But if you look at these two now, they will have motivated you to do research.
His hands, which are also amazing pilots, are polished for a completely different purpose than Tauro's.
The movement captured her senses sharply and continued to amplify certain impulses reliably.
(... no more, no more)
In women, the feeling of giving up spreads greatly.
A cute, sweet woman that Tauro once called a plain child. She wept in her eyes and leaked her squeaky voice.
"Ahhh."
At that moment, Plain Son was unleashed.
And the face of the man in front of him is filled with joyful expressions like the food (mana) given by God and seen.
"God. Thank you."
The man drowned his head deeply and deeply at the god of food, to whom he gave his faith.
Then a few minutes later.
Plain child serves herself, puts the dish on a plate and puts it in front of the man.
And I got to the opposite seat of the man who pinched the table.
I have to listen to the man for a while to come. That's the kind of contract.
(For my brothers)
Plain Son tells herself that.
Her younger brothers suffered from an epidemic cold.
Take the nourishment and rest slowly, and it will heal soon. But she couldn't watch her high fever and groan.
(Not enough money)
High level therapeutic magic or high value potion.
But Plain Son, who had put much of his income on his family's living expenses and his younger brothers' tuition, had no savings to withstand further spending.
For this reason, he offered himself to a concierge in order to receive this highly paid job.
And this man sitting in front of Plain Son is the leader of the newly appointed Knights of the Kingdom.
He is the name of gourmet gourmet gourmet of gold in the alley.
"Ho."
With his voice, a knife made of kachili and sterling silver touches the plate.
The golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold had now inserted a knife into the main dish in the center of the large plate with a blissful smile.
Cut into large bites, stab them in a fork and transport them to the mouth.
"Hmm, fragrant"
Close your eyes and open your nostrils wide, often delightful, with its hot, intense and aromatic aroma.
And I took a small bite, which seemed to be in my mouth.
The plainclothes, sitting back in the chair opposite the table, cannot watch their offered dishes be eaten, closing their tight eyes.
The golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold leaks a fragrant sigh of satisfaction.
"This dish contains the daily life of the cook itself"
Explain to the cook of the day, Tanako, who sits face to face, with a lukewarm eye.
"If I may say so, I am now savoring your time."
Cheeks the rest of the stab on the fork, chews slowly, then moves the throat buddha wide.
And he moved the knife again, and raised his voice of joy.
"Differences in shades before and after this. Look, this is definitely the border between morning and day, no, day and night."
Carefully insert the knife between the day and night layers and lift it with a fork before observing the cross section.
"They are intertwined with each other, but they never mix."
Place each one on a fork one by one and carry it to your mouth.
And he chewed his breath out of his nose several times, exhaling his breath out loud as if he had been comfortable with the sensation.
"And now I feel day and night at the same time. This is something I couldn't even cook for."
And I look far with my moist eyes.
"... oh, I see the narrowness of time"
A time of bliss flows around the trance expression, the golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold.
"This fragrance, this flavour, is exactly like eating gold."
After quietly closing his eyes and enjoying the finish for a while, the awareness of golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold returns to the front of the table.
And now he cut it into large thick pieces, stabbed it with a fork and lifted it to eye height. And put it in the light.
"Vegetable and fruity by day, and richly meaty by night"
Open your mouth and cheek. He then closed his eyes half-eyed and moved his jaw wide as if to taste deeply.
Unexpectedly opens his eyes wide with a patchouli, creating a surprising look.
"This is! Garlic flavor, um, this flavor, spicy spice works."
Place the fork once and wipe your mouth with a napkin.
And when I hoist a glass filled with white wine, I close one eye to Plain Son and ask him with a smile.
"Are you a hard party?
Plain child nagged and never looked up.
Indoors, the voice of a gentleman laughing in a good mood echoes. And on the wall, there was a shadow of a man carrying a raised glass to his mouth.
The man's shadow raised his jaw slightly and his throat moves.
- It's a serene everyday comma in the king's capital.
People, including them, still don't know that war is looming.