The village of Dwarf is in the middle of Rock Mountain.
So I rented a stuffing room, switched to the mountaineering shoes I bought in Gomaki Village, and changed from a desert costume to my regular outfit.
And I take out a single steel sword.
The Iron Sword, number four.
I got the first one from Mr. Margaret, bought the second one from Bellasura, and worked out the third one myself.
The first one was broken when he exorcised the bandits, and the second one was made into a grasping stick to protect himself from the impending walls on the southern island.
And the third one, during this time, broke unbearably on my genuine tornado cut.
Honestly, I thought I had something far more powerful than what I was selling in the store with regard to the third sword, but still I didn't have this about my attack.
Nothing. It's not bitter to train another steel sword, and when I'm serious about attacking you, I'm just talking about using a raw sword, but I still want to have a decent sword, in addition to calling myself a swordsman in an Adventurer's Guild or something. That's the kind of thing that can withstand my attacks.
I don't know what Mr. Daijiro is up to, but she's the one who was one of the brave ones. When I bring Mimi back, if she's serious about resisting, I'd like to have some of that gear ready.
If you're a dwarf, there might be a good way to fortify some weapons.
Centaur? That's enough of him. I feel bothered if I get involved in something.
I feel like I can eat and live with those tiny plants in the wilderness where only pencil grass grows, or in the desert where only cactus grows, if that appetite is rightened loba.
Although the surrounding flora and fauna ecosystem will definitely go crazy - that's what influences more than certain exotic organisms in Japan.
Well, suppose we go.
Once in the mountains, he moves from the shadows of the rocks to My World.
I just found Liliana.
"Dear Ichinojo, good job. We protect the chickens prepared by Ichinojo."
"Really... that black chicken, can you really eat it?
"Yes, it's very tasty. I don't know anything other than that chicken, but LaLalael said it tasted the same as any other chicken."
"Right - oh, this, the egg I picked up later after I recovered the chicken. I think Pioneer will know if it's a sperm egg or an impure egg, so give her a look."
I gave her the white egg, and I thought,
"I wonder if I can eat egg-wrapped rice with this egg"
"Egg wrapped dinner?
Liliana tilts her neck.
"Oh, with a major dish from my hometown. It's a dish that I eat over warm rice with raw eggs and soy sauce. By the way, whether you take the eggs and then put them on top of the rice or directly on top of the rice, mix the soy sauce with the soy sauce first, then add the soy sauce at the end, that's a dish you can't stop arguing about how to eat."
"Is it raw eggs? I've never eaten."
I knew it.
Well, it's not because this is a different world, it's a story that has been said for a long time in many countries.
In Europe and the United States and elsewhere, eggs for raw food and eggs for heating are sold separately, and eating eggs raw is probably at risk of infection such as salmonella.
"Ah, but Master Ichinojo would be fine"
"Does that mean my stomach's sturdy?
"No. Master Icinojo has the magic of life, so if you purify (clean) raw eggs before eating, there is no risk of food poisoning. I've heard that nobles make servants who can use the magic of life purify and clean all their ingredients."
"Oh my goodness - that sexually active magic... it's not, was there such a use for life magic"
No, maybe it's more about looking right as life magic. Sexually active magic is a more unusual use.
All right, I'm going to purify (clean) the ingredients next time too... so even if I get food poisoning, I can treat it magically, so should I be so careful?
In the first place, most of the ingredients I use for cooking are vegetables that Pioneer and Nite control, or ingredients that Miri brings in from Japan.
"By the way, Liliana. Do me a favor."
"Yes, not one, not as many as you ask, Mr. Ichinojo - oh, but here we have eyes, so in my house -"
"It's not such a serious favor. I want you to tell me about Dwarves."
In me, Dwarf has some sort of condensed image.
But as they who are dark elves eat meat, the dwarves of this world may also have a different story to my common sense. That's what I thought.
"Is it a dwarf? Well, Dwarves have thick beards for men, but women don't have beards."
"Hmm, that's the image"
"I'm short, but being short is not a complex. But I get very angry when I'm mistaken or compared to a dwarf (minihum) or half dwarf (half-minihum)."
"Oh, do you have a racial pride? That's an important story."
If I hadn't listened to you now, I might have stuck with Caro and compared his height and told that story.
Glad to hear it.
"And then you like booze and blacksmith"
"Is that what you imagine it to be?"
The goddess said when she came to this world that the setting in my world's games and stories was based on this world, and I guess there's no big difference from the image.
If you take this, take the wine and sake you made in My World. No, just sake, okay?
Wine in this world is precious - something that Hal, Caro and Marina's three daughters made on their feet in Dacat.
Yeah, I think I'll ask the Dark Elves to help me make wine.
That would also allow mass production of wine.
"... it's really starting to be a natural pantry"
The seedlings brought by Miri have already started making rice, as well as wheat and vegetable fields. In the forest of the dark elves are fruits, and in the sea are small fish swimming.
In addition, chickens began to be raised.
You don't have any trouble eating for the rest of your life.