Isekai Ryouridou

"As we have spoken before, there is no such thing as edible fish near this Genos. The water in the river is clear and the fish are all toxic. Because that's the big feature of this Genos. Hey. Barely enough to have an exceptional amount of marl downstream."

Polearths, who later stepped indoors, explained to me in an exhilarating manner.

"Instead of cleaning up the river's poison, the fish are going to have that poison, so much so that it's inherited. Instead of the river being so clear that it can be used for edible use as it is, we cannot eat fish in Genos. Not only Genos, but about the eastern half of Selva territory seems to be a similarity or stopover. … so these are the fish that were brought from the western part of Selva for half a moon."

"Half a moon... did they carry every water in the river?

"Yes. They made me build a special luggage car for that. That would be quite an obsession, wouldn't it?

Truly, there was only such a thing as obsession.

It was a brick-loaded fence filled with water, so to speak.

The scale is about three of the ones on the five meter square are ready. In it, dozens of tails of fish swim suddenly.

The water is lukewarmly green, and the smell of raw odours like fishing grounds is stuck indoors. It was also natural for the Ai-Fas to whisk their eyebrows.

"Only the cooks who were loaded with drills at Count Turan's residence can cook this stuff. That's why I can't even get a buyer in Castle Town. If I let him die, the copper coin I used to buy this would be wasted, so I couldn't help but keep feeding him."

"Hey... you can't block your open mouth"

It is situated in the middle of a continent far from every sea, and yet the river is said to be inhabited only by highly toxic fish. I certainly didn't dream of being able to show off something like this in this Genos, etc.

"Well, it's going to be hard to bring this guy back to the woods, so I was hoping you'd share my surprise for now, though Lord Asta might have no use for it."

With that said, Polearth just left between his lifetimes.

Nod the Ey-fa's and I'll follow.

"Well, let's see if you can taste the ingredients in the repartitioning. Vegetables first."

I was invited into the room at the right end of the front wall.

What awaited there was a slew of tall shelves and a pile of vegetables overflowing from them.

It is also a large room where there will be twenty tatami, and the portion that could not be stored on the shelf is packed in a bag and rolled at the foot. Regardless of the Raina-Lou and the others who were immune in the smaller pantry, Tour-Din was still going to round his eyes here.

Most of them are vegetables that I have seen.

In it, strange vegetables pop in.

"It seems that this back was an even bigger warehouse, and they were picking out some of the vegetables that were transported there first, especially of good quality, and transferring them to this warehouse. I haven't even sorted them yet, but for what it's worth here, it's a no-go ingredient, so I'm free to use them all."

So this is the ingredient for the whole warehouse?

It is on a completely ridiculous scale.

"Sounds like you do have some strange vegetables. What kind of vegetable is this?

What I covered was vegetables like Hechima with purple epidermis.

It's about 50 centimeters long and about my arm thick.

"Hmm, that's just Jagal's vegetable. I think it tasted pretty good when I simmered it."

"Really? There are a lot of vegetables on this continent that taste exactly like the vegetables in my hometown, but the shape may not be similar at all, so you can't imagine the flavor without actually eating them."

"I want you to bring back those vegetables and see if they can be used for Lord Asta's cooking. I'd like you to indulge in as much of the excess as possible, but what do you think?

No matter what they asked, there was no discernment at this stage.

In the meantime, let me choose a few vegetables that are surplus and not so expensive, and fill them in a bag.

"Next time, it's seasoning. I think we can still see something pretty rare here, huh?

Here again, shelves are arranged in rooms about the same size. Stored there are various bottles and kettles, large and small.

"I just want you to check for more information yourself, but was this shelf seasoned and this shelf liquor? Of course, there's plenty of Mammalian fruit liquor in Sim's milk liquor, herbal liquor, Jagal sparkling liquor, and surprisingly, Mahydra's distilled liquor!

"Is it distilled liquor? That's interesting."

There are distilled liquors that resemble whiskey in Castle Town, even if the same Mammalia is a raw material. I would have appreciated it if grain-derived liquor existed closer to sake than that.

"Hih! Look, look, Asta! It's a snake, snake!

"Heh, snake?

Rimi-Lou pulled my sleeve and looked back at you, a black snake wrapped around me in a jar of vitreous. I guess it's a drug liquor similar to hub liquor.

"Speaking of which, Giva eats snakes and stuff, too. Are snakes delicious?

"I don't know. I've never eaten either."

In the meantime, I decided to let the liquor take home only the less bizarre one, one bottle at a time.

Without its use in cooking, the hunters by the woods would be delicious.

So, it is a seasoning.

As far as I'm concerned, I was hoping for something similar to miso to exist, but I couldn't discover anything like it.

Juices that smell as sweet as coconut milk, vegetable oils that are different from lethens, fermented foods with intensely sour gamma milk, and pickled vanilla liquor are all ingredients I'm unfamiliar with.

"Oh, don't forget, there's a separate room here."

Polearth points to the door that was hidden behind the shelf.

When opened, the fragrance burst very aromatically but intensely.

"This is... what you call dry stuff"

Huge smoked meats, dried fruits, etc. are lowered everywhere.

There was an eye-catching presence in it.

It's a bunch of seagrass and a bunch of dried foods, covered in white salt.

"This looks like dried seagrass."

"Yeah. He seems to be able to buy this one out of King's Capital Alglad. That's all I have now, but it seems to arrive with other ingredients at the end of the year. It must be one of the great troubling seeds for Lord Tolst, because in exchange they bring home a great deal of fuwano and mammalia."

"Really? For me, this one might be a lot better than a live fish."

"Really? Then can we please Lord Asta?

In the direction Pole Earth was pointing, some crate was piled.

I opened his lid and I could be very happy.

What was packed there was smoked fish when the bonito was stiff and hardened like wood.

Yet another crate is tightly packed with seafood, crustaceans like shrimp and dried odd creatures similar to octopuses.

"It's great. This is going to increase the range of dishes."

"Well, that's more than anything. As a matter of fact, I had as much trouble using those dried fish as I had living fish."

Saying, Polearth laughed a lot.

"I was hoping that Lord Asta, the emigrants, would be able to use such a sea blessing. This guy wasn't even turned around by the Castle Town restaurant, and he didn't seem to have any other buyers besides Lord Varcus, so if you could use it, Lord Tolst would be delighted."

"Yep. I'm not sure if I don't actually use it, but I think I'd be happy in Inn Town if this would give me a good stock"

"It's comforting.... Oh, what about this crate over here for what it got from Jagal?

Removing the lid in anticipation rewarded the expectation more than enough.

What a bunch of mushrooms in that crate.

Not many of them are like vermilion mushrooms or yellow jellyfish or quite toxic shades, but there's no way they're worn out of toxicity. They are all dried to the caracallas and the condensed fragrance comfortably tickles the nasal cavity.

Yet another crate even prepared raw mushrooms planted in something like an ogre.

The white and corny one looks just like the mushroom, and the one with the brown umbrella looks just like Bunashimeji.

"That's amazing! This place really looks like a treasure trove!

Sorry, I was the only one who was ecstatic.

Still, Raina-Lou and Tour-Din, among others, are seriously staring at what dishes they can cook with this.

"I'm glad you're happy, too. And you're getting more excited about the welcome feast."

When Polearth said so, Ai-Fa looked back at the fudge.

When was the last time a stranger stood at the door?

I saw you there in the same way. Polearth breaks his face "Oh".

"This is, Lord Varcus. Which way the hell were they going?

"I have always tasted vanilla in the next room, Lord Polearth."

I'm also curious as to whether this is the rare cook and the famous Varcus.

Whatever it was, it was someone with a strange atmosphere.

He is tall, has a relaxed body, and has slightly longer pale brown hair. Quite a fragile face, green eyes and white skin of color, a bit jagged folk.

The skinny one is dressed in cooking clothes and white outfits.

With a rare long-sleeved tailoring in warm Genos, the skin is only on the face and tip of the hand.

You wouldn't be so young.

But you don't even look that old.

A young looking, mature man, or a penetrating young man, has a difficult look and atmosphere to discern his age. I'm pretty sure he's between 25 and 40, but he wasn't going to be able to squeeze any further.

"… are you Asta, the cook of the emigrants? I am the master of Silver Star Hall, a man named Varcus."

In a voice that sounds somewhere pale and a little sleepy, Vulcan has stated so.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to you a little bit on the table, would you?

"Yes, with pleasure"

I left the pantry thinking that it didn't seem like a very craftsmanship stubborn person.

Once again, in a wide cook, face Varcus.

"I'm late in introducing myself. I am Asta of the house of Fa, a forest dweller. Best regards,"

"Will you continue? Of course, it's not a rush for me to interact as an individual."

Varcus' eyes frighten a much puzzling light.

"Actually, I've come to ask you a favor, Lord Asta."

"Yes? What the hell is it?

"... I want you to dismiss your welcome kitchen number, Lord Asta."

To this word, Polearth rounded his eyes properly.

"What kind of story is that? Just like Lord Varcus, Marquis Marstein of Genos asked for this job, didn't he?

"Just because you say no to that doesn't mean Lord Asta is in a bad position, does it? If I could, I wouldn't want the ingredients in this cook to go to waste, I would."

Varcus continues that way with an emotionally unreadable voice.

"This cooking ingredient is a treasure gathered by the former Lord from all over the world. It seems to me that treating this ingredient in vain is worthy of a kind of blasphemy, how about that?

"Hmm. But if you don't use these ingredients right away, it's going to be a pile of dust mustard. Isn't it the right thing to do to use it at all costs rather than let it rot?

"I cannot think that way. If it's enough to be used as an ingredient in an impossible dish, wouldn't it still be better to return it to the soil as it is to Selva's will?

My food was broken before I ate it.

But the face of the Vulcus is uncharted, with no grasp whatsoever. If you dare, only such an atmosphere could be perceived as disturbing how you should persuade an unheard child.

"I see what you're thinking, Varcus. But this is a job that was established by the Marquis of Genos dressed as a forest chief. There's nothing I can do about it, so if there's anything I can think of, I think there's nothing else to complain to the Marquis of Genos."

"Of course, I'm going to take it back that way. But I don't think I can fulfill that wish where I complained that I was just a cook, so I'd like you to take it from me, Lord Asta."

My attitude is only mild and I have no sense of malice or hostility at all.

Maybe this Mitsuhito didn't have the consciousness to scorn me or the people by the woods, he was just sincerely saying this "for the ingredients".

(I wonder if he's like a freak, not a bad guy)

I often reticed and sorted out my feelings before disputing them.

"Varcus. If I had taken on this kind of work only to satisfy my sense of duty and personal exploration, I might not have had the muscle to pass me through until I made you feel at home. But there is a strong feeling in me that the nobility of Genos and the people of the woods can make the right connection. Can't you understand that we can't take our hands off the job until we get rid of those feelings?

"What exactly do you mean by using unusable ingredients? If you're talking about not bringing up the ingredients in this pantry and serving them on a different day from me, you have nothing to complain about on my side."

"You don't mean to keep the cook the same day as you do."

"Naturally. Then you won't be able to taste all the dishes I've made."

Well, what is it?

I don't feel seriously malicious, so I get the feeling that just poking cold won't solve it.

By the way, the women in my place had a lot of different faces.

Ai-Fa is faceless, just staring at Varcus with half his sharp eyelids hidden, and Raina-Lou has taken it. He is defending his accomplishments with his face.

Limi-Luu was tilting his neck properly, and Tour-Din - surprisingly, with her most dissatisfying eyes, she was slowly biting off her lips.

I'm not even angry myself.

I guess it's more out of common sense to let someone in a position like me cook an important welcome party, even to the point of thinking.

But yes, that's why I couldn't accept Varcus' demands as they were.

"In short, you don't want immatures like me to use precious ingredients, and you don't want that crude dish lined up at the same table, do you?

"If you tell the entity, that's what happens."

"Really?" I think.

"As a matter of fact, I am aware that I am half servant. I've only lived seventeen years, and yet it's only been six months since I've come to this Genos. I suppose it's only natural to wonder if I can cook for nobility."

"Really? If..."

"Still, the Marquis of Genos and this Polearth, after knowing so much about me, entrusted me with such a major role. If we can live up to that expectation, there's a part of me that hopes that the existence of the people around the woods will be reviewed a little bit more."

…………

"If you like, could you also look at the cooking hand and judge how good my skill is? If you are still not convinced, your words will be passed along to the Marquis de Genos with so much weight that the asta of the house of Fa only corresponds to the kitchen number of the important welcome party. Whatever you do, you are one of the best cooks in Genos."

"... give me a taste of your dishes," he said?

"Yes, the Marquis of Genos has appointed me cook number after eating my dishes, so I wonder if it's natural that you can leave where you said you don't know my skill?

Vulcus was silenced with some cutthroat in his face.

Polearths, who had been a body of static gaze for a while, smiles and raises his voice.

"This sounds like Lord Asta's words make more sense. Just for the record, Lord Asta's skill is not inferior to Lord Timaro's, is it, Lord Varcus?

"... then there's just a lot of extra worry. Even Timaro didn't have the credentials to waste this cooking ingredient."

Hair up with a fingertip as graceful as a woman's, Varcus breathes softly.

"Timaro and others were entrusted by the deputy chef with the unexpected. Every time Timaro sifted a knife so well, I couldn't resist hearing the ingredients cry."

"Right. I can count on your skill, Lord Varcus. But Lord Asta is an emigrant who can cook in ways we don't know. Don't you think that's more than worth the cook you invited from Sims and Jagals?

"So if you're talking about sifting the right dishes in places I don't know, I'm not complaining either."

Varcus looks back at me slowly.

"But I see what you're saying. If that's all I'm saying, let me show you your skill.... but before you do, could you also look at my skill, Lord Asta?

"Your skill? That's not even a wish story."

"Really? Then let's conclude by comparing your dishes. Because then I'm sure you will have my heart correctly conveyed."

Only in a quiet tone, Varcus said so.

In this way, I ended up with a chef who was regarded as having more arms than Michelle and a backdrop that was more intriguing than the untimely flavors.