Isekai Ryouridou

So quickly time passes, and it is five moments down.

Having successfully completed the cooking, we moved to the dining room, which is a meeting place.

I still have a moment left in the sunset, so I don't see any customers.

Instead, behind the dining room, the innkeepers were waiting.

The number should be about thirty.

They sit in the back of the cafeteria where they seem to fit about seven or eighty people if they pack it in, making sure that those people stand close to each other.

When we got to the spot with Naudis in the lead, the people who were chatting calmed down like they hit the water.

In it, the person sitting on the edge raises his hand and calls out, "Hey."

It is Milan-Math in The Tail Pavilion of Kimus.

On a table of six, Milan-Math was seated alone.

"That was late. Did you finish the dish?

"Yes, thank you for today, Milan-Math"

"Nothing needs to keep your head down. I've been waiting for you guys, so take your seats."

Apparently we were the slowest arrivals.

We procured a missing chair from an empty table, all on the same table as Milan-Math.

Naudis smiles and thanks, then walks to the back wall.

That's how Naudis lowered his back to the vacant seat, and the person in the seat next to it rose instead.

"Now you're all of them. The time just seems right."

He is a man with a good width and looks like he is in his mid-forties. Hair and eyes are brown, skin color is ivory. He was a gentle, flamboyant expression who seemed to specialize in customer business.

This person looks familiar.

Jan is cooperating with the Master of Tanto's Grace Pavilion, whose name is Tapas. From what I hear, this person was the sidekick - the so-called president of the Chamber of Commerce.

"Thank you for your hard work today. Let me begin the regular meeting of the Yellow Moon. … Before you do so, would you like to introduce people to this meeting for the first time today?"

Milan-Math nodded one thing and stood up.

"I think we've already talked about it, but today I'm also inviting people from the woods who I'm renting stalls to join. People by the woods who often made a scene with the town, but the sinners have already been cut off, so I would like them to treat them as the same people of Genos without distinction."

In the sight of Milan-Mus, we got up, too.

"My name is Asta from Fa's house, and I am serving snack stalls in the outdoor area. Best regards,"

"I'm Raina-Lou from Lou's house. This is my sister Rimi-Lou, and this is my family Zwei-Rutim. And here are my entourages, Rud-Ruh and Sin-Ruh."

Raina-Lou shrugged, and Rimi-Lou bowed his head a little.

People are watching over us silently. It should have been known beforehand, so I guess no one is surprised now - after all, most people seemed to have a face that endangered something.

In that, there's a girl sneaking her hand out of her seat a little further away.

It is the Yumi of Westwind Pavilion.

Next door, you can also see the harsh figure of Samus, the husband and father. When I heard we were coming, Yumi asked her father to accompany her.

And then there's the Nail of Xuanrong Pavilion in the far seat.

That's all we know about faces.

With all that tension, we decided to sit down with Milan-Math.

"Without further explanation, their stalls have a great reputation in the outdoor area. Yet they have come, like me, at the request of the Earls of Saturas and Dareim, to reveal the use of different ingredients. There will be a lot of people who have gone to the stalls to make sure it tastes like it."

While stating so, Tapas will also be seated.

"It goes without saying how much they have done to make the lodging town flourish. As a competitor to take away customers and as a person working on the same business in the same town, I hope we can continue to hold hands."

With such greetings in mind, the meeting began solemnly.

First of all, it was a matter of transmission from the nobles, but there were no special reports there. I will end with a story about Sim, Jagal, the extra towns of Selva, and the King's capital, Alglad, that I would like them to make great use of because they will continue to deliver different ingredients on a regular basis.

After that, stories continued about the capture of a taste of banditry in the vicinity of Genos, the noise between travellers and the wounded in a certain inn, and the fact that an outlaw who tried to steal Totototos was sentenced to a whipping sentence as a sinner - and then an interesting word was released from the mouth of Tapas.

"In the green month of the following month, the architects of Jagal will visit Genos again to repair the building. Please confirm during this month how much repairs you need to make to your accommodation"

I daunted on my own, but I wasn't there for anyone to share it with.

The architect of Jagal must be talking about Balan's men.

However, Raina-Lou, who had participated in the business of the stalls since around the end of the Blue Moon, had little knowledge of the ladies, and had never even looked up to Rimi-Lou or Zwei-Lutim.

(I can finally meet the ladies again. If you don't get your mind ready, you're not gonna cry again)

And there was another interesting story.

It won't be long before new paths open to forestside settlements are used.

That meant that the company Black Wind Cut Feather, which has been chosen to play the role of monitor for the new road, will return to Genos.

Speaking of which, they should have left Genos on the silver moon and declared that they would be back as early as three months later, but about four months have already passed. I guess some kind of news was delivered that they were finally coming back to Genos like that.

"If that chamber of commerce called" Black Windcut Feather "uses a new path to get back to Sim and prove something called its safety, Genos will welcome more East people than ever before"

"That's a delightful story. Please, let me pray to the Western gods to make it work."

And the person who was sitting next to us spoke that way in a soft voice.

It looks impressive, so I've been curious about it since the beginning. It was an old woman with shallow dark skin.

Women themselves are rare in this setting, and shallow black skin is even rarer. Perhaps it's a mix-up with Sims. It was a very serene looking old woman with gray hair and brown eyes.

It's hard to tell because I'm sitting, but it's quite long, and I'm a lot thinner. What he was wearing was a relaxed long coat, and lowering a lot of ornaments was also a flush in the east.

"When it comes to the habitual residence of the people of the east, first of all, it would be the Rumlia's Tundra Pavilion. Hey, was the Chamber of Commerce called" Black Windcut Feather "also using your inn, Giese?

When Tapas asked as such, the old woman, called Zise, smiled softly, "No".

"Those people always seem to be staying in the castle town. He must be a fine man, recognized by the nobles."

"Was I? If it's your inn, you'll be able to serve sim dishes that can't be beaten by Castle Town."

"Terrible. These days, when it's time for supper, there are more guests who leave the inn… I'm sure they'll head out to this" Big Tree Pavilion in the South "or" Kimmus's Tail Pavilion "in search of Guiba dishes."

With that stated, the old woman Giese has turned her soft eyes towards us.

"So I, too, wanted to try one thing... the folks from the woods couldn't sell me Giva meat in my inn, could they?

"Oh, wait a minute. Before we do that, let me clean up another story."

And, the serene attitude remains unbroken, and Tapas raises a voice of restraint.

"My husband at Kimmus's Tail Pavilion has one suggestion for you. Anything. Your husband says he can still buy Onda from a vegetable sale in Dalaim after the rainy season is over... so he was talking about whether there are any other inns that would like to handle Onda, and that's what you want to hear on this occasion?

"Oh. So far, four inns have been able to buy Onda out. He promised me that Dalaim's vegetable sales would continue to make Onda, but I thought you'd be more than happy to be a big business anyway."

When Milan-Math spoke, the innkeepers began to blur.

I look around at it all the way, and then Milan-Math snorts "Hmm".

"As you can see, the four houses are houses that are buying up giva meat, and it is also the folks by this forest who have brought in the Onda story. So they won't lose or gain anything if everyone tries to get their hands on Onda. Think about whether Onda is needed to cook your own inn."

Still, people were still a little bothered.

Tapas, the facilitator, coughs lightly, then raises his voice.

"So, just fine, shall we move on to talking about giva meat? I hear you have a suggestion from Kimmus's Tail Pavilion, just like Onda."

"Oh, can you explain that from your mouth?"

Milan-Math nodded at me and I nodded yes.

"I just got a thankful offer from you, but I was actually wondering if we could get all the other innkeepers to handle Giva meat. Giva meat is a priceless product, but we have heard that there are now more and more inns and stalls dealing with meat from the caron's torso, so we hope you can think about it."

The blurring increased so much.

In that, Giese, the old woman, the husband of the Lamlia's Tortoise, speaks up.

"If you could sell me Giva's meat, I'd appreciate it. What exactly is the price?

"Yes, Giva, like Caron, divides the price by site. About four servings, five and a half red copper coins for the cheapest foot meat, ten red copper coins for the tallest breast meat, and so on."

"I see. Do you mean twice to triple compared to the meat of Kimmus? Although it's certainly not cheap... it still seems cheaper than caron's carcass meat."

"Yep. As a matter of fact, it is suggested by the castle town that it should be the same value as caron's meat, but so far it is allowed to be put up for sale at this price"

Then there was someone from another seat who would also speak.

"You want to hear from me, too, you're talking about selling meat, not cooking?

"Yes, we sell Giva dishes to three inns, but I was wondering if we could do any more cooking."

"Three? Weren't there four lodgings buying Giva's food?

"You're selling only three dishes: The Tail Pavilion of Kimmus, The Great Tree Pavilion of the South, and The Xuanrong Pavilion. Westwind Pavilion only sells meat."

Then Yumi hammered me, "That's right."

"We sell cheap. Even if I could buy Asta and the others' dishes, there was no chance I could sell them. So we can only buy Giva's meat and cook it ourselves."

"Hey, if you can't keep quiet, go back home"

And Samus twisted his daughter.

Yumi was fearless and shrugged her shoulders.

"That's all right. You only said the real thing, didn't you? Anyway, we only have about a dozen outlaws and some of our favorite Sims, so it doesn't make a big difference to our guests that Giva's food was served in other inns."

People began to look at each other and argue with this.

Most of your husbands brought you in like Westwind Pavilion, but you can't help but talk to someone.

In the meantime, Giese, an old woman with a smile, tried to say something.

Then a voice rose from another direction at such a time as to whisper it.

"I see. I've been wondering why people from the woods came to see each other, but that's why I was so nervous from the beginning."

It was also the voice of a woman.

It is the voice of an elderly woman, cracked to pieces.

"You're saying it's still not enough, selling up Giva's dishes in stalls and lodgings, winding up all that copper coin every day. Damn, I looked up shallow."

When I saw it, a big woman swept over the chair.

It looks like it could be about 1.5 times the size of an old woman named Zise. He has brown hair with creases up to his shoulders, making brown eyes glow badly. The colour of the skin was yellowish and brown, and my arms and the like seemed to be more dramatic than mine.

"Hey, what kind of saying is shallow just to bring up business stories? Would you stop making it difficult?"

When Milan-Math responded with a thick voice, the woman snorted "Hmm".

"That's all I hated about the people by the woods. You're totally on the move. I was sympathetic to your pathetic situation."

"I'm just angry that you're sympathetic to me. Keep the irrational hatred in your belly."

"Which doesn't make sense? I'd like you to refrain from using important contacts as a tool for business."

Then Tapas also turned his gaze to the woman in a pioneering manner.

"Lema-Gate, you're the one who wants us to keep you from making useless noise. If you're complaining, you just have to be able to buy up some giva meat, right?

"I don't want to be able to buy that because you asked me to. Why do I have to help people in the woods make money?"

There was no evil appearance, and the woman said so.

Milan-Math smalls his tongue with a grumpy face.

"Hey, don't worry about that woman. He just doesn't care about the forest people for a long time."

"Really? You're the master of the inn, too, aren't you?

"Oh. You're the next biggest innkeeper in Accommodation Town after Tanto's Grace Pavilion when it comes to" Arrow's Stuff Pavilion. "But the Gates are always bigots."

Speaking of which, this is the third time the Milan-Math family and Siri-Law have seen a man with a Mr. in the people of the west. That would mean that she, too, would be descended from the liberal pioneers who had been predecessors of the Marquis Genos family since before their visit to the land.

"Anyway, after this, you're going to serve a Giva dish that's calling for the kind of reputation you want, right? Damn, it's a visible M.O. How dare you imitate so shamelessly?"

As Lema-Gate continued to do so, Naudis rose with an angry face sometime later.

"Lema-Gate, it was this me who suggested serving Giva's dishes. I'd like you to stop slandering the people of the woods as shallow and so on."

"Hmm. Aren't you one of the people by the woods? The people of the woods are such a bunch of outlaws that all the people who join them are outlaws."

"I don't care. All the sinners who did evil to the people of the town were judged. Only bigots like you are still complaining."

Milan-Math also pursues with a voice of increased extremes.

But Lema-Gate was not frightened.

"Are all the sinners being judged? Isn't that a funny story? From what I've heard, the other sinners must have settled into the form of acquittals by pushing all the sins on the original sheikhs and such."

"Before that, two great sinners would have been executed, though? The bad guys in town in the first place are the big sinners over there."

"What are you talking about? He's an old man. Short fathers, isn't he? Then what happened to the young outlaws who were rambling in town? You're not going to be punished, you're going to stay wild."

Milan-Math frowned at the urchin.

Lema-Gate has his thicker lips suspended for hatred.

"I'm also being smashed through an important stall by the outlaws by the woods. That monstrous big man still pulls into the back of the woods and lives happily ever after, doesn't he? Are you kidding me at all about making all that noise and not being guilty of anything?"

I was supposed to be breathtaking.

Then I look back at the Tswei-Rutim of the flesh.

Zwei-Rutim was staring at Lema-Gate as he burned a flame of disgust in his slightest eye.

"But it... I guess I received enough copper coins to buy a new stall and hand-held it?

When Milan-Math questioned him with a lot less momentum, Lema-Gate snorted "solder" again.

"Well, if the people in Castle Town can order me to hit them with this, then you won't even be able to complain. You, too, have been tormented all along without being allowed to complain while they killed your wife's brother, haven't you?

"... are you going to put human life and stalls together?

"This way, too, the one who used the stall is blinded to death. A big man like a monster smashed a stall in front of me, and I was supposed to get a piss. If you'd taken a step back, they'd have crushed every stall."

The people around them were looking at each other in a bewildered way.

Milan-Math clutches his mouth in a bitter way.

"So the folks by the woods, they get into the nobility and live as they please. The person to be taken in just wanted to be upgraded from Count Turan's to the Marquis de Genos. Can you trust them? If I eat Gibba's meat, I'll even get my soul dirty."

"Hey!" At the same time Zwei-Rutim rose abruptly as he sounded the cut.

"Shut up and listen, you're going to say something of your own accord, sir! Who in the world says you live happily ever after without punishment!?

"Zwei-Rutim, stop," Raina-Rou tried to resist, but Zwei-Rutim shook it off and twitched further.

"You're complaining. That big fat ass was supposed to be cut off from his family and taken over by another family, yo! Think about how painful punishment that is, hey, using that crude head. Yo!

"What, you? You're a very powerful little girl. What are you talking about, like, getting along with your family?

"I'm saying that all the sinners, Sung, the people in the main house, are punished exactly, yo! That's how people in the lodging town tell you!

That was, indeed, supposed to be true.

But it may be hard to imagine how much punishment it would be for a human being who is not a forest folk. Neither did Lema-Gate, who just crooked his face like he mocked Zwei-Rutim, look good at it at all.

"I'm not being whipped, I'm not being kicked out of Genos, and that outlaw lives up to it, right? What kind of punishment is that? I don't remember that outlaw lowering one of my head."

"Is it more painful for you to be whipped than cut off from your family?!?

"I don't know. In the first place, I can't imitate that kind of punishment."

Lema-Gate lifts one eyebrow in a foolish way.

Zwei-Rutim, in his angry form, shivered his thin shoulder into a mess.

"Stop it now, Lema-Gate. What the hell would it be like to steam back such a story?"

I had a fed up face and that's what Tapas said.

"Whatever it is, you received an apologetic copper coin. If you weren't really convinced, you should have pushed that copper coin back, too. How dissatisfied you are to say that you have achieved reconciliation in form alone is nothing short of the laws of Genos."

"Hmm. Congratulations on remembering your nobility. If you were me, maybe you'd think like that, Tapas"

"... it has been declared in the name of Marquis Marquis Marstein of Genos that all the sinners of Count Turan's house and the people by the woods have been judged. Is it always the right thing to do to make statements that go against it?

Rema-Gate turned to her as she rubbed her fleshy body.

Tapas takes one sigh and then looks back at Zwei-Rutim.

"Please take your seats, too. Zwei...... did you say Zwei-Rutim? I think your anger is legitimate, but there's no point in arguing here."

But Zwei-Rutim answered nothing and left Lema-Gate dazed.

Rudd-Lou, who was silently watching what happened, calls out, "Hey."

"Just sit down. If you're not convinced, we'll talk later."

"Shut up yo!" Don't scream, "Zwei-Rutim turned and ran out.

At the same time, Sin-Luu takes his fluffy seat and chases Zwei-Rutim.

The two appearances instantly disappeared from the dining room.

In the midst of the raging crowd, Rudd-Lou's voice sounds "ahhh".

"I'm sorry for making such a scene. That Zwei-Rutim is from our Ruwe family. As a parent, I would like to remind you that my family has done a rude imitation."

"Oh, oh, yes... may I continue the meeting?

"Absolutely. You just have to leave the one who left."

Ever since I mentioned it that way, Rudd-Lou has looked around at us.

"Hey, don't move any further on your own, okay? I only have one body."

"Oh, I know,"

Answering like that, I wasn't worried about Zwei-Rutim.

Both Raina-Lou and Rimi-Lou have very sad eyes towards the exit of the dining room.

Needless to say, what Lema-Gate calls a big man was about Mida-Lou. The story that Mida-Lou, who had seizures, had destroyed stalls in the boarding town, had long since been eliminated in the forestside settlements as well.

(Back then Mida-Lou was only interested in delicious meals and could not even think about people's annoyances. So much so that I couldn't go down to town on my own, that I could be chained... and now I can't imagine that)

It was two days ago that Mida-Lou was awarded Mr. Lou for being recognized as having the right heart. In such a fold, Lema-Gate would have hit me with a tantrum, and Zwei-Rutim would have lost patience.

(Even Zwei-Rutim knows how painful punishment it was to be cut off from family)

I felt bitter and kept thinking about Zwei-Rutim's mood.

But at no time did Zwei-Rutim ever come back to this occasion.