Isekai Ryouridou

Time, from the sixteenth day of the Ashes Moon - the baptismal ritual of Zedias-Rutim, son of Gazran-Rutim and Ama Min-Rutim, half a month and a few days had passed.

A lot has happened during that half month and a little while. Tour-Din and Limi-Luu were also to be invited to a tea party in the castle town, and on the holidays preceding that, many families were to be taught how to make giva bone ramen. The people of Havilla and Dana, and Sauti and Vin are returning to their homes with those achievements and replacing them, as are the people of Din and Lid, Fou and Run. Even Luu and Ray, Zaza and Gene, who were to lend each other their families a few days late, did the same.

"The settlers in the north were pretty good with their arms up. Not as good as Asta and Sisters Raina, of course."

For the first time in half a month, Rudd-Lou mentioned it that way.

Sufila-Zaza, who was to return to his house in exchange with the Rudd-Lou's, was a much spared farewell to Tour-Din. As expected, she was helping Tul-din stall as she did every day.

In six days' time, Zedias-Rutim will be born for a month. Then Morn-Rutim will also return to the northern settlement, where family exchanges will also be carried out between Rutim and Dom. Besides, there were voices from the folks at Fou and Run who wanted to replace personnel to lend their families to Sauti's blood, or to lend their families to another family.

Even in the days of supreme peace, the same day never comes again. They were letting me have a healthy day too, secretly biting off that obvious truth in my chest.

Me, Ai-Fa, Girl, Brave, Zilbe, Durmua, and of course Tia are doing well with their days. Tier's injuries were expected to be at full speed in about 100 days, but the day is already approaching in 20 days. Tia looked full of energy every day, doing tree climbing, rushing around with Zilbe, and sometimes working out bars with Ey-Fa.

On the sixteenth day of the ash moon, which I visited so insignificantly - even on that day, there came an unwhispered transformation. From that day on, it was finally decided by the hands of Levi and Lars that the "Tau Oil Ramen of Kimmus Bone Gala" would be put up for sale in the stalls.

In the morning, Levi left Kimmus's Tail Pavilion in time with us, and that was already the face of tension. If you ask me, he didn't sleep very well last night, and he looked like he was wearing it out snugly before he worked.

"Nothing gets that nervous. I've been training for over half a month."

Even if I speak like that, "But come on," he questions without power.

"If you fail after all this meal, you can't even open your eyes, can you? Asta and Milan-Math and Terrier-Mass have had a lot of trouble... and my stomach is starting to ache so tightly."

"You're a bastard with no guts on the outside. If you feel that much, you won't be able to make it work."

It was his father Lars, not me, of course, who responded that way. He has a soft grin on his wrinkly face as he walks with a cane. Levi looked back at you with an unpleasant face.

"That sounds a lot like a great slap in the mouth. If this doesn't work, we won't be able to face anyone, will we?

"That's why, isn't it? It's only during the biggest battle that we can hide behind."

"Hmm. Even if Squid Sama tells me about every battle to the one who found out and cut off his finger."

That's just parents and children, and it's a reward for words you don't hesitate to say. But Levi can't even see me seriously trying to discredit my father, and Lars is smiling at me. Farewell and rough, but I guess this is normal communication for them.

On his way to the outdoor area, Mim knocks on the door of The Great Tree Pavilion in the South. From today on, Mim will be renting stalls here. When Maim, who received the stall from Naudis' companion, rendezvoused once more, Levi was calling out to you, "I'm sorry."

"We came out later and we used our stalls. We're the bad guys, so don't feel bad for Milan-Math."

"Nothing wrong with that. I have so much fun with more people selling Giva food"

Mim smiles like an angel and answers Levi. Though Mim was not a forest folk guilty of falsehood, it was clear that the word had no lies.

By the way, Mim was changing the menu on the stall to something new the other day. Now that we have the opportunity to subscribe to Kimmus' skin from Castle Town, we are going to be selling that wonderful stewed dish. This was Mim's first attempt to change the menu on the stall, but his reputation was, naturally, high.

That's how we arrive in the prescribed space, and we set up our own stalls.

With three Fa houses, two Leu houses and one Mime and one Tour-Din each, Levi and the others are added here, the total number of stalls is finally eight. It even exists in the space of the Blue Sky Dining Room, so this was no longer like a picture of the outdoor area being occupied by us.

By the way, with regard to the cost of the location of the Blue Sky cafeteria and the wages of the personnel working there, as had previously been discussed, it was decided to issue copper coins in the people who were selling the dishes they needed. Initially there was also a proposal to allocate exactly according to the number of dishes, but that would be too complicated, and I am settled in the result of allocating it by the number of stalls. And the house of Pha, and the house of Lu, and the mime, and the Levi, only the house of Pha is twice the forehead.

"You could have bought all these wooden plates to start this business. Plus, you can't fail."

With the bumps and twinkles, Levi was sticking firewood in the fire bowl.

After discussion, Levi's stalls were to be set up between Fa's house and Mim's stall. At times of need, it is a consideration that I would be more comfortable in my place. That's where I want it to be, but I'm getting further and further away from Thur-din's stall, and that was the only thing that made me a little sad.

Safely caught on fire, Levi arranges ingredients packed crates, water bottles, etc. at his feet. The legless Lars are forming on their tall hips and spinning the contents of the iron pan. It is the stock of Kimmus bone gala, simmered and finished in the early morning. As with our pasta stalls, two small pots were ready to be installed, and the other pot had boiled water for boiling.

Today was Levi's first day, so I was switching pasta sales to curry. Originally pasta and curry were served in order for a few days, so we decided to narrow them down to curry only for a while. Still, the ramen I sell for pasta and Levi's is completely separate, so I was treading that it would not negatively affect your sales if you sold it on the same day. The sauce-baked noodles that were served in the stalls of daily dedication are also abundant.

(The only problem is how hard it is to eat ramen)

Genos has no culture of using chopsticks. On the contrary, the fork did not even exist in the Inn Town, so we rented out the original dishes that broke the wooden spoon into three strands and sold pasta and baked noodles. Juicy ramen is harder to eat than pasta and baked noodles, so that should have been the divide in ratings.

"Asta, it looks like this dish is warming up."

and the women of Matua, the other side, call out with a smile. I had the least painstaking 'Giva Curry' stall, and the daily menu 'Fried Giva' was left to Yun-Sudra and Lili Ravitz, and 'Giba-Man' and 'Kel' were left to Yamil-Ray and Malfira-Naham.

The Lew family, Mim and Tour-Din seem to be ready, so I said to Lars on the straw, "What do you say?" I'll ask.

Lars looked at the left and right iron pans and then smiled, "I'm here any minute," he said.

"Now, let's start selling."

The customers, who were a little distant, approached with fury. Seeing a small number of them coming to their stalls, Levi seemed breathtaking. This is already like a ritual of passage when a new dish is served.

"Hey, this is my first dish, right? You guys have a face you don't see."

People like outlaws are calling on Lars. He didn't look familiar at all, and Lars was returning the word "yes".

"From today on, we're going to let them do business here, too. If you like, how about it?

"I don't care how you say it, I don't know what kind of food it is. Didn't I just sell this broth?

"Sure. Come on. Well, let's see what kind of dish it is."

Lars threw the noodles at the little iron rubble, hitting it in an iron pan of water and flipping the hourglass.

It seems that Lars is better than Levi when it comes to cooking. That seems to be aware of them as well, and Lars had them cooked first.

Lars, missing two fingers, grabs a wooden skewer with his remaining fingers and loosens up the noodles dancing in the rubble. As it falls to the point where there is hourglass sand, the wooden skewers are switched to the radar to throw bone gala stock and tau oil-based sauce on the wood dish, plus Kimmus skin oil. It is a very casual behavior, but its portion was also the result of research over the last half month alone.

Eventually, when the sand falls, I grab the grip of my left hand.

There is no disability on his left hand, so Lars cut the noodle water vigorously. This is a magnificent deed that cannot be seen as the first day.

Carefully sprinkle the noodles cut with water onto a wooden plate, topped with three Giva Chashu and a tino for Nanar, Moyashi and Cabbage. Though it is a small size of about half a ramen, the ingredients are the exact finishing touches according to the taste of the people of Inn Town.

The Kimmus bone gala has a fresh water finish, so the bottom is clear enough to be visible.

I know it's a soy sauce ramen with chicken glass soup.

The customers, who showed Lars the wood plate, stared at it with a sagging throat.

"It's a little small, but now in public. Come on. It's easy to pay for a piece of red copper coin and half of it."

"Oh, oh. This looks delicious.... but it's going to be hard to eat. Are you making that pastry into juice?"

"He said that this guy is a dish called Ramen. They call it cha-chu-men when they're using plenty of meat."

Laughing softly, Lars handed the wood plate to Levi, who stood shabby.

"I'll show you how to eat. Here, try it."

"Oh," Levi nodded, placing the wood plate in the empty space of the stall. And take up the big wooden spoon like a broken fork and a renge on a triple strand.

I shrug the noodles with a fork and carry the noodles to my mouth while even a wooden spoon prevents it from escaping. If you don't use chopsticks, you'll still have to adopt this way of eating.

Levi rubs the dough in momentum and chews it. The slight loosening of that face, which was tense, would be a sign that I am not yet tired of this dish. When Levi soaked the soup with a wooden spoon, he stabbed Chashu with a fork and threw it in his mouth as well.

Notice how many customers have arrived at Levi's stall. Levi is just silently rubbing the ramen, but that seemed to be the most important presentation.

"Okay, that's enough. Make it for me, too!

"Maido.... This one can be made for up to five people, but is it easy to order anything else?

I also raised my voice and a five-member noodle was to be thrown into the pan.

Lars laughs at his son as he loosens it with a wooden skewer.

"How long will you be eating? Get your stuff ready, Levi?

"You can't just leave me saying that, can you? If it gets warm, it'll ruin the taste."

Levi, who said so and made his mouth snap, looked a little young.

Unconsciously, I get a little stuck in that kind of interaction. The way my parents and children worked on selling food didn't make me recall my hometown without refusing.

(Neither Levi nor Lars seem to be obsessed with you... I don't need to worry about this anymore)

I changed my mind and decided to concentrate on my job.

Not only do I find Levi's stalls today, but my feet feel intense overall. It seemed busier on the street so much that I thought it was some sort of a monster in the neighborhood.

Thanks to you, the food sells well. By the end of the first peak of the morning, the first iron pan had also been emptied in "Giva Curry".

"I wonder what the hell it is. Then I won't be able to cook till two moments."

Saying bump, Yamil-Ray was starting to remove the steaming cage. "Giba-Man" is sold out, so we're moving on to "Kel Grill". Even the Lew family seemed to be working on selling out 'Giva Flavored Grill' and starting 'Giva Burger'.

In addition, Levi's shop, which took the most time to cook in eight stalls, remained sloppily lined up even after the first peak of the morning. Guests seem to get more and more limp, according to the law of calling customers. Levi, who changed cooking jobs along the way, seemed complicated as he boiled the noodles.

"If we had so many customers coming, we would have prepared more dishes. I'm going to miss my money."

The Levi's sales target is 100 meals of 1 and 5 red copper coins mini ramen. This was the price and amount of half a serving in a common stall, so it was set at that figure.

Most of all, the Lew family sells "cream stew" and "Giva's Mothpot" for about the same amount and price, selling more than 100 meals every day. In this momentum, Levi's stalls were about to sell out the food first.

"I should have listened to Asta's advice that it was easy to attract customers on the first day. I think my weakness is behind it."

"I didn't tell you, but watch out for water additions and subtractions. If I boiled the noodles for the first time, the fever would keep running away."

Lars, who was colluding with the customer, whispers and gives him that kind of attention. "I know," Levi added firewood to the firebowl, letting his mouth snap again.

"Oh, no, this is a lot of buzz. Don't you need to worry about the rest of the sale?"

And when I looked back because my familiar voice sounded, there was the appearance of Camua-Josh and Leyt. Once they saw Zedias-Rutim's baptism, they left Genos for work, but returned the other day.

"This doesn't even seem like we need to bother contributing to sales. I think I'll get some fried food."

"Huh? Doesn't Camua eat Levi's food?

"Yeah," Camua-Josh nodded as Late glanced up at her husband's length.

"Because yesterday, yesterday, and the day before that, you let me taste it in Kimmus's Tail Pavilion. As far as I'm concerned, I miss this fried food better."

"Really? I'll have Levi and the others cook."

Leaving those words behind, Late turned his foot to the rear of the queue. While dropping off that little hindsight, Camua-Josh shrugs his shoulders, "Oh, boy," he said.

"I wonder if Late feels a burden that he still had his suspicious eye on Lars. I'm totally settled, so you don't have to worry about anything."

"Right. But as for Late, don't you want to keep Levi's cooking on the first day to remember?

When I answered that, "I don't know what that is," Camua-Josh smiled. He is quite a warm smile, even as he chills Late's behavior.

"By the way, it looks like the lodging town is strangely busy today. Was there something special going on?

"I was feeling that, too. Don't you even know the Camus of Circumstances?

"Do you have any idea? I don't know... but is it going to affect Genos?

When Camua-Josh tilted his elongated neck that way, a new figure approached behind it.

"Probably hit him. There's a lot of noise going on in the west, so I'm guessing the guys who were going to head that way were supposed to make a run for it."

"Oh, Zashma. You were back in Genos, too."

Camua-Josh looks back at you with a smile. Zashma, who was to play a part in Lars' wreaked commotion, also left Genos at work for a while.

Zashma, who hasn't seen it in about half a month, laughs cheerfully in the same way she did before. But there was a light in those eyes that seemed a lot more serious.

"I was in Doug until yesterday. Over there, you're making more noise than Genos. Genos can still head north or south, east of anything, but there are only East and West streets in Dabbag. If we can't make it west, we'll only have about this Genos to go."

"Hmm. I hear there are some noisy incidents going on in the western direction, but is it enough for the merchants to make a run for it?

To the words of Kamua-Josh, Zashma nodded "Oh".

"Thanks for the noise, it looks like the same people are causing it. Looks like the townsfolks decided to name the bandits Hurricane Party."

"Hurricane Party"? When a hurricane strikes a man with brutal force. "

"Oh. But that's not the only reason, apparently."

So Zashma whispered to cover people's ears.

"Thank you. They seem to be bandits of the eastern people. So I guess the people of the wind god Sim meant that the letters of the wind were to be used"

"Huh?" I was the one who accidentally raised my voice.

Zashma looks back at this one with a bitter smile.

"What a surprise, Asta."

"Yes. The bandits of the eastern people were very surprising..."

"Well then, Asta only sees the people of the meadows who seriously encourage commerce. It's not that uncommon for us Guardians.... Asta, you've heard about the mountain folks, right?

"Yes. The people of the mountains who live along the mountains of the north seem to have a lot of rough temper. But I can't believe the people of the east are going to be bandits..."

"The people of the mountains and the people of the meadows are not alone. The people of the mountain are getting mixed up with Mahdra, so not only are they tall, but they all have big figures. Exactly not as big as the real people of the north... but still, most of the time, it must be Donda-Lounami's size"

The fact that all of the men had the stature of Donda-Lou, etc., was a sight I would not even imagine. Besides, even if you have a rough temper, all the more so.

"The people of the east deal with poison, so you say they have ten men's worth of power on their own, right? The people of the mountains, in addition to that, even polish their sword moves, so that's already a pain in the ass. If the people of the meadows had ten men, the people of the mountains would have twenty men."

"Yeah, yeah. But if you were a forest folk, you'd be more than equal to a mountain folk with the power of a sword alone. If that's the hunter around Donda-Lou, you won't be late for dealing with more than one mountain of people"

After stating so, Camua-Josh stared at Zashma's face.

"But the fact that bandits of the mountain people are not uncommon is in the more northerly realm. Why should we be threatened by bandits of the mountain people and so on when Genos and Doubags are the southernmost territories in Selva?

"Ask the Hurricanes. I wonder what the hell they've been thinking and getting out to places like this."

Zashma strokes her cheek on the top of the Buddha.

"Most of all, the noise is not that close to Doug or Genos. From what I've heard, it's probably the closest noise I've had around five days in Totos from Doug."

"What kind of noise was that?

"The Chamber of Commerce, which was going east to west down the street, was wiped out. They took all the baggage and killed all the humans. As a matter of fact, all the people caught up in the noise are giving their souls back, so they're not sure who Hurricane Party is or how many people they have."

"Then why were you cut off from the people of the east?... Oh, Sim's poison"

"Discover. Apparently, some of the carcasses left marks of him being hit with Sim's blow arrow. That kind of noise went on, so I guess we all ended up with the same guys. I don't think a bunch of Sims poisonous bandits will show up in the middle of Selva."

Soon, there was a crowd around Zashma and Kamua-Josh speaking in front of the stall.

Zashma realizes it and looks around with her head on.

"I've already told the noblemen of Castle Town, so you have nothing to worry about. I'm sure there will be more guards around the night."

"Yes, but are mountain people horrible people? I'm sorry to say this, but are you going to be opponent with the Genos guard...?

Zashma laughed to encourage it when the old pedestrian and figure said so.

"I said earlier that I wasn't sure how many people there were. For once, guards from nearby territories have seen the people fleeing through the darkness of the night. According to the testimony, the Hurricane Party is a gathering of 10 to 20 people."

"If there were twenty people in the mountains, that would be the only way to beat them."

"What are you talking about? Even if the mountain people can handle 20 soldiers on their own, 400 guards won't lose. There are between a thousand and a thousand guards waiting for us in Genos, so we can't deal with 20 of them."

With an extravagant bare gesture, Zashma said so.

"So there's no danger whatsoever of staying in Genos or Dabbag. I'm sorry to hear that you have more errands on the west side than that. You can't hire as many as 400 escorts to move from town to town."

People were inquisitive about Zashma's information as they looked at each other.

"Um, I knew you were right to look at the exit. Until the bandits are exorcised, let them grow up in Genos."

"Or why don't you just turn your foot on Jagal? Exactly. The bandits of the east will never set foot in the southern territories."

"No, I don't know about that. The east and south are hostile, so isn't that why you don't hesitate to step in?

"If I do that, I'll slap the people in the south. They're small, but they're powerful."

"Oh, if the Bandits of the East did something wrong, they'd be chasing you crazy to death"

"Oh, I hate it. I hate it. I want you to do all the noise in the room."

Zashma turned to me with her head on.

"I'm sorry I made you noisy. I'm just here to enjoy some crackling giva food."

"No, I'm glad I heard something valuable. … Is Genos really safe?

"Oh, the bandits will be crusaded in no time if we get our hands on the territory ruled by the nobles. Those guys are after a business group that goes down the street, or a village with little protection. That's why so many people are gathering here in Genos and Dabbag."

"But you can't figure out that bandits from the mountain people show up in places like this."

With a smile of garlic, Camua-Josh said so.

Those purple eyes are filled with emotions that are somehow difficult to discern. Apparently, Camua-Josh looked at the matter more heavily than Zashma did.

"I'll try to gather some more information, too. Besides, I'm curious about the trend of the Melfrids. When you head from Wang Du to Genos, you have to go through the hidden area of Hurricane Party."

"Oh, it's been about three months since Lord Melfried left Genos. Even if it takes two months to get back and forth, it'll be a good time to come back to Genos."

After stating it that way, Zashma frowned as if she was hurt.

"But you wouldn't attack a bunch of kingdoms for as much as you want, would you? We may not have as many as 400 soldiers, but if we get our hands on the Kings of the Capital, that's why there could be a crack in Sims' and Selva's national traffic. You will not be allowed to return to your homeland, furious not only Selva, but the king of Sims."

"I don't know. The fact that the people of the mountains appear in the south of Selva is against reason. It makes me feel like I should think that our logic doesn't work."

That's how Camua-Josh finally regained his usual blurred glance.

"Whatever, we won't be talking about this today or tomorrow. Asta should talk to Donda-Lou and Ai-Fa right now, and be prepared to serve as an escort if you have to."

"Yes. Thanks for the advice. By the end of the day, I'll be sure to talk through it."

"Yeah. Well, I guess I'll have your fried food and a bite to eat."

"Oh, I'm begging you, too. I'm worried about your queue, but it won't be long until we get rid of it."

Just making rough business work, Camua-Josh and Zashma were calm things.

After all, the Matua women who were listening on my behalf are closing their eyes properly.

"You certainly can't imagine the people of the east committing evil deeds. Is the stall business okay?

"I wonder. In the meantime, if you see a people of the east with a fine physique, let's be careful."

But if there were an eastern people or something with Donda-Loumi's physique, it would make him stand out. In that sense, it was probably still easy to be cautious.

In doing so, the sun reaches Jomtien and there are more guests. No matter how ominous the rumors spread, that doesn't make you hungry. Though the pedestrians and people spoke anxiously, they lined up in the stalls and desired Giva food.

But that was not the last of the changes to be visited on this day.

A new stall of Levi's began, and Zashma brought information about the Hurricane Party - only at the end, the person appeared.

"Yeah. Rumor has it, it's a lot of fun."

It was a people of the south.

He has a small, slender physique and a shady and brown mustache on the bottom half of his face. It was a very common appearance as a people in the south, except that its tiny eyes and dough nose size were out of standard as well as a people in the south.

And instead, there stands a large man who is occasionally seen in the people of the south. He was also an unbeatable big man by Aldas and Bozzle, and his hips were lowered with a massive sword.

"Welcome. Would you like to order?

"Yeah. But that dish shouldn't smell like vanilla. Do you want me to get the one with the Kerr root over there?"

Yamil-Ray and Malfira-Naham are in charge of "Kel Grill". "Ha, ha, yes," Malfira-Naham, who had been cooked, grabbed Poitan's dough as he swam his eyes.

"Oh, how old are you? Oh, is that one of you? Are you two?

"Let's get two. Try yours, too."

Big partner, he nodded silently. After all, there is only a swordsman, a compelling hesitation.

That's how Yamil-Ray received the copper coin and Malfira-Naham offered 'Kerryaki'. The dumpling-nosed man who grabbed it, "Humph," gives a big glance.

"I see. Good job as rumored.... didn't stumble from the first important step, it was above all."

"Huh? Huh? Hey, hey, what are you talking about?

I'm not talking about you.

Leaving poor Malfira-Naham behind, the person turned to me.

"Then let me move on. Asta at Fa's house, a cook by the woods. Let me talk business with you."

"Yes? Are we talking business?

"Oh," the man nodded as he rubbed his big nose.

"I'm Cornelia's Dells. I want you to buy some ingredients. However, if your terms are reconciled,"

"Is it an ingredient? That's an interesting story...... but how could you do it to me?

"The longer he talks, the longer he gets. When you're done with your business, let's discuss it carefully."

That said, the man who named him Delus grinned.

"Your reputation has been carefully heard from my brother. I'm Balan's brother, the architect."