Isekai Ryouridou

and after the close of business on that day.

When we got back to the Kimmus Tail Pavilion, there was already Rayna-Lew waiting for us there. He came on foot because it was Rayna-Luu alone who was leaving for Inn Town at this hour.

"Good luck with the stall business. Until tonight, please."

"Yeah. Nice to meet you."

Leaving members to attend the inn stopover, the others head back to the woods. All that remained were the faces of me, Tour-Din, Sheila-Lu, Lara-Luu, and Zwei-Lutim. No way, the number of people has increased, but today I received recognition for holding it until dinner is ready.

By the way, at the silver moon stopover, it was coming for four people, except me and Raina-Lou. I had one thing about Tia, so I had to ask her to resign. I guess Lara-Lew became a regular member because he had the thought that one day he would take on the stall divider. Even today, it felt like the intent was hanging from the skinny body.

"Okay, well, let me get ready for dinner."

"Oh, before that... Pratica, okay?

Raina-Lou spoke to Pratica with a smile.

"With regard to the harvest festival, there was no acknowledgement from all the chiefs and parents. Everyone has no objection to inviting Platica."

Pratica managed to retain her faceless expression while still glaring slightly at her body.

"Reply, everything, were you there? Chieftain muscle, house, far away, so it takes time, I was listening..."

"Yes, at the discretion of my mother, Mia Ray, I was to let my father Donda run Totos to Zaza and Sauthi faster than she woke up. So I managed to deliver the messenger before I became Jomtien, so I didn't even get a reply."

"... thank you. Tough work, I put it on, I'm sorry, I think"

Pratica drooled her head deep toward Raina-Lou as she combined her fingertips.

"It's outrageous," Raina-Lou laughs so brightly.

"I have only delivered the word to my mother, Meer Ray, so I am not responsible for anything hardship or anything else. It was the other families who made Totos run..."

"Family, who is it? Everyone, thank you, I want to deliver."

"It was Barsha and Lyada-Lu who made Totos run all the way to Zaza and Sauti, and it would be Rudd who toured Ravitz and other families. … I just fulfilled my duties as a family, so I don't need to say thank you or anything, but I would be happy to get in touch with Platica, so let me tell you my name."

Laughing with a smile and without giving in, Rayna-Lew said so.

"In any case, I am also pleased that Pratica's presence has been allowed.... So, were the stopovers allowed to visit?

"Yes, that's what I just heard"

From Melfried to the Saturas, Saturas to Tapas, chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, and Tapas to Milan-Math, a message relay was set to take place. Fortunately, there were no different people there.

That's how we talk in front of the inn, and Levi, who was cleaning up the stall, comes back from behind.

"What, you were still screwing around here? Asta and the others have dinner plans, right?

"Yeah. Levi and the others, they're serving ramen, right?

"Yeah, but my dad and I don't have anything to do with stopping by. By the time Asta and the others finish their work, we'll take our time."

Along with Levi, who talks like that, we set foot in Kimmus's Tail Pavilion.

At the reception desk, a smiling Terrier-Mass awaits. Terrier-Mass gave Levi an admirable look before turning back on us.

"Thank you very much. Thank you for leaving the chef empty."

"Yes, then, if you'll excuse me."

Levi went straight upstairs, so we interrupt the cook.

The cook was deserted and the ingredients we kept in the morning were arranged on the workbench.

Moreover, the iron pan is its own bringing. The iron pan of the kitchen was now grouped together in the corner because it would be used in the cooking for the customer.

Since the start of the rendezvous is five moments down, it still leaves plenty of more than two hours. But also, there were as many as thirty attendees nearby, so they couldn't stay so relaxed.

"Then let's split up and get started. Lara-Lew can help us, can't she?

"Yeah! Something's crackling to help Asta!

Keep the burning enthusiasm, Lara-Lew spills more white teeth. Those strong, bright, shining blue eyes looked at Pratica all the time.

"Are you just watching? Looks like Sister Raina wants to eat your food, doesn't she?

"Yes, folks by the woods, with a full attitude, I'd like to cook, deliver"

"Oh well.... So what should I do?

"Well, let me ask you to cut the vegetables over here. Aria and Ma Pra will be finely chopped and the chatch will be one big mouth, please."

"Rikai," Lara-Lew took up the cooking knife.

That's how I carve the vegetables with a serious look, and I glimpse the Pratica again.

"You know, I don't know what I'm talking about, but I can't even get under Asta or Tour-Din, can I? If you want to see something, why don't you go that way?

"No. All people, equally divided, wish to visit"

"Hmm? Isn't this how you're pushing Asta because you want to see her handiwork?

"Yes, but I have Asta's hands-on, recipient human, hands-on, and interest. Therefore, tomorrow's harvest festival was also a hope and a wish for a tour."

As he gazed at Lara-Luu's hand, Pratica said so.

"Cooking, something to make alone, nothing. Me, the head chef, I'm aiming, so I need to do my job, tell the others. So, Asta, the handicapped, the handiwork, I care."

"Chef, huh? That means, in short, Kamado's job partitioner, right? Are you looking for him?

Lara-Luu stopped the cooking hand and fixed his gaze on Platica's face.

Pratica, too, stares back at Lara-Luu on Urunou.

"You're thirteen, aren't you? I just heard Ray-Matua and the others talking like that."

"Yes. What's that?

"No, I'm only a year old, but I just thought you were younger than me. You're a fine man."

When Lara-Rue laughed powerfully, Platica pulled herself slightly in the way she was poked at by surprise.

"Raina, I think I kind of figured out why my sister liked you. It's gonna be a lot of trouble, but good luck."

"... Yes. Thank you."

Continuing with Raina-Lou, Platica also seemed to capture Lara-Lou's heart.

I'm sure Pratica has all that charm. From yesterday onwards, she is trying to push through her own requests with the impetus that seems to be fortuitous - but few people seem to bother with it. That was also probably the result of her hiccups inviting.

"Yes, Platica," Raina-Lou, who worked a little further away, also raises his voice.

"I forgot to mention earlier, why don't you rest yourself at the Lou's this evening?

"No. Tonight, I'm going to be in Accommodation Town, staying, in the morning, at Fa's house, heading out"

"If you're heading to Fa's anyway, it's closer to the Lew family. And my parents said," That's okay. "

"Right. If it's about paying for copper coins and staying at the inn, you can come to us."

Platica had been bewildered by the sisters of the Lew family from before and after.

"But... annoying, don't you?

"If it is annoying, I will not make such an offer. Plus the oldest of the Lew family wanted to talk to Platica. I wonder if the oldest would be happy to hear about Gerd, etc."

When Raina-Lou turned his uncontrolled smile, Pratica lay her eyes down like she could not see.

"... the people by the woods, kind, it was more than I could imagine. Probably confused."

"Haha. So don't cry, okay?

"I won't cry. Emotions, spills, shame."

Pratica picked up Lara-Lu by raising her hand.

But when I find an innocent smile there, I immediately lay my eyes down again. Apparently, he was completely disturbed by the wave-like attack of kindness.

(On second thought, Pratica is only thirteen. That's such an exotic land, you're acting alone... you can't possibly not be thin)

Still, I guess Pratica is exciting herself to train as a cook.

Perhaps the people by the woods, who are meticulously sharp in the mood of others, could have been so kind to Pratica.

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Thus it is the fifth hour of descent.

When we went out to the dining room after the cooking, the neighbors looked like they were holding their faces together.

To Naudis of the Great Tree Pavilion in the South, the Nails of the Xuan Ong Pavilion, Sams and Yumi of the Westwind Pavilion, Tapas of the Grace Pavilion of Tanto, Zise of the Tuna Pavilion of Lamlia, and Lema-Gate of the Stuff Pavilion of Alou - the faces I've seen are also quite a bump. While greeting those people, we were set to head to the back table where Milan-Math was in formation.

"Thank you for your hard work. Did Levi and Lars get into the kitchen?

"Yes, I've been working on it a while before we left the kitchen."

"I understand. Tapas, here we are."

"Now let's start our regular Tea Month meeting. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your hard work today"

Tapas, the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, stood up and loosened up and looked around at the people on the spot. She is an elderly husband who seems to be very good at business.

"Special today, we are inviting guests from a land called Gerd. Gerd is located in the northern part of Sims, and we are planning to make a big deal with Genos in the future. In about two days, the sample ingredients will arrive in Genos, and we will have the opportunity to do the same."

Tapas began to talk that way in a lack of talent that I don't think was suddenly offered at noon today.

"At the same time that this Lord Pratica is part of the mission, he says it is the culinary number of Lord Ger's mansion and will serve to explain the use of new ingredients. And because of your great interest in the food culture in Genos, you wanted to try dinner served at this regular meeting… Is that what you're talking about?

"Yes," he nodded, and Pratica stood up as well.

The coat has been removed since before entering the kitchen, so its slender appearance is exposed to the public. Pratica looked around at the crowd with her bright purple eyes, then put her fingertips together in an odd shape and gave her a toast.

"It's me, Pratica-Ger-Armaya. I am strongly grateful for your sudden offer and acceptance tonight. Thank you for your inconvenience."

I guess Tapas had already told me what was going on. People were even exasperating their curiosity and testing Platica's appearance.

"Thank you for saying hello. … Now let's begin our regular meeting"

By the progression of the tapas, the regular meeting proceeded inconveniently.

He hasn't had any major incidents at this time, as his feet are calm. In the meantime, he sat down a bit and talked about a project involving Turan.

"As you all know, the people of the North, who were working in Turan, are due to be delivered to Jagal shortly. After that, we will welcome new inhabitants to Turan... but I wonder if there will be any small impact on our lives as well"

"Hmm? For example, what influence?

Lema-Gate, a well-fattened mistress, gives an even grumpy voice. Unfortunately, Tapas turned to you.

"For example, with regard to ingredients. Until now, the people of the north have been feeding on the extra ingredients to be served from the castle town. It was left on the verge of rotting, like meat, vegetables and caron milk. If that replaces the new inhabitants, they will be able to buy meat and vegetables just like us. In anticipation of that, of course, the fields are spread out in Dalaim, and we should be able to increase the amount of ingredients we can buy from the extra territory… but let's still see some confusion until the situation settles down"

"That means you might run out of meat and vegetables? That's annoying!

"The nobles of Genos are also doing their best not to do so. However, if we welcome people from hundreds of people, we will have to consider unforeseen circumstances."

"Hmm! Is it that convenient to gather new inhabitants in the first place? You're human, aren't you growing out of the ground?

"From what I've heard, you don't seem to have any great anxiety. We have been turning our touches to nearby territory since last year, so hopeful people are gathering steadily. Some of them seem to be examples of village residents hoping to migrate as a whole. It's easier to be a Turan than to live in a poor village frightened of bandits and such."

That's how Tapas, who is deeply close to the aristocracy, also seemed to be sufficiently obsessed with such backward circumstances.

Or is it the existential significance of chambers of commerce and chairmen of chambers of commerce to make such notifications from nobles known without delay to Ichii?

"Besides, there are still a number of inhabitants in Turan. Young people are moving to this lodging town, Dareim, etc. in search of work, but old parents, etc. are still living fine in Turan. If a job is to be born in Turan, not many people will think about going back to their parents. And it seems to me that the impact will be on us."

"Oh, but that's what we're talking about," another husband said.

"The young man I was hiring at the store number said he wanted to go back to Turan sometime. If that happens, we'll have to find a new worker."

"Hmm. Not only do we run out of ingredients, but we're running out of people? Nothing good for us!

"No, if there are more inhabitants of Genos, that will also lead to the prosperity of the accomodation town. There are only about a field in Turan and Dareim, and we have to buy things for everyday use in the lodging town."

"What you get from that is a pot shop, a fabric shop, a craftsman, right? It won't matter to us at the inn."

"If that's how the nostalgia of the inhabitants moistens, wouldn't it also involve the sale of stalls and canteens? Not many people rely on stalls, especially for daytime meals."

Tapas smiled, looking only calm.

"Shall we now move on to the business of stalls? Naudis from" The Great Tree Pavilion in the South "says you have a suggestion."

"Yes, sir. I am not the founder, but let me speak first of all in this room."

With that said, Naudis has been eyeing us better.

A few days ago, we had a case brought before Naudis. It's time to talk about it.

"During Easter, we were just in the middle of the outdoor area, serving food stalls. In serving Gibba's dishes, we thought it might be easier to catch the attention of the guests than to scatter them all over the place, and so a number of inns were able to hold hands."

"Hmm. We didn't handle Giva food."

"You did," Naudis smiled calmly as Lema-Gate raised her dissatisfied voice. I guess your husbands are also completely accustomed to these temperaments of Lema-Gate.

"Whatever it was, it seems like the way it was done at Easter was working. Everyone will admit that it was so busy that the people by the woods were unbeatable to the area at the north end where the stalls were served. I didn't keep this in the Easter period, and I thought I'd try that from time to time... so I got a voice like that."

"What, what? The Easter period is so busy, we just stopped by to stand out, didn't we? Why do you always have to line up with commercial enemies?

"After all, it was seen as a need to catch the customer's attention from time to time."

Grabbing a rich jawbeard, Naudis overlaid the words that way.

"The Easter period never knocked out a lot of sales in every inn stall. After Easter, however, it seems that the customer's legs have stopped…"

"Amen? When Easter is over, it's only natural that your feet should fall."

"No, the Easter period is more than double the length of the guests' feet, but after Easter, the guests' feet have fallen to less than half."

Rema-Gate has twisted us with a slight eye as he looks more and more grumpy.

"Is he talking about winning one of the people by the woods? Damn, that's pathetic!

"There were only stalls in me and in your inn during Easter. There was no such thing as knowing."

That said, Naudis smiled.

"But it won't be hard to imagine. If you head to the north end of the outdoor area, you'll be able to mouth as many delicious Giva dishes as you want in the stalls of people by the woods. On that road, where I saw a pompous and culinary stall, it wouldn't attract much interest. So we were driven by the need to attract more customers' attention."

"... I mean, are we talking about the innkeepers going up against the woodland guys in total?

Rema-Gate's eyes glistened.

Naudis smiles the same way.

"So at the same time you cut sneezing with the forest people, you learn how to do it with the forest people. The folks at Moribe have been trying to prove how effective it is to put food stalls together in one place in the last year or so. If we should also be apprenticing it, it seems we have come to such a conclusion."

"Hmm. I've been talking like other HRs since earlier, and you didn't stall out after Easter in the first place, did you? And why are you doing this?"

"Unfortunately, it seems that it was my inn stall that made me the most likely seller of Giva food in the central district. So you've been assigned the partitioner this time."

Saying it that way, Naudis has seen us again. I'll try to sneak a smile back at you, too.

Naudis, who had been taken up by the partitioner of the project this time, had revealed everything in advance, mindful that he should also speak to the people by the woods.

Of course, there couldn't have been any disagreement on our part. In the first place, we were not in a position to raise objections or anything else, and incidences are where we want to be. To make the "gastronomic town" that Polearth dreamed of come true, it should have been necessary for the innkeepers to get excited, too.

"So far, there will be five lodgings expressing endorsement. I would like to call on you to participate in the stalls dealing with the food you eat anyway, not just Giva dishes, whether it's Caron dishes or sweet treats...... How about Alou's Stuff Pavilion?

"Hmm. We need extra manpower and underneath prep to get out the stall. Whether or not you can make money from it… it sounds like a fun battle"

Lema-Gate smiled as he rocked his thick cheeks.

"Fine, I'll stall you out, too. Of course, you'll get it out too, won't you?

"Yes, sir. At the time you took on the partitioner, I was ready. … the rainy season will be at the end of the tea month, so first of all, this month will be a battle."

At the other table, some of your husbands faded. After all, in every inn, the stall business would have forced a struggle. Because Easter had shown so much buzz, I should have felt sorry for the difference.

(For us, I know it's a situation where a powerful rival emerges... but that's kind of exciting)

When I was thinking that way, Naudis turned his gaze to the right hand side. Nails and zises were on your table.

"How about" Xuanrong Pavilion "and" Rumlia's Tundo Pavilion "? As for the customers of the east, they have a reputation for dividing their popularity there."

"That's right. If only I could get some manpower, I'd like to join you... but it's like shielding people by the woods, and I'm just a little distracted."

Giese said so, smiling loosely on the shallow, thin surface. Drawing the blood of the east, she is the old mistress. On behalf of the people of the woods, I asked them to answer, "This is outrageous."

"I'm not doing anything against reason, so don't bother. Besides, we'd be delighted if you served so many different Giva dishes in your hands."

"Really? Well, let me think about it with my back."

Instead of Giese smiling calmly, Nair maintains his predetermined faceless expression.

"I have never had a stall in the first place, nor am I going to increase my manpower. For a while, I'd like to keep you still."

"That's unfortunate. … What about Tanto's Grace Pavilion?

"Of course, I'll join you. Caron cuisine will dominate this dish, but you will also be given the role of spreading Gerd's ingredients to Inn Town in the future."

And then from the table right next to us, he said, "Uh?" A dissatisfied voice was raised. The Lord of the Voice is Yumi, who was speaking to his neighbor Samus.

"You think you're leaving the stall until we do? If I'd left the stall every day, it wouldn't have been my day off!

"You'd be eighteen, too, wouldn't you? Think about making more money than playing."

Sams, on the strong side, slightly poked Yumi's head as he looked so nasty. Yumi said, "Yikes!" and flutter his cheeks.

"If you were stalling me in your manners, you wouldn't be able to go get Asta and the others to cook.... then at least Asta and the rest of the stalls are going to get sloppy!

"Don't talk like that later. Well, then, you're a dowry. We're still ahead of you."

"Well, that doesn't matter -!

And where Yumi blushed, Milan-Math on the top of the Buddha raised his hand.

"That's just a story about people who want to come together, isn't it? Or are we talking about getting our stall out there, too?

"Of course, you'll be free to go where you want to stall. If you force it in the Chamber of Commerce, it won't make sense."

"Hmm. Well, good luck with that."

Milan-Math, also on the back of the chair, breathed relieved.

That's how you notice my gaze, it just happens to frown.

"What? When it comes to stall commerce, I'll leave it to the Lars. That's not what I found out."

"Yes, I would be happy to do business with you in the future"

I smiled and answered like that, then looked back at the Raina-Lou's.

"I knew it was passed unanimously. We need to get our feelings together."

"Yes, I want to make delicious dishes so the innkeepers can't beat me"

Raina-Lou also smiled with a fighting face.

The stronger the competition, the more exciting is the people by the woods. Also, if it was our presence that aroused the innkeepers, this would be the healthy synergy. It would have been the main hope if we had been able to boost each other in this way and busy the Inn Town with more delicious dishes.