It's all one flower.

Here.

O'Reilly stopped at the butcher's shop.

Next to and across the street is a restaurant, and the smell of meat dishes floods the aisles from the open doors.

A small blackboard is hung on the door that opens toward the inside of the shop, and the set meal contents are listed.

Every store has only Hunan signage. At the request of a freelance journalist, a young man who used a spell read out a common language.

The lake pavilion is reserved for the people of the lake, so we can't enter it.

"What is that? Is there discrimination?"

Barbatum, the former sergeant of the Army, twisted his mouth, but the spell user responded with a calm voice.

"The people of the lake need a lot of copper. Azure blue is used a lot as a seasoning.”

"Could it be that your hair isn't dyed, but the color of your copper?"

A freelance journalist looked around the narrow aisle.

There is no one else on the road, and the shop opposite the butcher's shop has a sign that says "full" right after entering. There are no green-haired customers within sight.

I was dazzled by the use of spells.

Maybe not, but did you come without looking into it?

“I saw it on the tourist information website that he wasn't in Artel's territory.”

"I'm on Lanterna Island."

"Barbadians have to do nothing to cross this island."

According to the former sergeant, the soldier who discovered the magic power turned down with a dark face.

"This is the one I got this morning." If I have free seats, I'd like ten people to eat. "

"Oh, I'm free." What is it? "

"The poison of the back and the stripes."

Oriole talks in Hunanese with the butcher shop owner, and passes the [endless bag] with [comforting enclosure] across the counter facing the aisle.

The shopkeeper retreated to the back, and a freelance journalist took the tablet and asked questions.

"Senodok is the demon beast that was in the church a while ago, right?" Oh, I heard it's poisonous, but is it edible? "

Oriole answers succinctly.

"Just the legs."

Each time a freelance journalist answers one question, he asks a number of questions early on in the arrow.

"Is it delicious? Are you going to drain the poison or something? Are the islanders eating beasts all the time?"

"The supply is unstable, so I can't eat all the time." There are not many specialty stores. "

Oriole didn't know if it was Lanterna Island alone or the city of the Nemoraris Republic, or if it was the Rubells.

The hometown village of Asaet was located in the mountains of the Oughali Mountains, and the meat of the beast was frequently brought up to the dining table. I often had exterminated beasts eaten at the base.

"It wasn't just a set meal for ten people." Here's the next bag, and here's the reward. Please do the same next time. "

"All right."

The butcher's shopkeeper handed Oriole a [Endless Bag] and a few ordinary [Endless Bags] with a nice smile. The leader of the Nemolaris Grievance Corps twisted the magic bag into his work clothes pocket.

Thank you. I'll be back when I get them.

Enter the Demon Meat Pavilion next to the Lake Pavilion.

There was a small blackboard on the chair that pushed the door, and only the dish name of the set meal was written.

The spellhead reads in Hunanese, thinks about it a little, and explains it in the common language.

”Blood demon fox leg grilled... er... foxy-looking demon beast leg flesh grilled”

Did you go hunting in Huxi?

Ensign Razzutchik turns his purest surprise to Oriole. The moderate leader of the militant guerrilla laughed in the face of a seemingly good exterminator and waved his hand in front of his chest.

"Oh dear, I can't do that with a stone." It's not me. "

”But, this means that there are people who went to Huxi region and came back alive, right?”

The spellhead pointed to the blackboard and said in Hunanese.

"I don't know either." The scootum merchant may have come to sell it, so ask the store manager. ”

Ah, I see. That's right.

The spellcaster puts his shoulders to the freelance journalist and quickly translates the treatment into common language.

The Blood Demon Naanoko is only in the Huxi region, and I've only seen it in the atlas.

The freelance journalist resumed the question when the five of them arrived at their seats.

What kind of place is the Huxi region?

"It's a land full of strong demon beasts that people can't live in." There are no towns or villages, not to mention countries. ”

Huh? Isn't there anyone who hunts demon beasts in such a place? Why?

"Maybe because the materials you can get from the demon beast are expensive..."

The doorway is narrow, but the back is surprisingly wide, with a six-seater four-table and a two-seater six-table, and there is a counter seat, which fills about half of it.

The food seems to be the only one, and everyone has the same set meal: two grilled thigh meats and salads, fish dumplings and summer vegetable soup, and big fist bread.

Four of the contractors hired by the freelance journalist sit on the same table as him, while Oriole sits with the Artelian priest, Barbatum's former sergeant, soldier, and newspaper reporter.

The food came quickly, but the table next to it only stared at Oriole and no one touched it.

While filming the video, the freelance journalist immediately puts the grilled Blood Demon Fox in his mouth. I can't imagine the taste since I'm new to the rubel, but the smell looks normal and delicious.

"Kanzi is elastic, has a strong tooth texture, and has a satisfying appetite. The taste... is the first taste, I can't think of a similar taste, but it's the taste of meat. It goes well with the spices and doesn't smell like it."

Freelance journalists often chew and take a sip, linguizing their feelings toward tablet devices.

Ensign Rubell and Ensign Razuttik heard that and put the broiled meat in their mouths. It certainly tastes like meat, but it's not like any meat I've ever eaten. The taste seems to be divided, but I didn't think the rubel was disgusting.

The first sergeant rolled a terrifying soup.

The soup is just fish and vegetables.

Oriole said that the priest and the soldier also took the bread.

Only the staff at the headquarters of the Starlight newspaper clenched their fists under the table and did not put their hands on the meal.

The priest watched the newspaper reporter carelessly, but apparently he could not find the words to hang on. When he said something, he swallowed the words and carried the bread in his mouth.

Oriole doesn't care at all, and he keeps eating more and more.

"It's easier to eat than I thought."

I see. I don't want to risk my life to win it, but it's delicious.

Lieutenant Razzutchik spoke to Ruber with an honest voice.

How about a base in the river?

Repairs are in full swing.

The voice of the next table came into my ear.