Kuishinbo Elf

◆ ◆ ◆ Makoto ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆

On the way to Casaleim, the sun also began to set, and we were to stay overnight in a village called Machiaculum. But those who dwelt there were forced to live in abject poverty.

A flat lined up or an inebriated face peeking from an abandoned house. And some are laid naked on the ground, staring at something with staring eyes.

We were wary of this unscrupulous atmosphere.

"What the hell is going on here?

The villagers are dressed in clothes full of joints, not to mention eating, just looking at the sky, which fades apathetically.

All we have seen is the Holy City of Liturgertus, and the King's City of Philimisia, and we will be shocked to recognize the current state of Machiaculum.

"Terrible..."

"They deserve it, they don't care"

Mr. Gylinkood threw up ruthless words in my whine. And he stared at the villagers looking at the impassively red-dyed sky in disgust.

"These guys are sinners. The sin of stealing a fire and fattening a private belly is heavy when the Holy City of Liturgirtus suffers the fear of devastation"

"Yeah, well, Ertina's temper spared me just going to jail, but it seemed like they were all those guys with rotten sexual roots originally, and I do this without even working every day. The hero of the tragedy."

Mr. Cuut also throws a relentless word. According to the story, Maciakrum is placed under the surveillance of the Knights from village to village.

For once, they can choose whether to labor to atone for sin and become free, or to decay here as it is.

The former comes with a three-meal snack, but there is no free time. The latter doesn't come with three meals, but they don't have to labor.

Most people in this village chose the latter and sought to survive with looted treasures.

But Mr. Ertina is not an idiot either.

All the goods ordered and looted by the Knights were confiscated and given freedom only in this village.

Of course, you can't leave the village until you've atoned for your sins, and you have to make your own food.

Unlike the Holy City of Liturgy, this place is not suitable for making crops, so most people have switched to a choice to atone for their sins.

And those who are rolling here still do not plead guilty, and thus devour inebriation.

"Most of them have already gone to Liturgy, the Holy City, to atone for their sins. These guys must be doing this until they starve to death. There's no pill to put on fools."

"You don't seem to understand that Ertina also chooses tough choices because, unlike old times, she has become a person standing up there"

It also seems to me that Mr. Geilincood and his men are pitying them while they dislike them.

And the reason I stopped here was to stay overnight and stay up to date.

We were terribly surprised to learn about Mr. Ertina's new side.

"Mr. Ertina is a rather unforgiving man."

"Yeah, I don't know... hold back where you suppress it, what you do is radical"

"Oh, yeah, I get it. There's no separation, but bad things can be broken down."

We continue through a lonely village under the guidance of Mr. Gylinkood. He bowled with a knight wrapped in armor there and was led under his guidance to the Knights Garrison.

The garrison base was a two-story wooden building, about the size of a little home center.

We are led upstairs by a knight. And they let me through to the poking room.

"I've been waiting for you, Mr. Gaylinkood"

"Long time no see, Commander Bookend"

In the decorative room, a man, who could be called a magnificent old gentleman, turned to his desk and glanced at the documents. The black sofa he sits on is rubbing all over if the season is in.

The old gentleman seems to be a very warm man, and he does not look like he would be entrusted with such a prison village.

"We are contacted by Master Ertina. No great hospitality, but take a rest."

"It helps."

Mr. Gylinkood removed his trademark black hat and paid tribute to Commander Bookend.

We couldn't hide our surprise at the fact that he would never take his hat off.

"Is Mr. Bookendo still declining Ertina's request to work in the Holy Capital?

Unlike Mr Cuut and Mr Gylinkood, I am intimately concerned about having a conversation with the Bookend Directive. Is it just a difference in character? Or, I don't know if you're really close.

But there was no doubt that the eyes of Commander Buckend had become more gentle. It's like even my granddaughter met my grandfather.

"Yeah, how many minutes, 'cause I'm old enough. I also thought about hiding, but I was wondering if I could still help you here."

"You're still early for hiding. Even if they're bad people, they're strong enough to have no hands or feet."

"No, you can't beat the year. My back hurts lately."

That's what I'm gonna do.

Mr. Cuut inflated his cheeks to separate the story. I don't think I'm convinced.

Where her story came from, Commander Buckend has spoken to us.

At that time, Mr. Cuut and Mr. Geilincood exit the room one foot away. I'm guessing you're going to leave us to Commander Buckend.

"You're the metastasizers in the dossier. I am the Commander of the Machiacrum Garrison, Bookendo su Klan. Please, let me know."

"Ah, nice to meet you. My name is Makoto."

We're going to briefly introduce ourselves, and we're going to get a few questions from Commander Bookend.

He said it was to satisfy his desire for knowledge, but was it because I was suspicious that he seemed to have other intentions?

"Well, that's an interesting story."

"Oh, really?"

I talked to Commander Buckend for not so long, but I feel doggedly tired. That seems to be the same with Shi Jun and Shi Yu.

What the Lord has asked is life on earth. Unlike Mr. Ertina, he was hardly asked about [Endless Ground].

Just one thing, they asked me about my death within [Endless Ground]. I don't know what that means, but I'm impressed he had one convincing face.

"Well, that's the end of the story. Just the right time. I'll show you to the dining room."

Commander Buckend rose from the black sofa and guided us to the dining room after hitting a ton and hips a few times.

A short walk through the humid and dim passage leads us to the canteen of the garrison base.

When I entered the room, the soothing air provided comfort for my sweaty skin. Apparently, the cooling system is in place.

"Whoa, you're here? Sit down there. I'll have dinner ready in a minute."

There was Mr. Cuut in an apron. Apparently, he was cooking a meal.

But when Mr. Cuut, who was originally half-naked, wears an apron, he just looks [naked apron] no matter how he sees it.

That was because Shi Jun and Shi Yun felt the same way and her face was red.

"I'm surprised you have a cooler."

When we got to the slightly tired table, we exhaled, and we were relaxed, and we started to laugh. The clock rain waited, just moving my mouth.

"Look at me, there's so much ice in the big tarai that I don't need it. There's a whirlpool of wind around that ice, so that's cooling the room down."

"Wow, it's true. Shi Jun, look at this."

"Whoa, are you serious? Who prepared that stuff?

Hourly rain was right, and huge ice cubes were sitting in the middle of the dining room. Around it the knights gather to cool off.

I said the wind is turning but I don't get it. I think the boulder is [Magic User].

"Oh, did Mr. Cuut make me ice cubes? Hehe, I hope it's easy to cool off when the hot girlfriend comes"

Mr. Bookendo also indulged in the chilling gentle cold air coming from the ice cubes. After all, no one can make ice cubes so far.

'Cause the cunt guy's hot.'

Mr. Gylinkood, with an oversized bowl there, came dressed hot and bitter as usual. I wish I could take off my black coat because I'm already on base.

"Look, it's dinner. [Ramen salad] They say. I hear Cute taught the Virgin (Holly Lady) how to make it."

When he placed the bowl on the table, he immediately returned to the cooking place.

[Ramen salad], which became a pile in an oversized bowl placed on the table, boasts its existence just to say how it is. I feel like I've seen it, like ten servings.

Yellow noodles are accompanied by finely chopped lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, kaiwale radishes, sprouts and light-baked eggs.

And the ramen has a [thick fried] presence for some reason instead of the accompanying char siu. Probably Mr. Cuut's arrangement.

Is the sauce that is hung sesame? Aromatic and intense aroma tickles the nasal cavity and revitalizes the stomach.

"Kiyon, are you all set? [Ramen salad] is easy because you just need to boil the noodles."

Mr. Cuut came back wiping his hands with a towel. And take a seat while you're in an apron.

Shortly after that, Mr. Gailincood brought a plate and chopsticks for the number of people, as well as a fork.

The chopsticks seem to be for Mr. Cuut and us, and the fork is for himself and for the Bookend command.

"Well, let's eat. Serve ~ su"

From there it turned into a mysterious battle. It was turned into a war over [ramen salad].

Mr. Gylinkood stops Mr. Cuut from plotting to ensure thick fried chopsticks and forks that mess up in one bowl first.

Shi Jun tries to ensure all the noodles by ignoring the other ingredients cancer.

That is disrupted by the skill of "Break Eye" when it comes to time rain.

"Bass!

Duh.

"Megah! Mehhh! Ahhh..."

"Wow. You didn't get lost at all."

Shi Jun's eyes were thrust with his fingers. If this is decided, the target will have an extreme loss of hitting power for a while, but it is never a skill used against an ally.

I mean... I'm scared, time rain.

"I'll do it, Mr. Time Rain. We are impressed by your unmistakable behavior."

"Thank you, Commander Bookend"

Commander Buckend behaves gently, but the amount of two servings is already served in a balanced manner on his plate.

I don't know when I secured it. Not so long ago, because his actions were promptly over. I think he's probably too.

"Kio-hoo! Kio-hoo!

"Yeah, don't ring. 'Cause I'm gonna do a thick fry."

Mr. Cuut stretched out his chopsticks first, but wasn't a good place to go from there. She was too rough.

The chopsticks to be stretched are cut off to the skies, and the thick fried dishes targeted disappear in front of you. Her plate had no thick fried noodles, just a salad served.

"Damn, dammit, dammit, I thought the thick fried ramen salad would be done!

"From the beginning, I should have split it up individually."

Mr Gylinkood is right. But Mr. Cuut complained as he nodded his eyes.

"It was a pain in the ass"

"You deserve it."

Kyu, she rang, chewed on the thick fried dish offered in mercy to Mr. Gailincood. I think she's a cash thing to smile at right away.

In the end, I succeeded in securing a serving of ramen salad. Also, time rain ensures two servings. Shi Jun has secured three servings.

Mr. Gylinkood serves two people. In other words, Mr. Cuut could only take less than one serving.

"Never mind, Makoto. Cute is a snack just for the eyes to go. If you eat salad and thick fried, you'll be full."

I've seen my gaze. Mr. Geylinkood has told me not to worry about it. Mr. Cuut complains when he hears that.

"Where's my snack? Kefu."

"Well said."

Much out of sight, she seems to have become full with a piece of thick fried chicken and a salad. It is very different from Mr. Ertina.

"Gigi... that's all I eat, but what's that style?"

Time rain throws a jealously burning gaze at Mr. Cuut. Mr. Cuut's style was outstanding and he boasted a volume that he did not consider to be a very snack. Hourly rain doesn't seem to convince me of that.

They say the clock rain will stick around your stomach when you eat it. That is all the more factor that leaves her to the flames of jealousy.

Let's eat faster than that. I'm hungry. I've been working out my body lately, and I'm very hungry.

"I'll have it."

I carried the noodles into my mouth. Soothing and pleasant noodles, sesame seeds tangled with it fill the mouth with happiness. Sesame flavors increase your swelling appetite the more you chew the noodles.

The vegetables that solidify their sides delight their teeth with a shaky texture. The sourness of tomatoes is ideal for relieving hardened sesame flavors.

I was disappointed that it was deep-fried at first, but when I tried it it, it suits me surprisingly. Great for chopsticks and mouth repair. It is also voluminous enough and accumulating in the stomach is a contract. Plus, it's delicious even if it's cold.

Also, it is highly appreciated whether it is Mr. Cuut's obsession or whether it is lightly broiled.

After all, I'm Japanese, and the moment I think about it is when all the ingredients are blended together in my mouth. I even remember being impressed by the fact that all ingredients tie together to create a flavour called ramen salad.

"Huh, nice to meet you"

I would like to thank Mr. Cuut for a thorough meal. [M]

"Kiyu, presumably a snail"

I was tempted to feel something for Mr. Cute, who responded with a full smile to my gratitude.