Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Why, I..."

Since the banquet was also ready, it was shelved with regard to the tablet. Instead, there's nothing more we can do.

Do you want to use it or take it home? I'll support you, but it all depends on your real name.

Yut now faced a different problem from it and was looking down at the venue from a height.

Twenty tatami or thirty tatami, three shabu platforms are placed in a large, unwilling ballroom, fully prepared. No, the acorns are ready.

It's still early in the season, but indoors kept at constant temperatures have no inconvenience in showcasing pot dishes.

"You've made up your mind. You're gonna make Val do it?

"Val would be the greatest... in humans"

It was to take the head of the toast that Yut shook me. Minutes Though the Divine Body (Avatar) is close to torture, such as being entrusted with such a role in the gathering of gods.

Besides, I'm looking at this one with my eyes expecting interesting stories, not only from Larsia, but even from Ritna and Zeras God.

"Whatever. Just do it."

The acorn lowers the hurdle so much, wondering how the dish is.

"Right. Uh... There were all sorts of boys at Exile's old man's place - Baidis was born, the mess of the king's capital subsided, and his real name came from Earth, and we were going to have a solace and a welcoming party together."

I'm going to be jerked off - I don't say.

I won't say anything that doesn't make sense.

"Today, as rude as last time, let's have some fun with moderation"

Yut continues as he moves his eyebrows tingly in response to the word disrespect and remembers a little anxiety about the Hellenonian God, who hears it as moderation and returns to normal.

"Well, cheers!

Instead of saying I'm going to continue, I've already started feeling like I'm forced to.

"Uh. It wasn't funny at all. One more time! One more time!

"One more time!

Find Larsia and Jonah to follow and evacuate to the nearby table.

There, Valtrude to Exile and Mr. and Mrs. Sualum. Besides, there was the Hellenonian God and Ritna. Properly shuffled results, but you may be right in the sense of interacting members with thin edges.

"I don't think I was able to say it right after everything, but congratulations to both of you"

"Oh. Right. Congratulations, too."

"Uhm."

"Thank you"

The jock was just empty, so I'll pour you a beer brought in from Earth. Exiles that received it in silence were brimming with joy, although they could be seen from a closer look.

The first time Yut came here was not to avoid Larsia or Yona, but to celebrate again in this way.

"But I didn't have a gift or anything quite suddenly."

"Right. Besides..."

Earlier, there was an overwhelming act of protection from the gods. Unfortunately, Valtrude also has a rare imaginative face when it's difficult.

"No, just how you feel"

"Right. I've already got quite a few."

"So you're saying we're sorry... In the meantime, will you bring baby goods from Earth next or depending"

"Did you have that hand?"

To Yut's suggestion, a cathedral knight in a yukata (paladin) slaps his hand in a pound.

I can think of something, but it's a good idea.

Because Sualum will probably be happy, and Valtrude seems happy. It is no exaggeration to say that it has now become a name for itself at this moment.

"But is your body good?

If I say so now, but with the same feminine care, Valtrude asks Sualum.

"Yeah. Already, totally. I'm better than I was before I gave birth."

A rock giant (Jarloot), who had just become a mother, smiled at his delicately made little face compared to Exile.

Is it the protection of God, or the characteristics of the race? I don't know which one, but I think Yut would be delighted.

Such a soothing space was shattered and scattered in the next word.

I'll take care of this place.

resolutely. In an atmosphere as if to come to a meeting, the Hellenonian God declares. On your hands, "How to Make a Water Cooker" has been printed by Yut.

Praised as "ever-winning”, the goddess opens the lid of the earthen pot and gazes at the contents.

I take the stock with chicken gallows, boil the boned chicken and put it to bed for a while on a tabletop stove - it's water-cooked.

"You must not add vegetables or anything else yet. First, they say eating only this soup is the modus operandi. In doing so, shake some salt. About two drinks in this vessel."

When I say so early in the day, I pour the soup for the number of people with the balls in a small bowl like a buckwheat sauce.

"Eh. I want some Atashi meat"

"Tyrone, don't disturb order."

With Ritna's request properly shut out, the Hellenonian God distributes the soup to each person that he has poured out to exactly the same amount.

This one you're watching is harrowing, but it's not a sinister vibe... it should be.

"Now Atashi is Li T.N."

"Right. Anyway, it's not an indistinguishable child. Calm down."

minutes To the conversation between the divine bodies, the venue quiets.

It was the worst compatible. If compatibility could be quantified, it would be shaking it off negatively.

(Who, the one we did it with...)

It's not me.

The Great Mage (Arch Mage) and the Cathedral Knight converse solely by gazing at the bonds they have developed over the years, but they do not solve the problem.

And I thought Yut was quiet because Sualum baked him worthy of taking care of Exile and silently accepting it.

The soup itself tastes good.

It is easy to drink sarcastically, but the good taste of the chicken is concentrated. It doesn't even contain any utensils, but about a cup of it, if I do, I'm going to drink it up.

But I'm not comfortable.

Just happy or unhappy, it seemed only Yut and Valtrude thought so.

"Meat, after this. Looks like it would be a good idea to make something called yuzu pepper taste like medicine."

"Oh, I want to eat that stick over there"

"That's after eating meat"

A Hellenonian god who tasted the soup himself and loosened his emotional expression, but his rigour remains unchanged.

Not to mention that the flavors go hand in hand in such an atmosphere, but Exile brings the boned chicken to his mouth lavishly.

The juicy thigh plump texture, followed by a juice that burns your mouth, pours in all at once with a cold beer.

With the freshness of the pong vinegar, I think I can eat as much as I want.

"Sualum, it's delicious."

"Yes. I'm having it"

Chopsticks use forks because they are unfamiliar, but their clumsiness also leads to a helpful dining landscape.

I feel warm about what a friendly couple looks like, but unfortunately I couldn't be here forever.

"Uh. Then it's time for me to look at the other table..."

"Yut......?

Nothing, I'm not running away. I just want to make sure that there are other places that seem to be no less problematic than here.

To her fiancée with abandoned puppy-like eyes, she explains so with only her gaze and expression, and moves with a beer bottle.

It's like a prep exercise for a wedding reception.

"Atashi, I don't want udon for tightening."

"Why are we talking about tightening now? Besides, the tightening is set for cooking."

With that kind of interaction on his back, the next thing Yut went to was a table with his real name, another guest of honor.

There, Acorn was offering his guests sukiyaki in a worthy manner, like his companions.

"Hmm. Involving raw eggs is novel."

"You're in a good mood."

The god of knowledge is also pleased with the dish that involves eggs in meat cooked in cow fat even though it is a pot. Truss-Sink God is also happy, such as I will wipe the mouth of such a Zeras God.

There was also a friendly couple here.

(Well, as long as it's not going to be weird, you can do whatever you want)

It would be better if you could complete it with just two pillars, without any damage.

"I can't believe I ate raw eggs..."

"You didn't eat there, did you? It's normal."

"Yeah......?

On the other hand, it seemed like a high hurdle to Petra. While I am attracted to the fragrant smell, it is resistant to apply it to raw eggs.

"It's okay, I brought eggs from Earth, so I can eat them raw for about two weeks."

"Impossible..."

"Well, I hear you don't eat raw, except in Japan."

"Something is wrong with my master's country."

Unexpectedly, Acorn and I looked at each other.

"I can't argue with you..."

"Right. If it was the season, it could have been a set of cooked fudge pans."

"Fugu?"

"It's a fish that's very poisonous to the gut."

"Besides, different areas are poisonous depending on the type of fugue, right? So I need a special license."

"Do you manage that gut in a locked container?

"Why, get that far..."

When you ask me, I do feel like something's wrong.

"There, because there's something delicious"

Jonah, who was gripping to grab the chopsticks and eating meat almost in parallel with the table, threw up a climber-like dialogue and went back to eating again.

It was, in a way, the truth.

"Fat is delicious"

That, and it should be, meat and eggs have luxury products that are likely to go blind if acorns and real names ask about the price.

"I don't know, but expensive meat would be delicious"

And because Yut bought it with the kind of thought typical of a man's shopping, naturally, though.

But it's worth it, the meat is soft enough to melt, the eggs are thick, and the fat is sweet. The process of it slipping down your throat in unison is as artistic as it gets.

The expression doesn't change much, but watching a satisfied albino girl makes both raw eggs and fudge seem a trivial problem.

"Well, if you really can't, I have hot spring eggs too..."

"Hot springs?"

"Oh, that's half ripe."

"I'm sorry, so please"

Well, I'll get it.

Acorn would be unable to let go, and Yut stood up and moved to the kitchen. And when I get back from the dragon man woman who was here to help me with what I was looking for, I change my seat again.

(Oh, I missed meat)

I noticed, but it's late.

I was wondering if I could eat later, and Yut headed to the last table.

"Why, I'm here"

"I don't care if you ask me."

Sit next to Larsia as a matter of course, answering appropriately.

"Well, okay. More than that, Yut. You haven't had a drink, have you?

"Oh...... Until I got here, there was so much."

"I don't have a choice."

With that said, Rogue, a bandit of the meadow race (Magner), prepared several kinds of sauce on a dish and put some meat in the water and put it in Yut's dish.

"Oh. Bad."

Finally, I put it on a meal.

With the chopsticks in my hand, I tried to put the shaved meat - both the cow and the pig - in my mouth, and somehow, I was turned away from Regina and Kagra.

It hurts...... not so much, but I don't know why. And Alcia, for some reason, seems depressed.

"Master Riya, what the hell have you done?

But the cause is speculative.

"... how could I. I'm innocent."

"No, in this, I wonder if it's the most influential"

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"... Love comes in many forms"

"Yes! That, Dout!

What were they saying before Yut came? Larsia stands up - somewhat - and solicits more from the top.

"We're friends. Just a friend. Like?"

"What are you talking about?

If you don't know why, Yut puts the meat Larsia served in his mouth for now. Ponzu, sesame seeds, Chinese style and all kinds of things I don't get tired of.

"... Amaxa Yuut. Guess why you don't add more concubines and come to a conclusion that seems reasonable - there was disagreement"

But it's still basic pomegranate or sesame seeds.

If you get tired of it, it's good to mix it up. Rich sesame seeds are neutralized, and meat and rice are further advanced. It's been awhile since I've been to the Brewers Yut, but I still want to choose whether the meal suits the staple foods, not the booze.

Chew a few extra pieces of meat and vegetables slowly and swallow.

"Yes......?

The only thing that came out of my mouth, it's just that.

That's all I could say.