Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

A strong spring breeze blows through the smelly countryside, shaking the washed-up monopolar hem.

Both the unscented winds of King's Landing and the tidal winds of the northern end are rural winds with a strong grass smell.

Yeah, walking with my throat squeaking, I hear a light southern accent coming from all directions.

"Shit, why am I here..."

I'm an irresistible migratory bird, a bard singing all over the land.

The bard also has a great name for singing big historical events and gathering folk songs from all over the world that tend to dissipate.....

That's what sellers and famous artists are after.

A wooden bard like me is almost like an abandoned beggar who can sing.

If you can't eat anymore, it's the next city, the next city where you'll have trouble.

Wherever you go, it's ten years early without depression.

Here in Torkhiba, I stumbled into the end of an empty ride carriage with my legs thrown out of the room by a broken up lover.

"Ahh, my butt... I'm hungry..."

At some point, I was able to travel in a carriage that used to be nothing but 32 years old.

All local children of the same age are older, and some may have grandchildren in less than a decade.

Ah, what the hell am I doing here in the country?

Close your mouth to the side with only a sigh and tongue, and stare at the street sign as you scratch the long stretched golden forehair.

It's a city with no passing hands or connections, but as a bard, nothing starts without going to a tavern.

I really wanted to rub it into the inn right away, but when I stopped moving a little bit now, I felt like something inside me was about to break.

After a short walk from the entrance to the city, I found a bottle-shaped sign, swallowed a sigh that was about to leak, and entered the tavern with one hand into my father's mechanical harp (Hardy Guardy).

"Princess of the Beautiful Centaurs, with a rigid bow from the LORD."

Listening to the city's bard singing its poor harp in the corner of the tavern, it pours in cheaper pieces of copper than any other city.

While doing so, he wrote the song in a small notebook without rest in his right hand.

Since when, it has become a habit to immediately write down what people have heard.

Collecting songs is an important task.

For a while, I will be eating with songs I brought from other places, but I would like to switch to songs that contain this information as soon as possible.

I don't care about the content of the song, beauty, freaks, laughter, great happiness, monster crusade, wisdom of life, merchant injustice.

A bard would do anything to inflate a little thing into a needle stick, try singing the same thing at a different angle, or get a little twist.

Some of them call us "Witnesses of History"... but not everyone can live by making cool songs that are remnants of history, like the love patterns of the great nobles and the activities of the great heroes.

That kind of song is supposed to be made by really powerful people... and our bard around Dosa is the subject of stories that no one else in the region loves.

There's no other love, really.

I don't really need to sing.

"The dark and dangerous underground labyrinth ♪ Ah, the shepherd tribe came forward to search for the deviant knight ♪ ♪ One big spear and one light ♪ ♪ A huge herd of ghost sparrows ♪"

Strangely cheap meat is put on the cheeks with bread, and notes are taken while pouring in with ale.

Apparently there are a lot of famous adventurers around here, and the house of Schenker seems to have power.

"Niisan, you can't see the face, can you sing?

"Huh? Ah...."

The owner of the dog bar who brought Yale's replacement pointed to the case of my mechanical harp (Hardy Guardy) and said so.

"What do you think? If there's a song from another city after the one I'm doing right now, I'd like to hear it."

"Ah, no... not today, my throat..."

I see.

I don't know why, I came here to sing, but I couldn't help it.

After all, I didn't sing until the end of the day... I sticked to the evening like I was growing roots in my seat and kept gathering information.

He then rolled into the second floor of the barracks, which the owner of the tavern introduced him to, and dived into the bed without opening the lid of the mechanical harp (Hardy Guardy).

I didn't feel like sort of organizing the information I gathered today, and I just enjoyed my soft bed for the first time in a long time.

I was sleeping and waking up, and I was blurry without going outside.

Under the windows of the room facing the boulevard, you can see a group of adventurers with spears walking gently with a horseless carriage.

I wonder if the peasants have left yet, but only adventurers and cargo haulers cross paths.

He sat on the chair staring down, without drinking water or smoking.

Nor does my right hand, which should have always moved on its own on the notebook, seem to be moving today.

After all, he didn't touch the mechanical instrument that day, paid another day for the reception at the inn, and then dived back into the bed.

Behind your ears, "What do you really want to sing!? The woman who broke up called out.

After spending two days in bed, I stopped touching the violin.

Like the woman I've been with for three years said, there's nothing I want to sing.

Now I don't want to touch the music anymore.

I wasn't as interested in other people as I wanted to sing.

Only the joy of singing and entertaining people should have supported me, but at some point, it even seemed to have fallen somewhere.

Guu, my stomach is ringing.

I haven't eaten all day, so you're hungry.

I paid for another day at the reception and then asked about the recommended restaurant.

Recommended, next door udon shop?

Udon noodles?

"Along with Peperoncino, it's our specialty."

"Ah, Peperoncino has heard of long dishes, right?

Yes, the udon is a long dish too.

Eating local specialties is important.

As the receptionist told me, I left the inn and entered the shop on my right.

"Welcome, please!

The owner of the shop who mowed his side hair sat at the table and looked around, but only the letter "udon" and the amount on the wall.

Apparently, this is a speciality restaurant for udon.

"Stay!

Because there was only one dish, I cooked it on my own.

A pure white scallop sunk in an amber soup filled with vessels.

I wrapped it in a fork and pulled it up, and it was as long as a thread.

How am I supposed to eat this?

I've eaten weird local dishes many times, but this is the first time I've eaten a local dish that I don't know how to eat.

In the meantime, it is carried to the mouth as it is, but it is difficult to eat most of it as it jumps out of the mouth.

"This is your first time using udon noodles.

"Ah, ahh...."

As I noticed, the shopkeeper was standing behind me with his arms around his back.

"Udon noodles don't come, just sip."

As the owner said so, he protruded his frowned lips and drew his two fingers closer to his mouth.

I don't care if he sips me....

"Try, like this, woosh, suck the straw."

"Okay, I got it...."

Not because the shopkeeper pressured me to approach my face with my lips out, but I swallowed the udon again with a fork and inhaled it into my mouth to inhale the straw.

The udon noodles that come into your mouth are slightly fishy with a smooth texture.

"Sip and eat, and the soup will get tangled up, right?

Dashi, is this fish?

"Yes! I'm taking the stock from the dried gecko, it tastes like dyeing."

Hee ~

It's not a snack, but it tastes delicious and gentle.

I was not used to the way I sipped, but I slowly got a cup of it, and I went straight to the city.

I felt a little better when I was depressed because I ate dinner.

I still have a little more money.

It won't be too late to think about tomorrow, even when you look around the city you're going to live in.

I walked around till sunset and the city turned bright red, but the city of Torkhiba was a weird place in Chighhag.

Some adventurers are equipped with state-of-the-art equipment that makes them suspicious of military outcasts, even though the people in the city are wearing clothes that are three weeks behind the fashion of King's Landing.

In the playhouse, the show that I saw two years ago in the western city is played as a new piece, but there are mountains of dishes that I have never seen before, and baseball is a popular game.

Even the instruments used by bards and bands are true. In the west, six-string harps (guitars), which were still only distributed on a small scale, appear to be produced on a smaller scale than in circulation here.

Certainly a rural town inhabited by farmers in the Temple Barn, but some cultures are strangely sophisticated.

That means that if there are many merchants visiting the world's wheat shops, the influx of culture will be correspondingly intense.....

"Mm."

Ugh, my stomach is ringing.

When I thought about it, I walked in the morning and I only had a full of udon in my stomach.

As I happened to be walking in a bumpy alley quite far from the main street, I got into a small, old drinking house with a nearby store.

A narrow shop with no tables and only a dozen seats, with a narrow and yellowish menu on the wall.

When I come to a new city, it's my routine to jump into a small restaurant like this.

If you eat something that people on the land usually eat, you can also understand nature and the land.

"Oh, come on, everywhere."

Ah.

When she sat down in the back seat, an aunt who seemed to be a good cook put a small bowl in front of her.

"This is your first time eating potato pork stew. I'm proud of it."

"Ah... thank you. For now, Yale."

"Yes, yes."

Within the decorative small bowl are pork and potatoes everywhere that have not been eaten much, and from there are thin slices of green onions that look like gray hair.

If you throw meat the size of your index finger earlier into your mouth, the taste of the meat will overflow with the taste of sweet juice.

It tastes nice and thick.

"Yes, Ale."

I took a breath of the brew and ordered the menu I saw from one end.

I somehow didn't want to go home, so I drank more at night, and the store was full of customers.

I'm talking to my middle-aged father sitting next to me, and I'm having a hard time drinking.

Previously, I used to take notes while listening to the person next to me at the bar, but today my right hand is still holding the liquor.

It's been a long time since I've spoken to people so easily, and it was a little fresh.

"Heh, you're from Hureiara, brother. What do you do?

"I'm looking for you."

That's not a lie.

Whether you continue as a bard or not, you have to eat.

"Well then, it's a good time, there's a lot of work going on here. The Schenkers have done a lot of work."

"I've heard a lot of names since I've been here, but what kind of house is the Schenker house? Aristocrats?"

"It's a powder shop. His son became a wizard and aristocrat, but he was such a good businessman that it would be a waste to be aristocratic. We do a lot of work for civilians."

"Oh, that's amazing."

"I've made a lot of other things to eat, peperoncino, torquiba grilled, fried noodles... ah, this wine is also a shanker."

My father shakes a glass of fruit liquor while saying that, but I can't believe it.

"Really? Isn't it too big?

"It's really big as a lie... yes, the specialty of this shop was made by Schenker."

"What's a specialty?

Udon noodles.

Udon again....

Well, eating land specialties is important.

I ordered the udon, as recommended by my neighbor's father.

If it feels like it was eaten at lunch, it would still be in my stomach.

Yes, wait ~

What appeared in front of my eyes was a cloudy juice different from what I ate during the day, and there was a lot of brown meat on the noodles.

Do you have meat udon like that?

When you sip the noodles with your mouth pointed, the wild scent comes out of your nose.

Pigs, no, pigs.

When you put your teeth in the elastic noodles, the smooth noodles dance over your tongue.

I stumbled on the vessel and sucked in the juice boldly.

Simply, this soup is incredibly delicious.

The udon noodles in the gecko juice that I ate during the day were also delicious, but I always prefer this one.

When I chewed the meat inhaled with the juice, it returned a crispy texture that was different from what I had imagined.

When you chew it, it crushes like a baked confectionery, and then it stays in your mouth without being solved.

It's strange meat.

"How about that meat?

"It feels weird."

That's the part of the flesh that's been squeezed out of the oil.

"Hee, don't squeeze it. It's so delicious."

"That's right! The meat is also a shanker...."

My neighbor's dad was still talking about something... but I was totally into udon.

After eating a bite, I can't get my left hand off the vessel.

Udon had a wonderful magic.

It is not easy to eat with a fork, and you put udon in your mouth so as to be bold.

It looks hot and burning, but it's unbearably delicious...!

Udon noodles and oil are mixed together in the mouth, and the complex texture and fragrance makes your chest feel tight.

The juice wraps everything up, and the oil cooks up with noodles without saying that I'm the main character.

And the smooth noodles will entertain me until I pass through my throat.

Udon, this is the art of making a bowl of rice.

The noodles, the juice, the ingredients, the aunt who made them, and the father next door who recommended them are all lovely.

Udon is... what a wonderful thing!

It was good ~

In front of the empty vessel without a drop of juice, such words appeared naturally.

"It was a good meal, I don't like being young."

Hey, udon is delicious.

"Do you like it?

That's right.

"The Schenker family I just told you about, there's an udon stall run by a young woman... there's no juice in the udon, so I'm going to eat it in a salty, black sauce."

"No juice? I can't imagine."

Can you say udon noodles are udon without juice?

"Udon is deep, Peperoncino is deep too ~"

Um, are there any other delicious udon restaurants?

"Oh, my God, this is the city where the noodles come from. It's full of famous shops and strange stores."

When I noticed my father saying that with a good face, my right hand naturally opened a notebook.

"Can you tell me? I want more udon."

"Huh? Yeah, that's good."

In the notebook I glanced at, the rumors I had accumulated so far and the information about the person were lined up in a narrow place.

It was a lifeline for the bard, a treasure to eat, and the song I made.

I drew a line next to the end of the treasure and wrote "udon" with a big letter under it.

It was the moment I found what I wanted to sing.

The next day, the next day, I walked around the udon shops throughout Torkhiba.

I put fried food on top, baked it, fried the udon itself, and there were amazingly many kinds of udon, and I enjoyed my tongue every day.

I wasn't just eating udon, I was looking at cooks who make the finest art udon.

Udon has a history, not so much as udon, but cooks have a history that they've walked before.

Starting a business from a housewife, changing jobs from a soldier, inheriting from a parent, rising from a slave.

I decided to collect, compile and sing all of that history.

Unlike the stories of adventures and love stories we've gathered so far, the stories of cooks' lives are plain but deep.

I was getting more and more familiar with the Udon situation in Torkhiba than anyone else.

Almost full, weekend taverns.

Men and women drink and interact with each other in a fun way, and I don't have a look at me when I'm in charge of the instrument.

I was just in the corner of the first tavern in Torkhiba.

A mechanical harp (Hardy Guardy) with wheels for pronunciation on four strings was removed from the case and seated in a ragged wooden chair.

When you slowly turn the handle while pressing the button, the wheels of the harp (Hardy Guardy) rub against the strings and the chord sounds.

Some of the drunkards glanced at us and turned around again.

"Forced army to the end of the north ♪ Re = L traveled with her companions ♪ Black water found in the north ♪ Black water made from beans ♪"

I don't know if I can sing udon or not.

This is the path I found, and no one will know where to go.

"To protect the Lord's life, take the road with your life, follow the tracks of the red train, and be covered in sand for decades."

The only thing I can tell you is that I'm singing what I really like right now.

What do you think of the guy who broke up, throwing up in ridiculous pieces....

Or will you smile at me with that smile?

Charlene, there was a sound of coins falling on the instrument case.

In the song, a caravan of the Schenkers had just met a crowd of Centaurs.