Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic (WEB Version)

Would you have waited an hour or so? A servant and a middle-aged woman came to get us. The outfit is normal made-up clothing. What about made-up clothes for Japanese architecture?

And I knew it was a dog ear. However, it is not real.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for calling this in"

"Nanicole? Is this popular in Ende?

That said, it was the canine ear kachusha worn by the woman as well. Middle-aged, dog-eared kachusha with made-up clothes...... no, I don't want to say anything. Don't stare.

"It's not like that... No, I appreciate that you understand it as such"

You have a bad tooth cut. There seems to be something wrong. Well, he doesn't seem to like it and wear it, and I think that's his taste, so let's just say I can honestly wear it here. There is no need to create unnecessary rubbish.

Speaking of which, I feel like I've only seen dog-eared people since I walked into this mansion. Maybe they were all wearing these kachushas. Hey, is Ende's king quite a doggie? I'd be happy to be painted a dog, too, but as a king, what do you think? Don't you want to promote racial disparities and disparities?

"Uh-oh, I can't hear you."

"Peep? With your mom? A little different?"

Everyone except the natural dog-eared basil, Lily and Woo finishes wearing the dog-eared Katyusha. Hmm, that's pretty good. Every day (Avriday) Katyusha, abbreviated shrimp cutlets are also ants.

Even though Pea is a seylane, she has dog ears, which make her a kind of poorly understood organism. Looks like a demon-modified figure. She's a toddler and a dog ear in Seylane...... that's too much of an attribute.

Anya seems a little uncomfortable wearing it because it is shaped to hold down the original cat ear. But this is also for the peace of the nation, be patient for a while. Peace between the two countries rests on your canine ears. [M] Probably.

Walking down a corridor that faces the courtyard at the head of a woman or a hallway alongside a slack, I remember the illusion of coming to a luxurious hot spring inn. Maybe it's because of the slightly scented tree smell. Hey buddy, where's the big bath?

It's fresh to move around the slab hallway with your shoes on, but I feel like I'm doing something wrong. I want to take off my shoes and be a yukata and slipper. Please use Yoshihara connection or group fan pattern for yukata. Hand wipe with bean squeeze.

Now I am dressed in the formal courtesy of the Kingdom. It's a different one, the same design as the green one I wore when I was a bastard. Samantha re-tailored my clothes with the finest materials available because they were cut by the king. Considering it a haute couture of carefully selected materials, let's say it's quite a luxury item. But when I think of it as a family hand stitch, it's strange because it seems so cheap. Well, either way, I appreciate Samantha.

Everyone else looks like a matching squire. It looks like a black suit, a white shirt and a green tie around the neck. Woo is a green butterfly tie and Pea is also wearing a black vest on a green butterfly tie. It seems everyone's Thailand is green because it fits my costume. The kids feel a little cosmetic, but they're cute, so no problem. In the first place, I'm the most cosmetic one.

"This way, sir."

Having said that, it was still a hall like the Great Ballroom of the Hot Springs Inn. However, there are large tables and countless chairs lined up between the boards. You're not eating in a tatami.

Sometimes there is a western-style candlestick on the table, with half the discomfort between the interior and the conditioning. I even decorated the back floor with ink painting hanging shafts... Oh, I thought it was a cloud dragon diagram (...) diagram. Wings are growing... different worlds after all.

The deepest part of the long table, on the upper seat, sits Yobo Yobo's grandfather wank. Her hair and long stretched beard are white. I also have long eyebrows and can barely tell my face. It's somewhat like an Old English Sheepdog. Trimming and brushing are going to be hard.

This sounds like the King of Ende, Grants-Della-Endymion. It's only supposed to be seventy years ago, but you look older than you heard. I guess I had a hard time. I knew I wasn't going to be an exchanger.

Next to the king stands a middle-aged man (dog ear, after all). Does this guy have a lot of difficulty, too, with deep wrinkles carved between his brows and a thick neighborhood under his eyes? I guess the white mesh running into dark brown hair isn't putting it in style either.

"Followers, come here."

That said, the woman opens the door that leads to the next room. Exactly, a squire is present at the meeting between the Head of State and the Ambassador. Looks like a separate seat is available in the next room. Everyone moves that way except Woo and Cristella.

Cristella remains my escort. I don't think I need an escort in the first place, but they have a problem with not being there. So that's why Cristella pulled that poor lottery. Although, Christella herself was delighted with the inevitability of being with me.

It seems Woo just wanted to be beside me. It's always love.

I sit in the seat that hits Grandpa Grants across the street, and Cristella stands to its left. Isn't this the lower seat? I can't believe I thought about it, but it's just me and Grandpa Grants eating. You can't let the king sit in his seat, so this would be the right thing to do.

"I can't thank you enough for all your assistance to my country this time. I would like to thank you very much as one of you in charge of the government of the country. I'm late for my application. My name is Dawson-Mesa-Endymion. See you later. And this is our King of the United Kingdom of Ende, His Majesty the Grants-Della-Endymion. Your Majesty is old and unable to speak out loud, so I will preach your words as you pass on. Please note."

"This is polite. My name is Beat-Faith, associate baron of the Kingdom of the West Midlands. Best regards,"

Respond to that greeting. I knew Grandpa was His Majesty Grants.

Mr. Dawson sounds royal, too, that you have the Endymion surname. Maybe Grandpa Grants' son. When I look at it like that, I can't even feel the blood connection in my face.

Oh, a ten-yen bald spot near the top of my deeply lowered head. Is it stress after all? I guess you're struggling.

"We had at least the hospitality today and this seat set up, as much as you're ashamed, but as you know, our country continues to be a disaster and we can't give you much of anything. But fortunately, the city is close to the sea, so I hope you enjoy the pleasure of being captured there."

You mean the mountains and fields were hit by inago, but it didn't affect the sea? Nevertheless, it is difficult to fill all the bellies of the people with the pleasure of the sea alone. There is a limited amount of seafood that can be caught offshore, and there is a danger of large sea dwelling warcraft in the pelagic ocean.

Because seafood cannot be preserved for long periods of time in the first place, transport to mountainous areas is also a problem. After all, we need grains and legumes that can be preserved for a long time. I brought most of those things this time, too.

Furthermore, even if we manage to survive this year, that is not the solution. Locust plagues occur for several years. Large-onset inago lays eggs, hatches in the following year and occurs again in large numbers. And eat up the surroundings and lay eggs again. Repeat this for a few years.

Unless addressed, food shortages will continue next year and again next year. That would be nothing but despair for the exchangers. That would be bald.

In addition, both bred goblins. If we do not deal with it as soon as possible, the damage will continue to spread. This one needs to be dealt with faster than Inago.

They sent me to solve the problem around here, but honestly, I don't really have a hitter for the locust damage that's happened. Collect the soil around the damaged farmland and cook every egg, that's all I can think of.

Goblins may still be easier to deal with. Because the usual demons and bandit hunting guidelines will not be a problem.

I think this meeting was held to talk about the area. Lunch meeting is not a dinner meeting. All aristocratic business is a job.

Eventually, the sea delights served on plates were carried. Sour sauce salad with seaweed and boiled shrimp, seaweed with chopped vanilla scattered, boiled fish and small octopus oil, bamboo-like and seaweed-like sauce, etc. Sure, the ocean looks rich.

Ever, Grandpa Grants snaps at Mr. Dawson for something.

"His Majesty says, 'The pleasure of the sea depends on its freshness, and we would like to have it first after the stories accumulate'. Then thank you for the friendship between the two countries and the grace of the sea. Cheers."

"Cheers."

That's how Mr. Dawson puts up a glass of liquid that would probably be water. I lifted my glass to imitate it, too. It was the water that was in mine. Sometimes you say you can't drink because of your work, but you must have taken care of me because I'm a kid. Grandpa Grants has already brought the dish to his mouth as he says fugafuga.

Oh, I have chopsticks. Is this Japanese-style, different world, I don't know what that means.

Hmm, it's only close to the sea and the material is very fresh. I can't feel the crunchy texture of your makeup. The taste and saltiness of the lightly shaken algae salt adds to the sweetness.

There is a fragrant scent from the tidal juice. I guess they roast Ala once and then turn it into stock. Maybe it's a sea bream-like fish alla. The blue aroma of parsley-like vanilla is also elegant, simple salty but delicious.

This oil used to boil oil... is it olive? Looks like this country has vegetable oils that aren't palms. I definitely want this. Looks good with ketchup. Let's take it home for a souvenir. And seedlings if you can.

The green and white seaweed used in the salad looks like a fellow walnut turtle. The sweetness of the shrimp matches the acidity of the sauce with the crisp, quirky texture like a stem wasp turtle.

Unexpectedly delicious, ende cuisine. The place called Seafood Center is the same as the Long Island Mermaids, but this one feels more laborious.

When I'm eating, Grandpa Grants is talking to Fugafuga and Mr. Dawson about something. It's not eavesdropping, but let's use physical enhancement to get our ears up. Sometimes there's important information in casual conversations.

"(Dad, I made a sacana. I want onik) fugafuga"

"(Father, I'm not your dad. Please be patient with the meat for a while longer) Lord Faith, Your Majesty is very grateful that you have exorcised bandits on the road. If you ask me, you're old enough to be called an advanced adventurer already at that young age? Did you still have special training or something?

"No, I grew up on the edge, so I just got naturally..."

Hmm? What?

"(Eh, then I want manju. Omanjou!) Fugafuga"

"(I'll feed you when you're done eating your dinner, now eat your dinner) Her Majesty says he thinks of Lord Faith, young and talented, very dependable. Thank you for your help."

"... Yes, I want to do my best"

What you're talking about is completely different from what you're telling me. I mean......

"(Okay -. So, Dad, you haven't had dinner yet?) Fugafuga"

"(You must be eating now, Father) Your Majesty is very pleased."

Grandpa, I was in a mess.

You're struggling, Mr. Dawson. That would be bald.