My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I’d Open Up a Weapon Shop

After a while, Mark agreed to join us for dinner.

Even though it created an air that said, 'If you're so enthusiastically invited, you can't say no', I'm not so sweet either as to miss the flash of reaction I showed when I realized Sakura was also going to be present.

Well, in this guy's case, it's only a manifestation of oriental taste, and even if it were a man's nagi, not a sakura, he would have reacted the same way, so it's fundamentally different from the napa guys just now.

Anyway.

Sakura, who went to pick up her forgotten things, and Garnett, who headed to report to the Silver Wings Knights, wait for her to come back and then start moving to the dining room where Marida said she had looked it up.

"Oh, my God, that's happening while I'm gone. Sorry I'm late. The owner has stopped me..."

"Sorry about this one, Sakura. Forget the bag."

As far as listening to the conversations that were exchanged on the move, apparently Erica left her bag at the store where she shopped during the day, and although Sakura rushed back to pick it up, she was stopped by the store owner's lady and ate her time.

The Orientals, the inhabitants of the neighbouring continent, fall into a category that is quite rare even in the just Wang capital.

If you're a talker and a rare thing-lover, you don't have to be an oriental hobby like Mark, or you just want to talk about it here.

Walking down the boulevard that way, Marida stopped in front of a certain store.

"Here, here. Just for once, I wanted to try it in a real store."

"Uh... this store..."

The smell of exciting spices drifting outside the building.

Light sound of something burning, echoing through a window for ventilation.

An unusual store structure with a different ethnical (ethnical) atmosphere than the Oriental-style cuisine that was added to the Spring Pavilion via Sakura.

"Is that a restaurant in the South?

"Correct! Looks like we've been importing more spices from the South lately, and we're going to be able to buy cheap ingredients there in our town. So remember the flavor and think you want to go home."

Marida was also the billboard daughter of a liquor store that has been operating in town for a long time, before she was the billboard daughter of the Alliance House.

Sylvia, a family business who also handles food, agrees with Marida with an intriguing look.

"If it's a rich dish, it might go well with alcohol. It looks just right at Marida's. The smell is too strong when it comes to us, so the customer complained."

"Sylvia's place, well? So, what do you say? Can I stay here tonight?

It's a dish of a genre I haven't eaten much, but of course there's no reason to say no.

Everyone enters the store convinced and asks the clerk to show them to the available table.

"Irashayi! Come here, Dozo!

Seven lower back to the table behind the store following a woman clerk with the same brown skin as Chandler.

"Is the menu... this it? It's written properly in western... but I'm not sure about the unique noun, this"

"At times like this, you can ask for it on the course."

Garnett leans all the way from the side and begins to look through the menu I was reading.

"Then you don't know what's coming out."

"It's rare. You're here to eat. I hope so."

"Well, that's true..."

Apparently Garnett is going to be full of unknown dishes, but as far as I'm concerned, I just wanted to make a few more checks.

Experience of having been an adventurer for a long time gives me the feeling that the cuisine that comes out in a land with different cultural customs is not something that I really know what comes out of.

Nevertheless, if you think calmly, you should set up a shop on Wangdu Avenue, and as far as it flourishes a full step or so away, you should assume that nothing will come out that the Westerners (us) cannot eat.

With that in mind, Sylvia and Marida moved on and started picking out orders.

"Would you like to make this daily menu first?

"If there's anything I want to try, I'll order extra."

"Then I'm adding this medicine meal chicken grill."

It was Erica who just placed the additional order.

I dare say that I am a famous pharmacist in town around choosing to cook because I think I have used medicinal herbs.

We did everything we ordered, and we just ran out of time chatting, and the food is carried on.

The main dish looks like a thick, colorful stew divided into several small bowls.

From irritating red to green like concentrated vegetables to see.

Each small bowl seemed different in color and aroma, but it was common to be full of the smell of spices.

"How to eat... here"

Referring to the dining landscape of the surrounding guests, tear off the small bread that was served and take the stew softly and transport it to your mouth.

The exciting taste as it came from the aroma spreads over the tongue.

"... this guy tastes pretty good. If I ate it every day, my tongue would be paralyzed."

"Right. The spices are good for meat, and it's going to go well with the booze."

Garnett pinched the meat that was sinking in the red stew with bread and threw it into his mouth looking delicious.

"But if spices were so piled up, I might not have been able to eat them in a pile of gold a long time ago."

"Absolutely. The continent is united and trade with the South is stable... Your Majesty."

Sylvia and Marida, who surround the same table while we hit the tongue drums without thinking deeply, were delightfully cooking, observing the flavoring and cooking methods with interest.

And Erica is also chewing chicken sprinkled with a kind of herb like a spice, nodding so often.

"Hmm, that's awesome. How many spices are you mixing..."

"Oh, this chicken could make it right away. The flavour is intense and irritating, so the uke seems good."

"It's not a pill, it's a meal... No, Nagi said something about Yakuzen..."

Further glancing at the adjacent seat, Sakura, among other things, seemed to have cheeked defenselessly the spicy dish, rushing to include a set of white drinks in her mouth, which again round her eyes to unexpected flavors.

After that, you wanted to calm down your flipped taste, you hung out with Mark for a while before casually turning the spearhead of the story here.

"By the way, Garnett. I heard you're thinking of a new weapon, but you're gonna look at it at the weapons store in Wangdu?

"I was going to do that as an appointment. Anyway, get a sword that performs just like your current sword and ask Noir to do a magic print on the white wolf..."

Garnett wiped the inside of the empty little bowl with a slice of bread, threw it into his mouth and swallowed it down, and then told Sakura about one of the pre-rendezvous matters as well.

"Ezel's guy turned a strange mind and asked his father for his weapon's good offices or something. It's not right to fish for weapons without waiting for a reply, so we'll wait for a while."

"Ho! If Lord Brave said so much, it would be convenient! Will you show it to me too when it arrives in kind!

Sakura brightens her eyes by riding herself out to the table.

In contrast to Sylvia and the others being intrigued by the food, this one still takes an interest in weapons.

I felt wonder and peace of mind watching such a ten-colored noise.