Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha
Episode 204: Journeys and Bad Food
All the other passengers who woke up didn't seem to know anything about the appearance of a rotten walking (zombie) or the fact that we… just Lorraine… had defeated Hilde all night.
Basically, the zombies are the undead of the immortal, but they are already dead, so there are no signs of being alive.
Being a highly-ranked adventurer even for Hilde, it's easy enough to get rid of that sign, even if it's normal, so unpretentious to the average person.
So if you try them as passengers, they were no different than the usual peaceful wild boarding houses.
Well, only you seem to have noticed, but to say the owner of a running carriage that hits such an untouched country route is something that someone with some arm's length, a strong volunteer spirit, does.
I was aware of it and if so, what was it like?
Then the carriage ran out in the dawn and reached the Inn Town just before the sun went down.
Now it's time for me and Lorraine to be relieved that we got there without any problems along the way.
I don't want to taste that kind of tension as much as I can, even though I'm not being asked to escort you.
The kind of bandits that show up on these country roads will be easy to defeat, and even if they are demons, they don't show up on the streets much, but still.
"... man, you're going to be able to sleep in bed today"
Lorraine got out of the carriage and said so.
I have been sitting on the carrier for a long time, so my body is vacillating and when I am stretching while walking, I hear a puffy sound.
The road was terrible, and it was a mess.
When this becomes a street heading west, it is not often well maintained and pebbles and the like fall on the road, making it go smoother.
Maintain our path, I suppose, but given the cost and hassle, well, it felt impossible, of course.
As much as I'd love to throw it at you for personal expenses, but I'm afraid I don't have that kind of money.
I seemed to have to give up.
"I'm more excited about eating than sleeping. The food here..."
Most of them are normal, but it is this village that gives the example delicacies.
I look forward to Lorraine's reaction...... and an unexpected dialogue comes out of her mouth.
"Oh, you did. Solest and Gettamba should have been the specialties here. I'm looking forward to that, too."
I was told.
Lorraine frowned, wondering what the mysterious word was like that magical name.
"What? You've been using this lodging town quite a bit, haven't you? The stewed egg dish of the big winter frog is the solest, and the fried roaches (Curtis Mant) are the getamba, right?
I'm going to say.
... I guess that was definitely the name.
The very existence was too shocking than the name to come out in a long time.
Anyway, the eggs of the Big Winter Frog are in a state where you can see something obnoxious inside, and the fried children of the Murder Roach (Curtis Cloak) are being transported by five or six of the same guys on the plate.
The only women who can eat that safely are residents of this lodging town, or so liver seated, and usually cannot even be included in their mouths.
But Lorraine doesn't seem to be.
"I didn't know I could look forward to that, again, much more... what..."
Lorraine speculates and says I'm cloudy.
"You think I'm eating getty stuff? Well, it's not wrong. Both of them were written in books bought at an outdoor store during this time. It's nearby and I was hoping to try it once."
When you say that, you did buy a book called "Demonic Cooking - To Eat Getestuff Delicious," this guy.
I thought I was somehow buying a book from the next to the next, regardless of its genre, to satisfy my desire for knowledge, but I didn't think I was seriously interested.
... No, it would rather be Getemono cooking for the sake of knowledge, but whatever, but maybe it feels like a batch to come.
That's the type of Lorraine is.
There's not much of a preconceived notion, for better or worse.
That's why you accepted me even when I became the Undead...
I hope you don't have to show that fraternal spirit to food.
I guess I'm okay......
I've been eating for quite some time.
I don't have a choice to tell you not to eat.
Because it does taste good.
... Shall we wait and wait for dinner?
That's what I think, and for now I'm moving on to the inn.
The inn itself seemed to have been originally arranged by your lord, and it would be fine to arrive at this time.
I mean, nothing. Most of the time I don't have a problem with every time.
Because that's all country. Around here.
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In a pot that was spilled and boiled, an egg leaped in a series covered in gel shapes.
I can see a firm, oversized octopus inside...
Solest.
In the large plate next to it, there are no more than five or six.
Two or thirty vegetarian fried roaches are piled up like mountains.
Spectacular.
It's too spectacular and full already.
Gettamba...... I don't want to get my hands on it.
Next to me like that, Lorraine usually eats in a bowl.
"What is it, Lent? You're not gonna eat?... oh wouldnt it taste good if you dont put blood on it"
Say that.
Care.
The last one whispered.
But it's not that problem, it's simply that I wasn't good at this.
There was no obvious country food so far in my hometown of Hathhaler.
Though it would also affect that there are hardly any Great Winter Frogs or Murder roaches Curtis Mant.
Eating these here is often eaten with the intention of keeping the number of those demons small, but if they weren't there originally, they wouldn't have to do that.
"... no, it's not like that. I'll eat... I'll eat..."
While I cry in my heart, I serve the eggs of a frog to an extent that I am sorry for my vessel.
It's hardened, but the oversized octopus inside still looks like it's moving.
Oh, I'm sorry, I'll take that life...
When I carry it to my mouth with that in mind, first, the jule-shaped one covering the egg touches my tongue.
I mean unusual palate, it's fluffy, and the pan stock is stained and it still tastes good.
Further prepare and recommend eating.
And when I chewed the octopus part, the tender flavor spread.
The flavor is gentle, even though it doesn't look any gentle.
The soft sweetness and the taste of the stock were just right and I could eat as much as I wanted.
... if it even looks normal.
Well, if you're vegan fried Murder roaches Curtis Mant......
Unexpectedly, the numbers are considerably lower.
It's on the same table as Lorraine and the other passengers on board, because they eat normally without screaming at the boulders.
Whenever I hear a crisp sound, oh, I think that sounds like eating roaches, but it's a natural story.
But I reach out, too.
... Roaches and eyes met. Hey......
I can't stand staring at each other in silence any more, so I put that in my mouth from the head.
And I chewed through my upper body.
Then, with a crisp, crisp feel, the refreshing taste spreads into the mouth for vegetarian frying.
I thought it was delicious...
It tasted great for booze, and in fact the Middle-aged Man and others even seemed to be drinking ale.
Tomorrow's driving, I wonder if you're okay...... but the Big Turtle is a smart guy, so he'll carry you with no problem with proper whipping.
Like that, I was rather reluctant to eat inside the first, or I was surprised, but when I was later, I no longer cared, and I could eat normally.
The next time I come back, it's going to be back to normal...
Lorraine says she wants to come back, so she'll be stopping by again on her way home.
And eat this.
I have to be ready by then.
That's what I thought.