Rice for Enoch’s Second Expeditionary Unit

Lieutenant Berley and I are going to go buy a pot to use this afternoon during our expedition.

In the morning I was excited and headed to a training session for the health guards.

The training session invites the lecturer to teach the team doctor to study the latest treatments.

If you go to the lecture room, you're just a tough uncle.

Anything, the health guards carry the wounded or the medical tools, so they better be strong.

Some of them have uncles wearing magic enhancement outfits on their ears, etc. He must be a wizard who can use healing magic. They are also in a resilient shape. I guess I'm working out so I can withstand a hard expedition.

Today's training session was open to one from each unit, delegate. It will mean an elite gathering.

While I felt uncomfortable with the tingling atmosphere, when I said "Hi ~", I got all the attention at once. Standing up to the awkward atmosphere, take a seat at a desk in a row with no one at the end.

Perfect timing, the instructor's teacher came.

"Good morning, everyone"

Is it about twenty and a half? A squad doctor of a young man with glasses came.

The team doctor's name is Weltel Chocolat.

Start the lecture with a loving smile on your face.

"Today we'll talk about Embalming"

Everyone is right about what they say for the first time.

An uncle of the health guard who was sitting in front asked a question.

"Master Lecturer, what's wrong with Eunba-min?

"It's a technique of preservation, preservation, and restoration of bodies, passed down from different worlds."

A squad doctor who speaks with a constant smile. Meanwhile, the uncles of the frozen hygienists. Neither did I block the open mouth with a gentle spread.

Without even reading the air on the spot, Dr. Chocolat continues to explain.

"Survivors will be happier when the body is beautiful, too! Teach cutting-edge technology!

Even though it's your job to help save the lives of your crew, I can't believe you learned how to handle your body.

Well, this might be a fine job, too.

Dr. Chocolat opened the reference with a delightful expression.

"First, if your organs or something sticks out, store it clean and suture it. Oh, for a body, you can sew it. He's already dead."

Not all hygienists can suture wounds.

There are three classes of hygienists.

First hygienist can sew wounds.

The second hygienist is allowed to use pain medication.

The third hygienist is able to stop bleeding, disinfect and apply medicine.

I'm a third hygienist. If I have time, I study and blur that I want to raise my rank.

The Knights of the Troop will have a much higher survival rate and a much higher salary.

Dr. Chocolate didn't even care about the attitude the hygienists were pulling, and he gave a pale explanation of how to handle the body.

"First of all, I drained the blood to slow the decay - which is impossible in the field, so I'm going to hit this magic drug."

A magic medicine is dispensed to slow the decay of the body. Purple, beautiful liquid.

He's going to hit a few places in his body with this.

"If your expression is distorted into distress, massage to soothe it"

Wipe the entire body with disinfectant and repair if the clothes are torn.

Even if it is thin and pale, do you think you should hit the medicine and leave it clean?

Still, the old men were in a donned state. But as I listen to you, I start to think I'm amazing at technology.

I've heard there are a little over a hundred knights a year fighting demons and losing their lives. Sometimes you will be present at the moment of a person's life or death more than you are a health guard.

There's not much we can do without doctors.

The family will naturally be in a state of physical and mental loss. But if the deceased returns in the same way as he did in his lifetime, will he be saved a little?

That's what I thought.

Well, I don't want to embalm it.

Four hours, I was supposed to hear about the body being disposed of.

The health guard's uncles leave the lecture room with a blue face. It seems surprisingly delicate.

If I try to take a seat too, I can speak up.

"You, Fore Elf?

"Ah, yes. Yes, but."

"Oh well."

Seen seriously, wrinkles between eyebrows.

"Um, something?

"I'm interested in other species of ecology."

"I refuse"

"Though I haven't said anything yet"

I had a bad feeling about it.

But, well, I'll just listen to you for a second.

"I wish I could, but if you die on mission, would you let me dissect you?

"Excuse me, because the autopsy has an appointment"

"Huh!?

Bow down and jump out of the room.

I had a bad feeling about it. Naturally, there's no prior autopsy.

He sounds like a bad teacher, but I was wondering if it was a training session thinking about the crew, but it wasn't.

It was a meeting to talk about Dr. Chocolate's hobbies.

Please, I sincerely hoped you wouldn't get involved in this.

After that, although a little early, I decided to take a meal.

Still, he didn't seem to be on lunch break, and the dining room was full of uncles of the sanitary soldiers who attended the training sessions.

No, I don't even have their faces yet. On the contrary, it was worse than earlier.

What the hell is wrong with you?

The reason for this was to be found out immediately.

Menu of the Day ◇ All-you-can-eat Moto Stewed Fixed Bread ◇

... Yeah, I can't do this.

Although I'm not that delicate, I just saw an exquisite painting of an organ sticking out of a knight's body as a reference material earlier.

I didn't think I could even eat the stewed moths, so I turned around, turned right, and went back to the Knightshack of 2nd Squad.

There was a baked treat for the insert from Zara, so I decided to turn it around.

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In the end, I didn't know my appetite and didn't eat anything.

I was planning on going out to buy pot with Deputy Berley this afternoon, but I said I had a sudden meeting and went out.

After the meeting, we talked about going out.

While we wait for Lieutenant Berley, we fix the men's jackets.

If you go on an expedition, you'll soon be worn out, like catching clothes on branches or tearing them in battle.

It was the captain who was in the worst shape.

My body is large, so my coat is also tight.

The hem is unraveled, a number of buttons are lost, and the inner pockets are torn and unusable.

I worked hard to fix it. In the torn inner pocket, I sew a snow bear applique that Zara and I made the other day just kidding around.

If I was obsessed with sewing, it was an hour before the end of the business. So, Lieutenant Berley returns.

Squirrel, I'm sorry.

"No, you're fine."

But it's a delicate time to get to the city now.

If that's what you think, Lieutenant Berley will give you a suggestion.

"Then let's go buy a pot and go straight home"

To apologize for being late, they're going to buy me dinner.

I remembered that I hadn't eaten lunch and my tummy bug rang without reading the air.

"Yes, okay?

"Oh. I've always worked hard, so I wanted to thank you"

"I'm, like... no, I'm glad"

That's why I'm just going to go buy a pot.

I left the captain's coat on the chair.

The city was stained with sunset colors.

The people on the road are also quick to get home.

The aim is a hardware store in the mall. Looks like it's time to close soon, so I ran for it.

It was worth the run and I made it during business hours.

Ask the owner at the store to show me the pot.

"What kind of pot are you looking for?

"Um, is there a pot of woot steel?

"Unfortunately in our shop… I don't think there are any shops that deal with Wang Du's shops"

"Ya, I knew it..."

It seems that woot pots only come out in old fairy tales, and I've been told they're not real objects.

"You know very well what a woot pot is."

"Yes. Ask the merchant who was in and out of the village - now that I think about it, maybe it was a story"

"I think so," he said clearly. Embarrassing.

"If you put a lot of money in Dwarf, you might be able to make it."

"Dwarf, is it"

A dwarf is a dwarf who specializes in fine work and, like Fore Elf, lives deep in the woods. There are many people of a difficult character, and it is not uncommon to talk about adventurers visiting settlements to have weapons and protective equipment built and driven back.

Besides, Dwarves do fine work, and materials have to be sourced themselves.

There's no way I know where woot steel is.

Give up immediately.

"Now give me a light, large pan, about six servings"

"Yes, I did."

With Lieutenant Berley, I choose the pot, discussing that it's not that, it's not this either.

"Again, it would be easier for a Lislis health guard to carry around and light materials would be good"

"Isn't it better for a pot that's going to be a shield, even if it's somewhat heavy?

If you give that opinion, Lieutenant Berley said, staring at my face.

"We protect the Squirrel health guards. So you don't have to worry about that area"

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

They say "protect" directly from the front, and it lights up a bit.

Lieutenant Berley, you're a man - I thought. It's a woman, though.

I chose a copper pan with high thermal conductivity. The shop owner recommended that it be less likely to burn and shorter cooking time, so we discussed and decided.

I hold a new pot and it makes me lukewarm.

Without compromise, I'm glad I was able to thoroughly indulge. Even after closing time, thanks go to the store owner for continuing to serve our customers.

Nice shopping and my heart fills with satisfaction.

Afterwards, I went out for dinner with Lieutenant Berley.

I specialize in skewering birds and am amazed at all the uncles in the store.

"This place is delicious."

"Motsu......"

I guess it's a hot day.

I'm fine now, so I decided to eat the recommended area for Deputy Berley.

"What do you say?

The sweet spicy secret sauce-infused moth is very good with teeth.

Besides the roasted moss, the moss simmered with the vegetables also seemed like a popular menu. This is delicious again.

I usually don't drink alcohol, but I accidentally ordered it.

It's a bustling store in Waigayagaya that makes you feel like fun.

"Oh, speaking of which, Lieutenant Berley. Is Mr. Zara not good at places like this?

"No, he said he likes noisy shops."

"Really?"

"What's wrong with you?

"No, because when I asked everyone to go out before this, they reacted subtly"

"Oh well, that's..."

"Was it the wrong way to invite me?

"I don't think so..."

He cut the words along the way and slapped me on the back saying never mind.

I was wondering if Lieutenant Berley would mind if he said so, and asked for a replacement for alcohol.

Enjoyed the evening carefully.