Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

"Uh-huh." When I wake up and wake up my body, I'm surprised at how different it is from before.

I thought the sand bed was pretty good too, but that's only compared to sleeping on a rock. The burden on your body is completely different when it comes to bed. I never woke up on the way there, so I had a morning of refreshments. Civilization is very important.

"Morning, Yuta. You're in a good mood."

"Morning, Silfi. The bedding is comfortable and my body is so easy. It's a nice bed."

"Hehe. Really? I don't know, but if it's good for you, it's good for you."

... Spirit, huh? You said silphi or dissolve in the wind, and you don't get it.

"Yeah. Good for you. With that said, what about the Bells?

He usually greets me well.

"Oh, those kids would be exploring the outside. I couldn't wait for Yuta to wake up. I'm sorry."

It's not about Silfi apologizing, is it? Well, yesterday I looked like I was having fun in the city... watching meat and I guess I'm interested.

"Hmm? Maybe I overslept a little?

"Hmm, maybe. I was just about to wake you up because your breakfast time is almost over."

That's right. Yesterday when I got dinner and I was lying down, I immediately fell asleep. He was quite asleep. You've been asleep for over ten hours. So refreshing.

I guess I wasn't completely tired of being in a sand bed. My body's kind of light.

"The Bells will be fine, so if I don't come back after breakfast, shall I summon them?"

Head to the dining room with Silfi. I even hung a few washes in my mouth before I went to bed yesterday, but I feel like I smell garlic in my breath... I feel it myself, it's pretty nasty. Hang the wash in your mouth again. Etiquette is important.

"Morning. Did you get some sleep?

"Good morning, Mr. Martha. I was too asleep to get my breakfast."

"Haha. Well, have you slept well? If you slept well, eat well and work hard."

I get bashed in the back. Pretty painful. I'll be guided to the dining room and wait for the food to come out. They've also decided on breakfast. I wonder what comes out in the morning.

"Aye."

Don, the breakfast I put right in front of you... is meat. The meat is sitting in the middle of a plate of wood. I'm a little scared of this volume in the morning.

"Mr. Martha. This..."

"Oh, Rough Bird's Vanilla Grill"

... a little different from what I'd like to hear. All I'm trying to say is I've been wanting to ask if this volume is normal in the morning... even if I don't have to ask.

"I'll have..."

Give up asking and hit the meat in the morning. If you're an adventurer, you deserve this in the morning, I guess.

Tastes... delicious. Is vanilla basil? And the garlic works well. This inn is probably garlic for meat. Australian arm torque, seriously sucks. Tastes good, though.

"What do you say?

Martha asks intrigued. I'm the only one in the dining room, and maybe I'm free.

"It's delicious. It may have a different name, but it has a good aroma of basil and garlic, and cuts in it to make the meat easier to eat, so it's easy to eat"

"Basil or garlic?

Is the name different after all?

"Uh. That's what they said where I lived. The leaves were more like a bulb in basil, called garlic."

"Heh. It's Bapur and Garrik on this continent. So you're from another continent?

You look subtly alike. Aren't you mishearing Garrick or something? And I'm not from another continent, I'm from another world.

"Yeah, it's like that"

"That would be nice. My husband doesn't have eyes for unusual cooking stories. Why don't you let me talk to him?

I'm very welcome to get along with people who like to cook, but there are quite a few things I have to do for a while. Will you spare me some time?

"I'm not a cook, so I can't go into the details, but if that's okay with you. It's just time..."

"Haha, yeah. That'll help. Hey. Dad, come out here for a second. We can talk about other continents."

I just wanted to say I'll ask you when I have time. Mr. Martha, please, I want you to listen to me until the end of the story.

"What. What's up, Martha?"

Dosudos and old Gotsui came out of the kitchen. There's some kind of cut on my face.

"You. This customer is from another continent. You can talk about other continental dishes."

"What! That's good. Sir, let me ask you something. Do you need ale? It's a luxury."

"You. Don't start drinking in the morning."

"Really? Right. Wahaha. All right, customers, I'm gonna put some ale on tonight. So, what about the food from another continent?

Granny sitting with Dosun across from the table. Perhaps this man is the one, Mr. Haughty Arm Torque. You and your wife are bright. Besides, they both look like the type who doesn't listen to people. Dangerous.

"I'm having trouble suddenly being told that... yes! What I'm sorry to be here is that you were skewering the stall and burning the meat with firewood. It was strange because just baking on a charcoal fire was quite different"

"Charcoal? Do you cook meat with charcoal? Is that all it takes to taste good?

Mr. Martha looks suspicious. It tastes better cooked with charcoal, doesn't it? It must have felt like far infrared was something. Maybe even firewood wouldn't do the same thing, would it? Something's making me nervous.

... but it should be okay. The Japanese have something close to faith in charcoal. That's all coal fire is. So it should be okay.

"Charcoal. Martha, I'm gonna go to the blacksmith."

Dosdos and Grandma left the inn. What's the story? No, it's nothing good, but I can't keep up with the expansion.

"Er, Mr. Martha?

"Customer, I'm sorry. Looks like I'm going to give it a try. Charcoal is mostly used in blacksmiths."

"Oh, really?"

Well, I could hear good things. I'll get the charcoal, too. But why is it that charcoal works and basil doesn't? 'Cause I told you assuming I couldn't get through because the vegetables had different names?

We talked about charcoal naturally... why don't you ask about charcoal because you think it won't work?

"Mr. Martha, can I even buy charcoal?

"Charcoal? Charcoal? Is it from home?

"Oh, no, it's fine, I was wrong"

I felt like you were a strange person and Martha saw me. But I get it. Is it the influence of language comprehension that makes sense if you think it works? If you don't think it works, you'll get the exact word to them. Could be a pretty awesome find. If you think it's all going to go through without thinking about it, then there's no problem.

I feel good about breakfast and go back to my room while I hang out with Mr. Martha's public story. But next time, let's eat at the busiest hour possible. Mr. Martha's story is as fast as a machine gun, and there's no gap between her mouth.

"Belle and the others aren't back."

"Yeah, sounds like you're having fun. Time to call it back?"

"Yeah. I'm going to the Adventurer Guild now, so I'll call it in."

We're all excited to summon the Bells. He had so much fun.

"Yu. You know, there's so much I want to eat."

"Was there a lot of food you wanted to try?

"Sooo. It's delicious."

Rayne, Tull and Tamamo nod and appeal to Bell's words. Were you touring the grocery store? Sounds like I've learned to have fun eating lately, so I guess I'm interested in a lot of things.

"After I go to the Adventurer Guild, I'm going to do some shopping, so why don't we go shopping afterwards"

"Ya-ta," "queer," "happy," "queer."

Belle and the others are joyful as they waggle. You're smiling, aren't you?

"Okay. I'm going out, then."

Deposit your keys with Mr. Martha and head to the Adventurer Guild. Bell with a snag in my head seems to be happy to report what kind of store there was. I don't know if there are too many phonetic sounds, but I know it was fun.

Rain and Tamamo work hard to teach me too, but queer and queer don't make me understand boulder. That's the easiest thing to understand about Tur's less than words.

Once inside the Adventurer's Guild, the blurring stops pitting, and Seriously, I come and look at this one. Then the hissohisso story began. Very uncomfortable.

"Hehe. Yuta, I think you've got two names."

Two names? Is that two names? That's a name for a special adventurer. Did you get two names in one day? I'm about to start a tueeeeee adventurer life.

(What are the two names?

I dive in my voice a little excited and ask Silfi. Maybe there's a hammer in there because what happened yesterday would be affecting it.

"Everyone calls you a crook. You treat a spiritual magician like an evil man who stole his entire fortune from someone who came with a toy."

(... Silfi. I know you do, but that's because it's not two names, it's a bad word)

"Pfft. Right. That could be a bad word."

Silfi, you're totally funny.

"Huh? Yutah Waguchi? Beruya Tsuke?

"queer," "tulle also on," "coo."

"Hehe. Well, if you follow me, I can prove you're not lying."

Shit. If I don't stop it, I feel very bad. Phew, I rush to speak to the motivated bells.

(Guys, you can't wear it. Don't even stir Silfi up)

Lower your voice and manage to make me think. I hope Silfi doesn't laugh either. You like Silfi a lot of rubbing, don't you? I hate war a lot. Is this a good idea? As I was calming Awa Awa and the Bells down somehow, Mr. Ertina noticed this way.

"Mr. Yuta, what's wrong?

"Good morning, Mr. Ertina. It's nothing. I'm just a little uncomfortable getting attention."

"Yesterday's events were flashy, so rumors are spreading rapidly. I'm sure you'll be noticed for a while."

Mr. Ertina taught me with a bitter laugh. Well, I can't help it. Thanks to notoriety, there should be less annoyance. I'm not wrong.

If you thought spiritualists were cool, you'd be surprised how bad your reputation was. If I had escaped yesterday, my adventurer life here would have ridden up to the reef (Aso). That's why I can't help it.

"Well, you can't help it. If you show strength, you won't have a problem. So you were meeting Gilmouth?

"You did. I'll tell you right now, please wait here."

Drop off Mr. Ertina, who is guided to the bench and goes to Gilmouth for a report. Haha. The gaze around me sticks. You can't find a favorable gaze at the moment, it's a complete heel.

What the hell is a villain like this? Either that or it's a baby face, and you want to hope they say, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

Mr. Ertina came back as he escaped reality. I hear you're meeting Gilmouth like this. That guy hated spiritualists, too, and I can't read anything about what kind of discussion that would be. I'm very anxious.