I've been too busy recently with reversi and fried eggs.
Reversi is for those who are hungry for recreation, young and old. Of course, one or two reversi couldn't be enough, and Elman, the woodworker of the village, was forced to produce reversi in large quantities, being watched by all the villagers. The producer I was taken to Erman's house only once for explanation.
Ellman was working on reversi, leaving normal production behind. As a woodworker, I tried to ask him to make shogi, but as soon as I said that, I turned her face blue.
"If you put it out! Please spread the number of finished products! ] And I was crying with a desperate expression.
Sorry, Erman.
Already, I taught Logan, Bartolo, and people in the mansion about things, so they may be prompted.
Erman's sleepless days are likely to continue.
Thanks to Elman, the reversi tournament was held. The game is in the dining room of Seria. "Our rice and liquor sold, and I'm just happy, because my daughter seems to be going to the reversi tournament."
A bet was made on each match to determine who would win, and the first chores, then the side dishes, and then the money. Some people couldn't help but bet their heat on their bets and hit their households hard.
It is an example of Ossan (real name is Roland)
was. It's a totally helpless man. That's why it's laid on Natalie's ass.
As expected, the villagers also felt that it was a pity that the family suffered because of Ossan, or they promised light chores and luxuries, and returned the money. That's a good village.
By the way, the winner was Celia's daughter, Carla. Similar to Celia-san, she was a twelve-year-old girl with mature hair as a mackerel.
The winner was a developer who was able to be called into the cafeteria at noon later and played against me, thanks to a mysterious system that could be challenged.
I was hesitant to mess up a 12-year-old confident girl, but I also had to show myself a good place as a son of a lord because I had to show myself a variety of places, and like Elinora unnie, a victory I did it.
My technology and the future were exciting, and the cafeteria on that day was very busy.
Even if Carla loses, she says, "No, I won't lose next."
Egg fry is also very popular. I told Bartolo and sent him out so I couldn't help. With my physical strength as a four-year-old, it's hard to deal with women. However, Bartolo was resentful.
Such a thing, I've been busy recently, so I'm relaxing at home from noon today. Even if I say slowly, magical training is indispensable, so I built a house with earth magic in the morning.
Unlike the city, there are plenty of sites in the countryside, so you can afford your dream home and just 10 LDK. The garden is large. Whatever comes with the forest.
At first, it was as simple as a stone prison, but as you get used to it, you can make things as complex as a room.
Next time, build a villa-like place in your favorite place.
I'm thinking about my future plans because I'm out of magic and I'm so tired that it's slow to move.
"Ah……"
Maybe my eyes are dead now.
"..."
"Hah!"
When you look at the door of the room with your gaze, you see the maid Sarah with her upper body out of the door.
I got up in a hurry and headed to bed.
After confirming that, Sara nodded and closed the door silently and left.
Sara, what ’s my privacy?
Take a nap as it is and go to the kitchen to watch Bartolo as he is free.
You can hear whether the maid's break room near the kitchen is just a break.
"Is it? Alfleet ..."
If you don't care, go straight to Bartolo, but I'm more interested because my name appears.
`` Yeah, hey, sometimes my eyes are dead or not, I'm not a four-year-old eye. ''
"I understand, you're like a tired adult."
This voice is Mina, a maid who loves sweets.
The other is Mel, a friendly brown maid who makes friends with Mina.
"Is it okay? I guess you can use magic, too, and Alfleet thought about spaghetti, reversi and fried eggs!"
"Yes, I'm skeptical that I'm four years old, but I'd like to see more and more good things spread out in the future.
"Ah, it's true! Speaking of fried egg, if you use sugar, it tastes different and delicious again!"
"I'm still as sweet as ever. Where did you hear that?"
"Listen to Bartolo and Alfleet cooking in the kitchen."
Mel gives a stunned gaze, but Mina doesn't care and distracts her expression.
I was just listening.
After that, Elinora unnie got one from the captain of the vigilante, and Reversi said that Silvio was strong except Alfleet.
When you go to the kitchen, it seems that Bartolo is trying and mixing what to mix with the fried egg.
"Hmm? Oh, shaved?"
I like to mix nothing, but it's also good to mix with green onions, red ginger and eels.
"Are you mixing anything?"
"Oh, the spices for the seasoning can now be adjusted, so I'm thinking of mixing it with the eggs this time."
"I see, i see"
"Can you come up with something good?"
When I glanced at the kitchen, there were tomatoes and green onions.
It depends on the house, but the royal road is a leek. My old friend had tomatoes in it.
"How about chopping green onions?"
"Oh, green onion! I thought I didn't like it too. Would you like to try it?"
When you turn your arms, Bartolo will wash the leeks and chop them.
"Ah, yes. You seemed to have heard that Mina mixes eggs with the examples and it's delicious."
"What! Really!"
Do not point the kitchen knife here. I'm scared.
"That's true. Be careful not to get stuck."
"Further, divide the jar into smaller pieces and hide!"
Bartoro begins to take out the jar from under the floor. It's like a corrupt man who will be raided.
"Bartoro-san, is it true that mixing egg with sugar is delicious? But it's difficult now that sugar is low ..."
Pia, Mina.
Bartolo, for example, stopped under the floor and was desperately loaded in a vase.
"Ah ... sugar, right?"
"No, no, no, this is salt!"
"If you always use salt and sugar, do you put it in a small pot in the kitchen?"
Pia, the tone has become an excellent maid. I definitely want to hunt down Bartolo.
"Huh? No, it is."
"I'm a little rude."
Mina picks up and licks from Bartolo's vase. He relaxed his expression for a moment, but immediately became crisp.
"... I'm sugar."
"Yes"
"I think there are more. I'll look for it."
"Eh, hey! No more! No more here!"
"A place other than here ... it seems to be in my room."
"Oh, oh!"
Oh oh, Bartolo's idiot, extra stuff.
Well, I'm okay because I store sugar. All you need is space magic.
The mansion is peaceful today.