Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

"Oh! It's scalloped!"

"Oh? What is it? Is the shell so great?"

I was surprised at the scallops and Rumba came over.

It's delicious to eat scallop baked on the net with butter and soy sauce.

Oh, I regret not having soy sauce just because there is scallops.

Butter and salt alone are delicious enough, but they still want soy sauce.

If you like the scent of soy sauce on that scallop ...

"I know well. Have you ever eaten in the Imperial City? Many people are not good at shellfish, but I love them!"

Turning around the fish shop like that and asking questions about the ingredients that you know to be seaweed and turtles and unknown ingredients, it quickly passed to noon.

"Well, let's go for lunch now."

""Yes!""

We have no intuition at all. We nodded to Ilya's proposal. I feel like an elementary school excursion.

Today we only see the ingredients, but we need some preparations to leave by boat, and we will be staying here for about two days.

Even if today is crushed, there is still tomorrow. I will make my own ingredients and souvenirs tomorrow.

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It is tens of minutes to walk with Ilya.

On the street located east of the port where the ship stayed, there were many stalls lined up in a bustling atmosphere.

A variety of people, from adventurers and ordinary people, are rushing to fill their hunger after a morning's work, a traveler wearing a cloak, and an ordinary man.

A stall salesman shouts out in an attempt to attract as many hungry customers as possible.

Sounds and smells of burning meat and fish drift here and there, irritating my stomach violently.

As expected, it was a port town where a lot of fresh fish can be caught, and the menu on the stall showed variations of salt grilled fish, steak, roasted shrimp, seafood soup and varieties not seen in the royal capital.

It smells good. I wasn't very hungry until a while ago, and I came here all at once. Especially the scent of seafood that drifts constantly from before.

Ilia said a happy voice as he looked around unusually while putting up the drool.

"Oh, we're here. Here it is!"

Looking at Ilya's point, there was a square adjacent to the street.

The open space is not a gorgeous place where plants are planted, benches are set up, and fountains are located like a royal city, but it is a miscellaneous one.

A well-ventilated hut is built in the center of the square, with tables and chairs all around. Moreover, most of them were buried with people and showed a great deal of activity.

And the shops and stalls lined up so as to surround those tables, and people were constantly rushing there.

The atmosphere is as if you had come to a B-class gourmet venue.

"Yes, it's the number of people. It's like a royal festival."

"The royal capital is so busy that it's a festival every day."

Sometimes this kind of festive mood isn't bad, but the best thing to do is at Koriat Village. I would like to refrain from living in a noisy place like the royal city every day.

"Where are the trees? By the way, it's hard to find if you're so crowded."

"Everyone else is already visible!-See, over there!"

Ilya points to the central building with a smile.

When I followed Ilya's fingertips, a familiar face had gathered there.

"Oh, Alfleet is here!"

"Hey, you're done toast! Tomorrow is the start!"

"Well!"

Petrie invites us by hand, but Irvine, Malt, and Shokai employees seem to be ready. Everyone is holding their wooden mugs, with their faces tinted red.

What is toasting practice?

Well, I was preparing for the place anyway, but I couldn't wait and started filling up first.

Walk down the waves of people and tables and head to the places of the trees.

Nets and iron plates are lined up on the table, on which many seafood ingredients have already been burned with a sizzle.

"Hey, Rumba and Alfleet are in front of us!"

"Ilia is next to me."

I and Rumba sit in front of Irvine and Malt as prompted by Irvine.

I was good in front of the gorgeous Ilya and Aleucia, but I'll be patient because I'm diagonally. By the way, next to the tree, next to that is the secretary of Tory.

When a crisp secretary is in a place like barbecue like this, there is a great discomfort.

"Alfleet is orange juice!"

Irvine in front of me treats this as a child and pours orange juice into a mug.

"Hey, can you put the fruit liquor that was mischievous here and made it look like orange juice?"

I can't drink alcohol even though there is a great appetizer called seafood barbecue .... It's a good place to leave.

"Don't be stupid. If you do it so soon, you'll get angry with Aleucia. This time it's orange juice like a normal child."

I think I'll try again later. A man who can't be disciplined.

"Oh! There's a lot of ingredients I saw at the fish shop just before!"

The rumba sitting next shines his eyes and looks at the ingredients on the net.

Large scallops, clams, shrimp, turtles, white fish, etc. are on the net, and the scent of the tide is scattered around. Just a seafood barbecue. The main character was seafood and the seafood was buried on the net.

"Hey, there's no Irvine vegetables."

"Why is it a seafood barbecue?"

While there are vegetables on the women's table, what is missing here seems to be the men? That's fine, but I'd like to eat some vegetables, so I'll have it split later.

"Look at this guy!

Irvine's strong point is that it has a strong presence on an iron plate.

It's a helmet grill.

Thick fish steak is placed on the iron plate, but the giant fish head is placed in the center facing the sky.

Is this fish a tuna? It's too big and we can't eat it.

"It's a big fish! It's worth eating! Can you eat your head?"

I thought, but I thought it would be easy to see the rumba sitting next to me.

It's been a while to chat. When everyone was at the table, the tree stood up.

"Well, everyone! We aim for Kagra! I will eat and drink as much as I can to heal my tiredness and cultivate my spirit!

Men who cheer when they hear the word of the last delicate of Petrie.

How delicious is the rice you can eat without hurting your bosom.

I don't understand that feeling.

"That's it! Cheers!"

"" "Cheers!" "

Everybody sings and raises the mug to match the mug held by Petry.

A mug and a mug collide with each other and splashes of ale and red wine fly, but nobody cares. Everyone is clashing with a smile.

"Irvine, malt! Cheers!"

"Wow! Wow! That's awesome! Don't mix orange juice on purpose !?"

"Haha is a reward for trying to get me to drink seawater. Oops, malt?-Will you not have a cup with a noble like me?"

Mix the orange juice into the malt and mix the rumba with the mug normally.

Moisten the throat by immediately blowing the orange juice in the mug.

I cannot bear the refreshing sweetness and sourness unique to orange.

At the same time as I put the mug on the table, the Irvines also slammed the mug on the table.

"Daddy! It has a strange orange flavor, but don't worry!"

"I'm free! What are you drinking now?"

"A substitute!"

Irvine pours the next liquor with a mug in hand, as if they drank it all at once.

When I calmed down my throat, I immediately turned to the ingredients that were being baked on the net.

Is it scallop at first? With the aim in mind, , a tree sitting next to him came out.

"I have a wonderful gift for Alfleet!"

"Hmm? What is a wonderful gift?"

What is it? Isn't that surprising what you said this morning? What the hell are you going to do? I'm not surprised if it's a bit soft

As I was climbing high, Tory put a small vase in front of me.

"How! I got soy sauce!"

"What did you say!?"