The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

The Earl of Hartwig suggests accompanying him in order to avoid any hassle. There was no reason to say no, so I decided to take the generosity (like this).

That's why I decided to run our carriage so that it would line up next to my uncle's carriage, but on the road, it was fitted all the way to chess. Well, it was definitely shabby and a good free time.

"Gray, I see you."

That's what they report to me when Aquid, who was riding horseback outside, jumps in the carriage in a light step.

"Okay."

Out of the carriage, a huge wall of castles spread across the distance.

"Well, that's the biggest commercial city in the empire - Sutherland."

If Straheim is the paradise of the adventurers, Sutherland is the utopia of the merchants. It is also one of the leading commercial cities in the world and has a central commercial guild parliament hall where heads of national commercial guilds gather.

Originally, commercial guilds have a history of spreading to the world, starting with the Empire. Therefore, although the guild headquarters is still in Teito, the heads of commercial guilds in various countries showed difficulty in staying in Teito for a long period of time, so it seems the usual practice for meetings to take place in this Sutherland.

In a recent letter, Rhina plans to move from headquarters to Sutherland, but due to the fierce rebellion of the luxury merchants from the Imperial nobility, it does not seem to carry them well inside.

In any case, I have no objection that this Sutherland is the most important base. If this city of Sutherland becomes a battlefield, it means the virtual loss of imperial authority. At least the empire's voice in commercial guilds decreases significantly.

"Wow, that's big."

"Uhm, it's big!

Riding himself out of the curtains of the carriage, Karla and Drahachi cheer.

"Master Gray, where will you go first when you arrive?

Satella takes the parchment and pen out of the bag.

"For starters, I guess registration at the Imperial Expeditionary Army Headquarters. After that, we'll take it at the inn."

This marching order was issued to each territory by the present Emperor of the Empire - the Georg Rose Archive. We, the nobles of the outside world, are organized as Imperial Expeditionary Forces.

Unless you flee in front of an enemy, the registration of this Expeditionary Force virtually completes our obligations. Therefore, even if this registration is most important to us.

"Accepted. I'll arrange an inn for the number of people."

"Please, let's have dinner as soon as we've had the trouble."

"Be my guest."

Once gracious, Satella begins to register something. Probably practicing on our upcoming schedule at Sutherland.

"It's called Gray, it's called Satella's Lady, and hungry ghosts these days are just like this..."

While I listened to Aquid's thoughts, I turned my gaze to Sutherland, who stood far or far away.

The Imperial Expeditionary Army Headquarters was located in a huge square adjacent to the inner Sutherland castle gate.

There is discernment in the number of soldiers, etc., and they wait quite a while.

"Something's wrong."

"I'm sorry."

Carla and Drahiti vomit viciousness at the malicious glance that is directed at us.

"Leave him alone. I won't do anything."

That's all I told him, and he closed his eyelid to take a nap.

"Master Gray, please wake up"

"Hmm? Satella or did you get the inn?

"Yes, we have secured the number of people"

Satella guy, you're working faster and faster.

"Thank you."

Make a big stretch, but stretch your back.

"I need a discerning officer"

Copy that.

When he left the carriage and jumped, a dark-haired, middle-aged man with flashy clothes with an evil taste that he could see at a glance as a nobleman was standing looking at his shapely mustache.

"Answer your affiliation and number of people."

"Gray Millard, present-day contemporary of Millard territory. Number of people is 156."

The bearded man, looking at me as a delegate, giggled, laughing with his nose, like a little fool.

"The poor aristocrats on the border are easy without the pride or pride of the losing aristocrats."

I totally agree with you.

I accidentally hit the gavel (Azuchi) on a very qualified expression.

Sure, if I knew the word shame at all, I wouldn't be willing to send a twelve-year-old like me to war in our Lord's name.

"A petty hungry ghost."

When he throws up, the man with the mustache tells his men and his soldiers to discern our battalion.

"Millard territory, 156 people, confirmation complete. Just like you wait until you have your orders."

So commanded the majesty, and the man with the mustache leaves toward the next regiment.

Then, fly a Millard flag in the corner of the square, tent and instruct them to move to the inn.

All that remained in the tent were me and Aquid, and Zem, the deputy commander. Naturally, as I remained in the tent, I was violently repulsed by the satyrs, but pushed through in the form of an order.

Noble opponents carry heavy loads on the satyrs. I mean, if it wasn't me, I wouldn't be talking about it. I had to do some nasty entertainment, and it was essential that I stay in the tent.

"Are you glad we're here?

When Aquid rests his hands peeling vegetables, he hits me with such a truly unobtrusive question.

"That's a stupid question. More than that, move your hands."

This evening's dedication is a sukiyaki of wind beef. I received a piece of meat from the Earl of Hartwig, so I cooked it and danced. That mightiness of Mitsujin is something I want you to do.

Honestly, I can't deny that there aren't enough types of vegetables to put in the pan (pan). Instead, there is no tofu, no seaweed, no cabbage. I didn't say no with a proper sukiyaki or anything. Count Hartwig, who is also a gastronomer, is this sukiyaki modo, and it is unclear whether he will be satisfied, but in the first place, it is difficult to expect excessive expectations from the three boys of one of the most vulnerable aristocracy in the Empire.

Finally, I'm done cutting vegetables, so I'll get to preparing the pot at the heart.

Build a petite enclosure (all sorts) with a large kettle and charcoal flame, and place a gold net over it. Then, on that golden net, place the pan with water and start boiling the water.

In that water, seasoning is carried out with seasonings developed by the Sagami Chamber of Commerce, such as sugar, water and soy sauce, pouring vegetables and wind beef meat in and then just waiting to be completed.

"Wouldn't it smell better? McBurn?

When a blonde giant man with scratches all over his body brings more than one person with him and enters the tent, he asks for the consent of a long gentleman who, while raising such an exclamation, has produced a shapely beard behind him.

"Oh, right. Mr. Grey, tonight will be a treat."

At a glance at the gentleman, Aquid and Zem freeze.

"We're out of time. Lord Macburn Borderline."

Tailored green top and bottom garments with leather boots. And the appearance of weaving a red cloth that covers only the right shoulder feels like an elegance that we ordinary people will never hold.

He is the Sigma McBurn Border Uncle, a regional luxury male with some of the top force and economic power in the Empire.

"Medium, yummy. This is going to hold expectations."

From behind, when more than two meters of sturdy (bibbly) show up, he lowers his hips doggedly to the chair.

Long blonde hair like hyena (freckles) on the waist, which is magnificent but completely unpleasant. The clothes that were supposed to be qualitative also looked strange to him to wrap around.

As much as both uncles bring in, he's probably a good place in the empire.

Well, whoever it is, to me, it's just the same guest. I just act like the best dish I can do. Nothing changes.

"Now, about your favorite seat"

"Sit down, you lords. No shame tonight."

……

Both uncles and sturdy entourage sit back as they face each other in words that don't make them say whether they are sturdy or not.

"Aquid, Zem, give your guests vessels and chopsticks."

Confirm that the Guests are seated around the petite enclosure and instruct Aquid and Zem to give them a vessel with melted eggs and chopsticks.

I fool around with this dish, such as eating sukiyaki with a spoon or a fork. Follow the town when you enter it. Sukiyaki is still chopsticks.

I made sure I went over, and still behind my back, I looked back at Aquid and Zem standing with Bo,

"What are you bossy about? You guys sit down, too."

Instruct them to lower their hips to one seat behind several enclosures.

"Yes, no, but-"

Aquid shows his intention to reject, and the other entourages turn their blame gaze on me.

"Just sit down."

Perhaps you also remember in your refusal to allow mercenaries to be present, but pots are only meaningful if they are eaten by everyone. I'm the host. I'll have you follow my instructions tonight.

"Sir Grey won't ask once you've said it. It's pointless to refuse."

"It's..."

A brilliant, vibrantly decorated, brunette young man with beautiful blonde hair tries to speak out.

"Plus, I'm rude tonight. Sir explained that to you beforehand. And whosoever is unhappy with it shall go away from here. Or, lords, are you going to crush the face of this nonsense?

The laughter of Count Hartwigh is increased by 30%, with a thick blue muscle on his forehead.

"Such a thing"

The brunette young man closes his mouth after that.

"Pick with the chopsticks, put the contents of the pan on the egg where it was dissolved, and then eat. Okay, I'll have it!"

When palmed, the meat is taken from the pan and placed in a vessel with melted eggs, which, when added, is included in the mouth.

The unspeakable, windy beef texture that spreads across the mouth mixes sweet and spicy stock with the taste of eggs for an exquisite taste.

"Really interesting"

Blonde sturdy but unfamiliar, grab the meat with chopsticks, put it on an egg and put it in your mouth.

"Huh!!?"

He opened his eyes cuttingly, did not move one fingertip and was stiff, but immediately, in contrast to his earlier graceful attitude, when he grabbed the meat from the pan, he placed it on the egg and threw it into his mouth.

As he was taken aback, he looked at his own master, but when the brunette youths also learned and put it in his mouth, he still began to eat silently, freezing and as he was silently possessed.

So much so that, in all the enclosures, all the pot utensils that were there were clean and refreshing, they stuck in our bellies.

Now, I drink cold water to rest my swollen belly.

"It was delicious. Thank you."

No, thank you very much.

"Bad? Do you have food for this god?

When I lowered my head slightly, the beautiful blonde looked odd, and the surrounding circles slightly smiled.

Shit. The spirit of Japanese virtuosity and humility is, for the most part, not easily understood.

I was wondering how to solve a misunderstanding.

It's a social code.

Such thankful advice flies from Uncle McBurn Borderline.

"Right. It's not necessary, Gray."

"I'll mark your liver."

Again, gently bowing her head, the beautiful sturdy blonde looked seriously at my face,

"I don't think he's the same age as Ronald, even if he behaves like one."

Share your thoughts that don't make sense.

"Master Ronald is also a brilliant man, given his age. Sir Grey wondered if it was special. Nor do you consider Sir Noon a mere child."

Is this what the Earl of Hartwig calls it? Honestly, you only have chills.

"To the simple fool there, all this time, I agree. He is a monster born of our empire. Perhaps even your current impression of him will avoid underestimation."

They're unscrupulous. You want me to stop calling you like some mundane discovery creature.

Especially, Aquid, Zem, what are you guys snorting about!

"Gray, join your lord in tomorrow's meeting."

"Yes?"

To the sturdy words, in a reversed voice, listen back. It's not just me. The beautiful, sturdy blondes likewise had their eyes round. Of course. Your previous meeting is the highest decision-making meeting in the military, which brings together the executives of both the Imperial Regular Army and the Expeditionary Army, in the presence of the Emperor - Georg Rose Archive. Regardless, both uncles, who are militarily superior (immediately), refuse to take part in a meeting that is open to poor, vulnerable aristocrats like the Millard family.

"No, no, joke about it. My soldiers are only a hundred dozen."

"I mean it."

"No matter how much, you can't be admitted to being such a mess. Hey, guys?

……

I look around at my people to acknowledge my consent, but I'm obviously out of sight of everyone.

Whoa, where's the momentum just now?!? Disagree!

"I'd like you to know why I have to attend such a place."

"It is decided. 'Cause it's funny."

……

My cheeks cramp. All this time, I didn't even feel like attacking myself like that. 'Cause you will. What world has a guy in the midst of the existential crisis of his country who makes decisions about interesting and important conference attendance members?

"I did. But you look like that. It's really interesting."

"Not at all. Gray, just because I could see what you look like, wasn't this suggestion futile?

"Not at all."

You can say whatever you want. Nasty. Out of common sense.

"Are you..."

While I got a sympathetic gaze from other attendants familiar with the pointlessness of this worst arguably objection to Fujiko, I felt shitty and poured cold water down my throat.