The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"Huh, it's amazing!

Entering the great hall with the guidance of the interpreter and guide, Banjo, the first thing that jumped right into his eyes was a large chick stall like a six-step pile of pyramids.

Arranged one step at a time are things like large, metallic plates, pots, and objects that emit a red copper glow.

The large plates and kettles were finely applied with various texts, and the objects also reproduced various flora and fauna sometimes in real life, sometimes in great deformation.

The fine workmanship applied to each and every small ornament, tea utensil, incense furnace, etc. arranged on the surrounding exhibition deck is also elaborate everywhere and shines so beautifully thanks to the chandelier lights suspended from the ceiling.

Sophia, who was indulging in its beauty in front of the chick, took one more breath before raising her voice.

"I've heard rumors, but it's really spectacular how you line up like this."

"Yeah, that's exactly what it's all about."

Just like Sophia, Takumi looks at the work with a glowing look.

Nyarch, on the other hand, apparently liked the trinkets, with his face close to the exhibition deck and an inadvertent look on his face.

You got in a good mood for those three, and Banjo proudly speaks up somewhere.

"Cochilla is one of the most famous products of our Houlay country, Gozamus with“ copper craftsmanship ”. They're all Tobikiri's finest, Death!

"That technique of drawing so many landscapes with just irregular shadows, it's very wonderful. It has a very deep taste."

What was floating behind Takumi's brain was the word "loneliness”.

The elaborate copper workmanship, depicted only by the irregularities of the launch, is by no means flashy.

However, it felt as if it were an ink painting, expressed by light and shadow.

"Thank you Gozamas. Paintings of plates and kettles are painted by craftsmen in tandem, struck out one by one, and drawn by mass. It's a tough saggio."

"That's right... If the force shifts slightly, it becomes something completely different."

"Exactly, Death."

Banjo nodding at Sofia's words.

Then Nyarch, staring at the work still, turned around and raised his voice.

"Hey, I want to try to make some gnocchi too! How long will it take you to practice?

"Hmm, that must be muzzled. I was told it would take ten years to become a copper craftsman per serving, Mass."

"Huh, that's a lot..."

Knock your ears down with petans and squirt Nyarch.

Takumi puts her head in such a way that she can fool it.

"It's been ten years, finally, one serving, but I guess training will last a lifetime."

"You're right about Masa, Death! So in the Houlay Country, craftsmen who can make these things, are very much taken care of, Mass"

"So we're bringing it first as a“ famous product. "

"I just knew it, it's very uresi!! Sate, our country's technology, it's not just here. Dozo, move to the back, Kudasai."

"Ahhh! I don't know what I have this time, but everyone!

"Uh, you can't run away on your own!

I grab the root, as usual, whilst nagging the gnats that still seem to rush out.

As she narrowed her eyes to such a state of affairs between the two, Sophia also proceeded to the back of the room, honking her chest at the encounter with the unknown.

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Thereafter, the three followed Banjo's guidance and circled around the venue.

Exhibited in the Great Hall along with copper craftsmanship were cloth products, mainly baked goods and silk and cotton.

What was common to them was still "sophistication".

The bright white, matte baked goods that appear to be white magnetic are scratched with lines as thick as hair.

The large tapestry, made of cotton, was spectacularly portrayed with stories based on heritage by braiding vertically and horizontally each yarn dyed in different colors.

"But they're all brilliant. I feel something mysterious."

Takumi snorts at Sofia's words spilled into a sigh.

The unique atmosphere that emerged from these sophistications was different from the cultural style of the Tennessee nation in which the Sofias lived.

But Takumi remembered some nostalgia for this characteristic atmosphere.

It's “oriental" fun in the world you once lived in.

The atmosphere as a whole is all reminiscent of that in the East, although the air felt varies depending on the work and things, whether it is Japan, Asian countries, or sometimes the Middle East or India.

Around the great hall, Banjo leads the three of them to the small hall that separates the hallway.

As I followed behind the banjo and approached the small hall, Nyarch began to snort.

"Uh-huh? Does it smell good?

"Sure, I'd feel that way if you asked me that. What the hell is that smell...?

"Hmm, some spicey vibes, but it also feels a little smoky..."

"Guys, sharp Death! Earlier you felt the Cotto of the Houlay Country with the 'Eye', but next you felt it in a different way, Mass. Dozo, come in here."

With a confident look on his face, Banjo opens the door and leads the three of them to the small hall first.

Then the room was filled with a very pleasant fragrance, sober and somewhere sweet.

"Huh. I don't know..."

I can flaunt my face as Nyarch shrugged small fascinated by the scent.

Sophia also nodded satisfactorily as she closed her eyes and took a slow, deep breath.

"Very calming, wonderful aroma. Is this burning fragrance oil?

"Yea, in fragrance oil, Arimasen. This is who the scent is."

Banjo says so, pointing to pot-shaped ceramics with feet, placed in the front of the entrance.

A peek into its pottery, which stood up slightly to the smoke, placed a piece of wood in its center.

When Takumi saw it, she nodded and opened her mouth.

"Is this... Kagi?

"Oh, often in Gozonge! You're right, Kagi Death. It is nathemus to the liking to make the scent smoke like this in the furnace and enjoy its scent"

"I see. But this little piece of wood, it smells a lot better."

"Death is where these incense trees come from in the southern regions of the Houlay country, but the good stuff is honestly very expensive Death. Today's incense tree is an advanced thing of the type Jinkou, worth as much as this piece of demo over ten times as much gold, mass."

"Huh!? So expensive!?

"Hi. Perfume trees are made of sleeping in water and soil for years, Mass. Premium things are very rare among them, Death. Ithiban stuff in the Houlay country is nathemus to the treasure of the country"

"I see... But if you're sure about the comfort of this scent, you're convinced of it too."

Sophia, who had her eyes squeezed, was also convinced by Banjo's words. Yeah, nodding.

And as I put my face closer to the furnace again, I let my cheeks down inadvertently to the aroma of standing up.

And after enjoying the scent for a while, Banjo talks to the three of them.

"Sate, there's still a lot to feel about Gozamus. Now to Cochilla, Dozo."

"I'm excited to be next!

Sophia and Takumi nodded yeah to the nyachi that made her voice play.

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The next passenger was a private room for reception, where only guests are guided.

That room, where the sunlight plunges in through a clear glass window, is surrounded by a mild warmth that does not leave you feeling the harsh cold of winter, coupled with the soft flames of the fireplace that are causing the patch and firewood to explode.

In front of the four surrounding the table, a small orchestra by the women wrapped around the traditional costumes of the Houlay Country played a beautiful tone.

That song, which begins with bravery, gradually increases in intensity, shifts to a relaxed and beautiful melody, and even changes to a tone that makes you feel sad somewhere. And when he came back feverish, it became a fierce rhythm as if scratching in a heartbreak, and at the end of the day it was concluded with a melody that combines majesty and glamour.

When the performance is over, applause comes from no one.

It was Sophia who cut the flame of praise.

"That was a great performance. This is what you say when your heart trembles."

"Thanks Gozamas! This song played the legacy of the Founding of the Houlay Nation, I'm so glad you're happy Death...... Mass"

On behalf of the women of the orchestra, Banjo interprets their words.

Listening to the story, Takumi turned her attention to the instrument in their hands.

Then, ask questions about the instrument, which is very similar to the "trinity line” or “carnage” in your memory.

"Brilliant performance, I enjoyed it too. By the way, is that instrument still traditional in the Houlay country?

"Hi, I say 'Suchen', Mass. As you just saw, while holding these four strings down with your left hand, you pull them with a bow in your right hand, or you play them with your fingers, and you play Mass... so Death"

"I see, 'Suchen'..."

Takumi rebelled several times in her mouth the sound of Suchen and nodded roughly.

The image of the Houlai kingdom gradually emerged in Takumi as he layered various crafts, incense trees, and the tone played by this Suchen with his own memories.

When the women of the orchestra leave the room for the next performance, another woman comes to the room instead.

Banjo opened his mouth when he made sure they finished arranging what they had brought to the table.

"Sate, at the end of the day, you taste it with your tongue, Mass. When it comes to drinks in this country, coffee seems to dominate Death, but in the Houray country," Cha ", or Tae, dominates Death. Today, prepare some“ cha ”with different regions and methods of production and the sweetness that goes with it Shimacita"

"So you were full of tiny cups!

"Exactly, Death. Later, the women brought all kinds of" cha ”to Mass, so make sure to compare the drinks to the lower rhino. At first, this is Death."

Banjo pouring cha with a good but familiar hand.

“Cha”, offered in a white magnetic vessel about one turn larger than the pork mouth, shines in a red color that is so deep that the tae that is usually spoken of - what Takumi calls "darjeeling".

"This is the" Cha ”made in the southern mountain region of the Houlai Country. After processing the tea leaves, smoke them in the last tree from which the incense tree is based, apply incense and mass. What we served together was a sweet called" barfi ", which was hardened with milk and sugar in a crushed bean."

"That's interesting again. Now, hurry up..."

Takumi says so, quietly lifting the little vessel.

The fragrance emanating from the “cha” was refreshing, sweet, and faintly smoky.

After enjoying the fragrance, slowly tilt the vessel and include a beautiful red liquid in your mouth.

Then the taste, with a little tannin, but with a sense of strength, spread all over my mouth.

The scent that falls out of the nose is also richer and evokes the scent of an earlier incense tree.

Takumi reaches out to Barfi this time, savoring the long lingering finish.

When I threw a grain on a small plate into my mouth, the thick richness and sweetness pressed into my mouth all at once.

Takumi gives a surprising look at the contrast of a strong flavour that is different from the image.

"This combination is interesting. Balfi with a clear sweetness, but never lost because of the strong flavor of this“ cha ""

"Well, I'd rather have this tape with a little Balphi in my mouth, it would make me feel strange and flavorful.

"Nyarch, it tastes so good! You look like a milk tae!

"Sure, sometimes this“ cha "has plenty of milk and sugar in it, Mass. You seem to like it, Uresides."

"It tastes so good! I can't replace you. What?

"Come on, we're still going to have a lot of“ cha ”coming out..."

"Oh, it was! Then I'll ask for the next one!

"Absolutely not..."

"Ha ha, Mr. Nyarch is a Tanoshi Death. Another Dozodes until the next“ Cha ”arrives"

"You did it!! Thank you, Mr. Banjo!

"Oh, and then I had it, too?

"Of course it is. Don't hesitate, Dozo."

"Now let me sweeten your words. Thank you, Mr. Banjo."

Takumi gently offers the vessel, bowing her head slightly sorry.

The exotic little tea party was just the beginning.