The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"There's no money in this neighborhood. There aren't many people, and what can I do to get the Duke's property?”

"He knows one thing and he doesn't know the other. There are only a few people, but there are many treasures in the mountains. But it's a mountain animal, and it's a rough terrain to sneak up from outside."

"But the way in was a very deep mountain, not just a single train and a winding road."

"You can swear at the king in front of the people here, but if you swear at the Duke of Tristane, you'll be buried in the night. There's no industry, so the lord didn't even trade land. Most of the land is still the Duke's estate, and he has been held in high esteem for generations.”

Essentially, after Leonid I, all the land in Albion belonged to the king and his retainers. After a while, the family's price was cut off, and it was recovered to the royal family, or the lord sold the land to a businessman or a farm owner, creating a private property.

'But it's still a thousand years ago. But Young-joo has a generous policy toward Young-min.’

Clay saw the food on the plate with new eyes.

The lamb meat meat balls, which were minced brown onions to enhance the texture, were covered with Qmin and Caraway Seed, and the beef baked in the oven was covered with light paprika powder and allspies.

The recipes were simple and pleasant, but they spared no expensive spices.

"Somehow, even though it was such a simple pub attached to such a small hotel, I thought that each food had a good sense of spice coming from the Americas."

"Hey, you're a smart friend. That's right. Even though the port of Zecabre is frozen now, trade ships come in line from spring. You can say that the heavens and the earth have opened thanks to the direct launch of merchant ships 25 years ago from Zecavre to Kolphos and Northos."

'Is this Asher? Oh, that's great.’

There seemed to be no place in the world, at least not in the reach of Gideon Asher.

The cello was delighted.

"Wow, my God. Your father was a great man."

Mietzs was simply frightened to fall off his chair, and he opened Clayo's eyes.

"What? Are you the master of Asher? I hear you're older."

"I'm the second oldest."

Suddenly, the focus of the conversation gathered on him, and Clayo was embarrassed. In this situation, I put down the fork because I thought it would be better to eat more.

"There was a second child on Asher Street. So are you a student like those twins?"

"No, I'm the same age as Arthur."

"Higo, you're so skinny because you're so mischievous. Does the food not suit your taste?"

Mietz kicked his tongue as he watched the food that had been completely cooled on Clayo's plate.

A man named Mietz was overly interested in the welfare of children and adolescents.

In fact, Clayo, who can't say I'm not in the category of children and adolescents, only gave me a shameless answer.

"No, it's delicious."

The food was delicious, of course.

However, the problem was that the weather was cold, and the train took a long time to make my stomach sick. All the greasy meat felt stiff today.

He was generally satisfied with coming to this world, but at this moment, he feels a small sadness.

"Oh, I want some spicy, hot soup... Like seonjiguk or sundaeguk.’

In the mountains in the north, where the snowstorm was raging, it was natural to want to heat the insides with red and hot soup in this weather.

He didn't want to find kimchi all over the world, but he wanted to eat sundaeguk even if he couldn't eat kimchi.

But that can't be true.

"Then I'll have some more, leave it all behind, then. You have to eat well to grow!"

"It's kind of cold, so I'm a little sad about the food with soup."

Hearing Clayo's small voice, Mietzs jumped to his feet and shouted out loud for the owner of the pub.

"Oh, my God! My master! Stu, why are you coming out so late? Why don't you just catch a cow and a pig and make it?"

The groundcloth, with its cheeks chapped to protect the firework, suddenly popped out to the side of the bar and shouted with a voice that did not fall short of Mietz.

"Oh, how did you know? You caught a cow last night. So I don't know how fresh and delicious the blood sausage is. Now, when you taste this, you'll come back to this place.”

"What's the master's bluff? All right! Give it to me so I can taste it and judge it."

"You're such a sucker. That's it, now! Guys, come out in a lot. Both."

Tung!

Ta-da!

Inside the two sakaman iron pots, stews with red oil and black blood sausage were boiling.

Clayo sniffed loudly.

'This one!

A tremendous smell swept through the pub. Lippi and Leticia were the first to attack with a ladle in the pot.

"It smells great."

"Totally, really new flavor."

"Wow, it's too spicy. But it's delicious.”

Quickly, a spoonful of cheese popped Isiel a stew with blood sausage, and pushed the red stew away.

"You're not going to be able to do this red stew. You can't eat spicy food.”

"Thank you for letting me know."

In the head of "Jung-jin," who took the bowls in order and drank from the red stew first, 50 LED lights seemed to light up all at once.

'As expected of you!

Up to 85 percent of them tasted exactly the same, close to kimchi-jjjigae.

Looking at Clayo eating stew with the spirit of burying his head in the bowl, the chef in a crumpled apron shrugged.

"Student, isn't it delicious? Stir-fry the salted pork in cold cabbage and lard and boil it with a lot of chili. It's the representative menu of course. A bowl of it will make your whole body warm.”

"That's right. It's really delicious."

"If the pork stew is palatable, the blood sausage stew here will feel like the best part of the world. Go to bed soon."

Clayo just emptied a bowl of pork stew in a flash, unable to believe he was a glutton for food.

Underneath the stew, there was barley, so you could enjoy the taste of kimchi stew with rice.

"As you said, the stew with blood sausage is excellent."

"It's made of bones and flesh, plus bouquets, and only the clear broth. Boil it well and add garlic and sausage, and finish with chili oil and chopped pepper paste. Doesn't it make you feel better?"

Clay held the spoon and nodded violently.

"It's really impressive."

"Oh. It looks like a sandal, so I know how it tastes. Do you drink?"

When Mietzs showed interest in Clayo, Arthur, who was eating the stew, stepped in.

"Teacher, Ray, he's a heavy drinker. He's probably stronger than me. I've never seen him drunk when he's drinking so much."

"Really?"

Mietzs responded that he could not believe Clayo's thin shoulders and skinny wrists.

"Not that much, but I don't know the taste of alcohol."

"This isn't the reaction of a regular cuckoo."

A drunkard recognized a drunkard.

Clayo unintentionally found out why Arthur became a drunk at that age.

'You said you were a teacher, but I guess you didn't just teach the sword.’

"Master! That! Here's the clear wine you make only in this town!"

"The driver's vice-president said, 'Don't sell strong drinks for a while, 'cause there's a sell-off.'

"Oh, just for one day. Did I eat kalbab for a day or two? A drunkard and a loser will die even if he doesn't drink. Don't pull it out. Give it to me."

Mietz took out a 100-dinar Aurum coin from his robe pocket and slipped it into the man's front pocket, the owner and chef of the pub.

Auroom gold coins were strong.

Soon after, a large glass bottle containing transparent clear distilled liquor appeared in a bucket filled with snow. Then came the small glasses.

"Okay, good. Drink it up! Hey! You're Arthur's friend. It's not normal to look like you can't drink a drop!"

"This distilled liquor tastes so clear and neat, and it's soft for its prescription."

Cleo, who neatly emptied a small glass of glass, ate the soup of a pork stew heated by a spoon in his left hand.

'Oh, this is it.’

Clayo, who forgot all the hard work of the day, was very happy. We met like a bonus, 85 percent of Soondaeguk and Kimchi Stew. I added a similar drink to vodka, and there was a loud noise.

"In fact, soju is so sweet that I've rarely looked for a combination of stew and soju. It's been a long time since I had it, and it's a soul-sounding taste."

There's no soul food. For Koreans, red stew and clear distilled liquor were soul foods.

"That's right. The Three Lakes in the Tristane Territory are the best of the distilled spirits. Potatoes are the only things that come from this land, but they are made from clear groundwater!"

"As expected, this clear taste didn't come without reason. Thank you for letting me know about good alcohol."

"Oh, you know how to taste the pig stew, and you know how to drink it! I like Asher very much."

"I'm glad Mr. Mietzs liked it, too."

While the two, who had never met before, became friends as if they had known each other for ten years, the twins went up to the room with Isiel.

Chelsea and Arthur, who were running together, were drunk and fell asleep sitting close to each other.

Ether [hardening] was not omnipotent, so it seemed impossible to speed up metabolism or dramatically improve liver function. Drinking was a purely innate ability, as even knights could not drive away drunkenness and hangover.

Surprisingly, Clay was the strongest alcohol among them. That alone changed the name and body and changed the world, so "Jeongjin" was funny inside.

"Now that I have shared wine or behemoth and slept with a couple of glasses of whiskey or brandy, I have never been able to run like this.’

"Acer looked as weak as a fishbone walking around, but there was a twist. I didn't expect you to drink so well!"

"You don't get drunk on good alcohol."

The clear liquor, named the three lakes, was a 40-degree distilled liquor made from potatoes.

It is customary to put a bottle in a bucket full of snow, and when the snow melts, the snow could be pumped back and filled.

The colder it is, the cooler it becomes, the hotter it becomes, and when the glass is emptied at once, it scrapes down as if it shows the shape of the esophagus.

'It's just a different name, vodka.’

This cold, fiery northern liquor was perfect for its richly spicy food.

Mr. Mietz, who is sure to be a drunk more than Arthur, continued to drink with Clay and toast with a good face even after emptying a bottle of 1.5 liters.

'He's no ordinary person who drinks it like real water.'

When Kkun and Kkun recognized each other, Arthur, who was hitting his head on the table, suddenly stood up while trying to compare each other's inner workings as Kang Ho's province.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"What's wrong, Arthur?"

"Oh, oh... Master. Oh, I think I had a nightmare because I slept uncomfortably... I'm not fully sober, it's hot."

Arthur, who pushed the cello, which still couldn't hold his head, toward the wall, unbuttoned his shirt. The earlobes and cheeks were all red, and the alcohol seemed to have heated them up.

"Hey, don't take it off here. Go outside and bury your head in your eyes."

"No, it's cold...”

"You said it was cold. Why did you take off your clothes? I'm going to use ether. What's the fear of heat and cold as a chauffeur!"

"Oh, Ether, that's right. Pierce Klagen has a grayish-brown ether... Uh, it was like melted snow in the mud dug up on the wagon wheels."

Arthur, who was taking off his shirt regardless of whether his teacher stopped him or not, muttered a wrong sound with his eyes.

"Hey, don't squirm here and go up and sleep."

Mietzs, who was worried about Arthur even if he spoke harshly, sighed and approached the boy. Arthur in peacetime, who is highly vigilant, would not have allowed other people's access even while sleeping, but Mietzman was an exception and just stared at his teacher.

Mietzs, who was raising the tall, well-built boy, who still had a weak bone left, stopped moving quickly and suddenly flipped Arthur's shirt.

"…where did you get hurt? An assassin? What kind of assassin would use a sword like this?"

When Mietzs shouted, Arthur leaned from side to side like a rooster, wondering if his head was ringing. As a result, the thin single-layered shirt was scattered and the boy's upper body was completely exposed under the light.

The back and chest of the terrible sword were not fully restored by the healing magic, leaving red and swarming scars as if they had been cut by a fire knife.

The eight-level Sword Master's sword, drawn on the shallow traces of the lake, which were not suitable for the boy's age, looked miserable even though it was silent.

Clayo was also surprised.

Did Pierce Klagen hurt you during the final exam? That's how....’

At the time Pierce and Arthur were confronting each other, the world was not warped. Since then, Arthur has left in three days, so I never imagined that the wound would be that deep.

Clay's suggestion to put more healing magic on behalf of busy Jebedi, but he didn't force him to touch it anymore, which he regretted a little.

'Am I... have I been neglecting my duties?No, he's supposed to talk if he's having a hard time. He's holding it in.’

Mietzs and Clayo looked at Arthur's wounds with their respective shocks.

Arthur, who kept yawning senselessly in the midst of heavy silence, opened his eyes to see if he was feeling a little tipsy.

"Oh, what's wrong with my clothes?”

Arthur made fun of his hands and buttoned them up one by one. Holding onto Arthur's wrist, Mietzs asked in a barely repressed voice.

"I didn't teach you to turn my back on me. Who dared to do such a thing to you? Answer me, Arthur Rignan."

"Oh, the mud....”

As if teasing Mietz's seriousness, Arthur, who gave a meaningless answer, fell down again with his arm caught.

"Hey!!!"