The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

Baldo pushed open both doors and entered the lodge (Ganz).

A man like my husband is carving ingredients across the counter.

I saw Baldo better, but kept working.

It's a lot more improper to welcome a knight, or nobleman.

Most importantly, they hang their swords on their hips and wear leather armor, but they are all old and dirty.

You don't have to look like a human being.

Even Bardo doesn't want to be distracted.

This city is not so far from Pakra territory, but it never came.

I wanted to see what kind of city it was before I went far.

It would take less than five days if I came straight from Pakula, but there were many other views I wanted to see, so it took me a month.

So close to the cleavage of the Great Barrier, this village is strangely peaceful.

Bardo showed the man two corulose and started negotiating.

The man was still the master of this inn.

Corulose is rare and odorless for mountain birds and very good.

I'm originally a cowardly bird on top of a small number, so it's hard to catch.

I hear that beautiful feathers are rarely valued in the city as a material for clothing.

Two round fat corulose.

Less scratches.

There is also a good drain of blood.

Negotiated for a while, he gave his husband two corulose in exchange for two days of lodging and eating and drinking, plenty of water to wash his body, horse food and water, dried meat and dried bread.

This is a joint dining room and lodging house called Ganz.

Ganz is made by the owners of mines, farms, etc.

Sometimes the city's leading players make money out of each other.

Workers can eat there a set number of meals a day.

A traveler may stay or dine at the appropriate rate.

"Sir.

Before you go up to your room, get rid of the dirt. "

My husband told me, and Bardo went outside.

Thirteen or four year old girl came out after him and began to wear clothes.

I've traveled the mountains and wilderness this past month, so a ton of sand dust is attached to my clothes.

My shoes are dirty everywhere.

With the girl's help, the dirt was removed to the point of letting her in the room.

The room was upstairs.

I went up the stairs with my luggage and into the designated room.

Place your luggage on the floor and remove your cape and leather armor.

Sit back on the bed and take off your boots.

I slowly loosened my legs.

The pain and fatigue twitch as the blood passes.

It's a journey with horses, but I rarely ride horses.

He walked in towing a horse carrying his luggage.

Horses are older than Baldo.

He was a retired horse many years ago.

If I left it, it would have been crushed for meat.

So I chose this horse for the journey.

2.

In the eastern corner of the continent, the Coendera and Nola families have long fought over the seat of the Great Lords.

Recently, the Coendella family beat the Nola family to name the Great Lords of Giguenza.

Nor could the Tercians, whom Bardo was serving, not admit this.

The Coendella family held a meeting of lords and for the next decade were forced to decide to use the proceeds of the Zariza silver mine for the reconstruction of the rough areas in battle.

It's a mess.

The Zariza silver mine and the Liposia copper mine have long been of interest to the Tercian family.

This is because the Tercian-ruled Pakla territory has been situated at the cleavage of the Great Barrier (Jean Dessa Law) and has served to deter the invasion of the Warcraft.

It is not a muscular story to deprive the Tercians of their financial resources, leaving the role to them.

Besides, it is the Coendella family that ravaged the area in the war, so it is hilarious that it is for its reconstruction.

But now we have to accept the forced push of the Coendella family in silence.

Bardo served four generations of Tercian heads of household and deeply loved the height of their aspirations.

Historical emperors also generously rewarded Bardo for his bravery and loyalty.

Many times it was said to divide the territory, but it refused.

My family is gone.

I've never been married.

Upon hearing the results of the Lords' Meeting, Bardo delivered them to the Lords, writing to the effect that they would return their residences and possessions because they had written to them to wish to retire.

Without waiting for a reply, I gave each of the servants a comfort pay to take care of the way I shake myself and embarked on a journey.

With the wealth left behind by Bardo, the Tercia family should take a breather.

There is no destination for this journey.

It's a journey to die in the sky.

3

The water boiled, and the girl came to call, so she went down to the ground floor with her luggage and turned to the back of the gunz.

There is a gravel-layed washing area by the well, behind it, a large barrel with plenty of water.

Oh, my God, I can wash my body in a hot tub.

This, thank you.

I put my sword on the little fence beside me and took off my clothes.

Then the girl offered me a handkerchief with this.

Squeeze the large barrel of water in a handkerchief and wear it from the head.

How comfortable it feels to have your hair, your beard, your body, and the water flowing through it.

Rinse the water again, and hang it as you rub your body.

Then I sank my body in the water.

My body is so big, I get a lot of water.

Wow, Grandpa, you're so tight - and the girl is circling her eyes.

My legs, hips, spine, and shoulders relax as I make tingling noises.

Enduring pain and suffering may be considered the most basic qualities of a knight, but if you make a camping journey on foot for exactly a month this year, it will fall on your body.

The pain of holding back, ignoring, and forgetting, rises all over your body.

But this means he's alive.

Bardo flashed his face to the pain of pushing over, enjoying the happiness of healing his fatigue in the hot tub.

The girl asked me if it was stinging.

Baldo's body has a lot of scratches.

He is worried that the wound will stain with water.

Baldo cheered softly,

All the wounds are old, and it doesn't hurt any more now.

The water feels so hot that your body startles you.

And I answered the girl.

I rubbed my whole body in the hot tub because there was a dirt rub that dried porpoise fruit.

The water gets dirtier and dirtier.

I felt sorry for the girl, even though it would be hard to clean later.

The girl, on gravel, is washing her boots and underwear.

Rubbing the mess and boots, the girl asked for the horse's name.

It's called Stabolos.

When I answered, the girl asked what it meant.

It's the name someone I know gave me.

I don't know what that means.

I replied.

I gave Stabolos food and water, I'll wash it for you later, the corner (one) is short, but it's okay, the girl said.

Many livestock, not just horses, have horns in their foreheads.

The horns become smaller according to old age, but can become ferocious when they are smaller than they can be seen.

It's all right.

and Bardo replied.

When a lot of mud and dirt accumulated at the bottom of the hot tub, he opened the stopper once and drained about half of the water, adding new water to it.

Arm-wrapped, yeah, hey, the way he carries the hot tub back and forth from the back door of Ganz, there's something to watch and feel at ease.

Hey, it's good water.

Ha, ha, ha.

The girl seemed happy to see Bardo looking to have fun.

When I got up from the bath, went back to my room and lay in bed, I immediately fell asleep.

Illustration/Mr. Kudari Tanimachi

4.

The ground floor was full of guests.

Bardo took his sword down the stairs and sat in an empty seat.

Not so much. My husband brought stews, bread, and a pot of wine.

Surprised at the generosity of a whole pot, I followed the liquor to the brisket.

Distilled liquor burns his throat and falls through his body.

Not so much, a puffy fever occurs at the bottom of the belly, and the thorax "F" of the gut begins to move.

The stew, which contains meat and freshly picked vegetables, emits an appetizing smell.

I shrugged it with a wooden spoon and carried it to my mouth, stirring it carefully.

Good.

Corulose meat.

Very soft and boiled.

The more you cover it, the better it will stain.

The vegetables are also well stained with flavor, but have a good tooth feel.

Excellent.

A man sitting across from Bardo, turning to his husband,

"Give me that, too."

I said.

My husband said it would be a different price because it was a special dish and told me the price.

"Hey, it's expensive."

Says the man.

Bardo carries the stew into his mouth again, this time soaking up the liquor before its flavour disappears.

The good taste of the stew enhances the taste of the liquor.

Feeling an irresistible sense of well-being,

Ugh.

and exhale.

And the man that saw it cringed his throat,

"Damn, bring me that stew!

And he yelled.

As I could follow that, I got a voice to order stews from tables everywhere.

A girl runs around busy handing out stews and receiving money.

The stew didn't take as long as it did until my husband told me it was sold out.

As Bardo finished his stew and bread, my husband brought a small plate.

It's a crunchy corulose skin.

Bardo ate a slice of skin as he received the stare of a man sitting across the street.

The addition and subtraction of the flavor shaken with crunchy salt is exquisite, and the shaken citrus fruit eliminates the oil odor and the aftertaste is good.

It goes perfectly with distilled liquor.

A man across the street asked for the price, and his husband told him the price was higher than the earlier stew.

They said it was because they used plenty of fine charcoal.

In a shorter time than stew, the skin grill sold out.

The liquor sold well, too.

Finally, my husband brought a simmering dish served in a small bowl.

I didn't know what the dish was, so when I heard what this was, I said it was a stew of corulose organ (offal).

I thought I could eat something like that, but I've already seen my husband's cooking arm, and the dish in the vessel looks delicious.

I ate a slice.

This!

There is no smell at all.

The thin flavored dashi is well dyed, making it a delicacy for liquor lovers.

Unexpectedly, I ate another slice.

Hmm!

The meat pieces I just ate taste different.

Not at all.

Different teeth, different quality of gravy spreading in the mouth.

Besides, what can I say?

It has a smudging taste in every corner of the body.

The part of Baldo's body that is different from the stew, bread, or skin grill, feels like he is tasting this dish.

To surprise Bardo, my husband explains.

"My husband used to drain my blood.

I thought I could do this.

Replace the water again and again, but pull it out anyway.

Of course, it's a gut, so it's packed with all sorts of stuff, but it's a miso to clean that up.

And the rock salt of this city's specialty is the deciding factor for the flavor.

Hey, because this dish stinks, depending on the ingredients.

It's been years since I've been able to simmer this much.

The inner part of the gut tastes different depending on the area.

This tiny vessel is filled with all kinds of ambiguity. "

A man sitting across the street ordered a simmer of organs.

My husband answers the price.

Even more expensive than skin roasting.

It's a rarely edible delicacy, and it's because it's in its best condition, he said.

Let the man bring a simmer, no matter.

Take a bite, yum! And a man screams, or orders arrive from all over.

The girl ran around fine and quickly sold out.

Tonight, my husband will have done a pretty good business.

Bardo was satisfied, too.

When I thought it was time to finish my meal, the busy shop suddenly quieted down.

Everyone is looking at the entrance.

Three men have just entered through an open door.

Desolate, is the right person and attitude.

Leading the way is a big, plenty fat man.

My left ear is crushed and I have a large scratch on my left cheek.

Nasty eyes, looking around the store,

"Whoa.

I'm glad you're both in the mood!

And I raised my voice.

And when you hit the floor with the Battle Axe in your right hand,

"Of course, after the fun. So no one's gonna be late for work tomorrow, huh?

Oh, yeah.

If you're so healthy, you can have half the break tomorrow!

And, hatefully, he swung his face away.

The customer who was in the store leaves the store, taking a seat with one more person.

A Battleax man snapped his chin at one of the guests who tried to leave.

One of the rough guys is taking the customer to the corner of the store and talking about something.

He seems to be talking about debt, his sister tonight, or something.

Next to Baldo sitting alone, a Battleax man came.

Find Baldo's face and the sword standing beside him.

Baldo sits shallow in his chair, letting him play with his left hand, and maintains an attitude where he can take his sword at any time.

The Battleax man looked at Baldo next.

Knives and forks.

Most of the guests were eating by hand or with handmade wooden slabs and skewers.

That is normal.

What Baldo brought in is a lot shabby.

Both are made of metal.

The knife, in particular, is an item carved with intricate and beautiful texts, emitting an elegant silver light.

It is often unsuitable for such a country ganz.

Without adhering to the killing spirit unleashed by the Battleax man, Bardo quietly carried the last slice of the simmering into his mouth, sipping up the remaining distilled liquor and exhaling.

Disappearing like a distraction, the man took his people out of the store.