The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

"No, you've come really well.

We'll have a good time tonight. "

Seeing Simon Epivarez, the former Linz boss, who seemed sincerely happy, Baldo's heart was full.

As a matter of fact, on the way here, I've been dealing with the obituaries of Uncle Huddle, Gordon, Kainen, Eurica and the people I miss to keep standing up, so I had the thought that old Uncle Linz, too.

It was utterly worrying.

Except that the voice is slightly dead, it may be the same as before.

Her face is crunchy and healthy, and she's feeling disappointed.

Aren't you already eighty years old?

Being a person who has been in a responsible position for many years and is energetic until this year is not what he is.

"Lord Bardo asked me to save his life at the last parting.

Thanks again.

Never mind. "

What Simon is saying is seven years ago.

Here he received his protégé from King Juleland, and with his feet he went to the king's capital of Parzam.

From its departing ship, it struck the assassin after Simon, who had come to see him off, with the strange power of an ancient sword.

That means that in seven years since then, Bardo hasn't seen Simon.

When I close the cup, I don't think so.

"It was the assassination of a relative who was unhappy that I gave up all of my business to Werner.

I've let you do it freely for years, so you've already thought of the business as your own.

I left it up to Werner to figure out what to do with that piece of assassination attempted.

I struck out a fierce hand.

The assassin was given a life assurance to publish his client's name at a clan meeting.

My client was my cousin, but he put me to death.

However, he did not confiscate his property and let his eldest son inherit it it.

Then I reorganized all the businesses.

Well, it came at a time when we needed to adjust.

Anyway, unlike old times, business is now wider.

Pakla's silver, warcraft fur, and Dolba's wood are now being bought in tailored by this haulier, and the factories in the processing industry are a lot bigger one after another.

There's a warehouse lined up across the river.

We have a direct negotiator stationed in the king's capital of Parzam, and our carriage is hitchhiking back and forth between the king's capital and Paderia.

As a matter of fact, Parzam's attempt to officially entrust me to the Count also made sense in ceding the title and the governor to Werner.

It used to be an official title, but I don't want to be part of Parzam now.

If I do that, I'll even get my butt haired out by the heavy ministers of Haichiyama Thousand.

He said it would be hard just to cross with the merchants of the Wang capital!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. "

The topic was delightful and the liquor was good.

It is above all a dish.

Bardo rejoiced when he carried all the colorful dishes arranged all over the table to his mouth.

It's good!

All the food served at a store was bad on the road until I got here anyway.

The exception is Krask's cuisine, but this didn't taste superb either.

That and this is Camlar's fault.

Originally, Baldo was supposed to be eating food from the shop on the road because it felt good.

But when Kamler's tongue is accustomed to cooking, he tastes the flavoring of food and the way ingredients are utilized to a very subtle and delicate point.

If you do that, it's not enough.

But the food here is good.

I have ideas, I have changes.

It's fun to watch, pleasant to put in your mouth, and savory to put on your tongue.

Swallow and feel comfortable falling into your belly again.

Of course, the smell coming through my nose also gives me an appetite.

Still, what is this I'm eating right now?

It doesn't look good.

A chunk of black meat is hung with a black sauce.

It's just that much cooking.

But not the depth of this flavor!

I thought it was the meat of the beast, but it's very different.

Then when it comes to fish meat, that's different, too.

I have a toothpick, but my teeth go through.

At that moment, a thick, contorted umami strikes the tongue directly.

It boils down to the limit of the juice that comes out of the ingredients, but it's as good as it was without scorching.

I get a call from my tongue, and my whole body goes into a battle posture.

My whole body found out that this was a heart-to-heart intercept.

Cut fragments can be unexpectedly crushed over the tongue.

No muscle or coarseness.

In other words, it has the same flavor and teeth.

The flavour that will come out if it stings with sakurasaki will flood your mouth and irritate your nostrils as well.

There is no residue of unsavory meat shavings, even kanji.

It gradually dissolves while preserving the elegance of the flavor, and disappears while preserving the flavor until the last piece.

I know you're using some kind of booze.

I wonder what it is.

It tastes terribly nostalgic.

"Ha-ha-ha.

Lord Bardo, do you know what that is? "

I don't know, I didn't want to tell you.

"Ha, ha, ha.

That's Ocudor's liver. "

Liver!

I see.

It's such a toothpick and tongue touch if you say so.

The liver of Corcordur's liver and the liver of cattle have similar textures.

However, the liver has a unique liver odor, which is not present in this dish.

Still, you said it was Occudor?

Is it something that can take a liver this size, although it is a big fish in proportion?

"You need a big, fat, energetic ocudor to cook this dish.

Because the liver is not feeling well with the ocudor that is being stopped or damaged.

And whatever it is, I need to get my liver out right now while I'm alive.

Wash the removed liver with clear liquor from the bottle. "

Plan liquor!

And clear liquor!

Where the hell did you get that stuff from?

"The Gordon guy brought me souvenirs and a couple of clear drinks of plan liquor that I imported from Krask.

I could totally fit in.

So I decided to pick it up from Krask.

Unfortunately, the cost of carrying them is enormous and they are not very much for sale.

Then as my hobby, I'll take it back with my personal effects.

But my cook came up with one dish after another with this clear sake.

No, the food is good, but my drinks cost less.

Trouble. "

That's troublesome.

But anyway, there seems to be a clear drink of plain liquor here.

Baldo said, "I want a drink."

"Wahaha.

Is Lord Bardo also the Plan Liquor Party?

I don't know if I'm going to meet a good man here.

Let me carry it now, so wait a minute. "

Pran liquor was not long carried, but there is only one small liquor pod.

"What?

Is this all you've got left?

The one from Ishdari, you used it for cooking again.

Kalang.

Tell him not to spend more than I gave him permission. [M]

I don't know what to waste anyway.

Oh, Lord Bardo.

That's all I have.

Instead, there is still a barrel of cloudy liquor left in the plan liquor.

I wonder if we can continue there. "

Of course there was no difference in Baldo.

"Well, so, here goes the cooking story.

After a quick wash with the clear liquor of the plain liquor, soak in the sauce.

The sauce is a mixture of crushed crustaceans (Xydortan) with the same amount of clear plan liquor.

Oh, yeah.

In that case, the plan liquor means using something that has been heated once and then cooled.

And warm carefully over low heat.

When warmed to carpet, cool and smudge the flavor.

Warm and cool the next day as well.

It also warms and cools the next day.

But the sauce uses something as new as that.

Thus, on the third day, dishes in the best condition can be prepared.

Three days ago, he won a really brilliant occuador.

If I thought today was just around the corner, Lord Bardo would see you.

One day, Jurchaga said, "Lord Bardo really has food virtues!"

Whoa, whoa, whoa. "

It's a fancy laugh.

Speaking of which, Gordon laughed this way too.

I guess that means uncle giving in.

Is that Ishdari figure the culinary head of this house?

It could be Simon Epivarez's exclusive cook for a moment.

Simon calls purchasing plan liquor his personal hobby, but thanks to it he can cook so much.

It is a great strength to make guests cook extraordinary dishes when they arrive.

He seems to be running to a hobby and plays a proper role in Linz's lordship.

Without these parts, no matter how landlord you are, you won't get a great deal of respect.

Thinking, for example, Bardo noticed much more.

I should have introduced myself to Uncle Linz when I was worried about Kamler's way of shaking himself in Wang Du.

Simon Epivarez would have correctly evaluated and utilized Camlar's alien powers.

But thanks to the fact that I couldn't think of that, the flowers of food culture are now blooming in Fusarion.

The mezzanine thing is a strange thing, Bardo thought.

2.

The feast followed in vain.

Simon doesn't look as healthy as he used to be, but carries the dish to his mouth little by little and tastes a glass of alcohol carefully.

It is the same for Baldo.

It's not the age to compete with the amount of food you eat anymore.

The young Seto holds enough in his stomach to give up.

Cars seems to be eating quietly, too, and I can't get it to my mouth fast enough.

Simon said he wanted to hear about the journey, so he told Seto about the journey from Fusarion to this point.

In the story of meeting Baldo's servants in the city of Cocochi and uncovering the conspiracy of the Lords' deputies, he laughed greatly.

"No, no!

What an activity.

Something always happens where Lord Bardo goes.

No, no, pleasant.

Besides, I didn't even raise my name this time, so to speak, I wasn't turned around on the back.

Wahahahahaha.

It's been a long time since I've had such an interesting story. "

But Simon's expression changed dramatically when the story reached Maisian territory.

"Hey, what?

I was surprised to learn of Gordon's death when I arrived in Maisian territory.

So, then.

That middleman didn't let Lord Bardo know about Gordon's death!!

Even though I know Lord Bardo's special relationship with Gordon.

It is not my duty as a successor to tell you at all costs.

How many years has it been since then?

Hey, how ungrateful!

What a disloyalist!

Kalana. "

It's like the momentum that could still pop up and strangle the middle.

And then that thing, Simon's anger, doesn't subside.

The word of fury continues.

It is only anger if you know the deep friendship between Baldo and Gordon, but its appearance, which runs blood through your eyes and is dramatically elevated, is somewhat too angry.

Baldo also shut up about this.

I don't think it's good for Simon's health either.

The fact that anger doesn't subside may also be a sign of getting old.

I'm fine as long as I'm fine, but I'm too fine.

But speaking of which, how about myself?

We have to be careful, Bardo thought.

Trying to change the subject, Seto asked me this.

"How could Master Gordon have been single for so long?

Were there any young people who liked each other? "

This word had a dramatic effect.

Simon, who had a red face and resentment, put on a glimmering look, and a soggy face.

"Oh.

Are you talking about that love?

I don't know how many years it's been since. "

That's what I started talking about Gordon's young days.