The Peerless Kobold (WN)

Later on, I gave up badly. Instead of burnt down tiger meat, I had filled the meat chunks with rock salt (mabu) that had a preserving effect on the spot, and brought it back to the settlement to finish making smoked meat.

"Huh, Volgarvooooooooooooooooo

Hatsumomo is there to get through. "

It distorts the end of the mouth and crosses such a dialogue, but in the age of mercenaries, the great language of succeeding to the position of commander of the “Desert Wolf” spoken in drunkenness does not penetrate, and if you are aware of it, you are the leader of the Kobolt group.

"… Garvo Aru (… is this (this) also a heavenly destiny)"

At the time, if the men of the Second Reconnaissance Corps who ran the battlefield together had survived, they would have been stuck around Eric and Sakura saying, "What kind of mission is that?”

Even with an unexpected bitter laugh, aim for a late night to morning time when the outside temperature is low, and put it in a fine hemp net bag of eyes to see how the thick cut meat was finished that had dried.

I felt that the taste and colour without my heart was better than usual because I soaked it in rock salt water with properties that added Laurier to eliminate the smell of meat Mira gave me the other day and sage to improve the sunshine.

I plan to make it a sale this time, so even during the salt removal process, I pay due attention to leaving more salt than the Kobolt preference (lump), and it is tailored to the taste that people have.

(Now that I have black pepper, I can tailor it to the finest...)

Exactly. There's no way that Mira, the pharmacist, has any more black fruit to carry from the Far East than she is an elf drawn into the "Forest of Keepsakes”.

Even if it were, I would be tempted to ask for a small amount equivalent to three days' wages for a typical urban worker.

In the first place, because of the comparatively high price attached to the smoked meat of chamosica (kunshin garlic), I reckon that there is no need to be greedy, so I collect the dry thick cut meat, and I walk up to the smoked kiln (kunshin garlic) where Smith and the others went to the corner of the square last fall.

"Gah, guh, guh."

I hung thick meat into multiple bars passing through the top of the kiln in an upbeat mood, put ignited sparks in the bottom of the kiln, and poured dried twigs and leaves.

Add firewood where the flames have grown fairly well, and install the iron plate previously taken from the burglar in the form of placing it on the projections provided in the lower four corners of the kiln.

In addition, the "walnut tree (walnut)", thinly cut with a saw (dust), was beaten to the point where it became a piece of wood, and the hard-worked smoke chip was sprinkled onto the iron plate, carefully blocking the front of the smoked kiln (walnut), which began to make smoke.

Then, for the time being, with some hassle, except for bricks again, remove the smoked meat (kunshinori) with wonderful aromas and colors.

I scrape a few ends with a dagger and throw them into my mouth, chewing on the flavor of just the right meat for people with a little saltiness.

"Wah, gurlah! (Alright, great job!)"

I remembered to accidentally take another bite and then turn it into a sale, and after transferring all the meat in the kiln to the table of the stump, a big shadow fell from my back as I was starting to clean it up.

"Gawo, Gurua, Wafaquao, Galuaan.

(Hey, Admiral, don't smell anything like that) "

"Gauo, Varg."

If you stand next to a buster with lusty eyes, he will wave at you with his shoulders clasped.

"Garuuuuuuuuuu? Are you going out?"

"Wafau, Waowoluaaon (for wild use, please only be away for one night)"

"Wall, Garwooan."

With that being said, he blocks his hand from trying to reach for smoked meat and gives him a slice of it that he left thinly tailored to eat himself.

"Woah on."

Shortly thanking him for the smoked meat he had just received, Buster headed to the Elves' tent to learn the common language of the continent.

Unexpectedly, I could see Axe moving his pale giant body in a sleigh at the end of his sight, dropping off his hard-working childhood tame back, so I hurried to fit the smoked meat (kunji garlic) in a clean cloth bag before coming this way.

Fortunately, I avoided any further diminution and went to the city to collect information, so I packed the usual beast bags with the cloth bags and so on.

For once, the belt can be adjusted beforehand and the dedicated harness can be beastified, but a lancer who was nearby can be asked to quickly attach it to a giant wolf body.

"Ng, Garquaau."

"Luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

"Kluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

(I don't mind, but I'm on my way in to the female.) "

Apparently, as I feared, the pause against my sister didn't work... should I think it's better to have it until spring?

"Galua... (Mother...)"

"Galu, Galuau, Grufaau.

(Of course, I know, but it's not me) "

Under the realization that it is different from a common cobolt at the time of wolf mixing, it is mostly warm to recieve, but it may be time to get scolded.

Though I wonder how I explained it, I break up with Lancer and sew between the trees, heading north through the Easteria woods, where morning soft leaking days illuminate.

Along the way, I found a pig by the river that stopped to moisten my throat, but I missed it with hypocritical thoughts that I would not die if I skipped lunch because I had Uribo with me, and in the afternoon I reached near the core city of Warren.

I am also getting used to walking with four legs in a beast (beast), and it is very gratifying that a person's leg can trample a three-day journey in about two minutes.

However, one is bored if one doesn't simulate (want to) people in the grass before going out onto the street, so I get myself ready, then stick out the city fence and go to the expanding slum every day (I was there), and flutter into the cluttered streets with nothing to eat...