Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

If I looked up, the sky was high and the eagle was dancing.

To stretch, Sola was poking her cheek cane at her desk and enjoying the loose air of the holidays.

Prince Wang's visit to Count Sola's territory has been decided, and Cor will be very busy in the kitchen by now.

Sola, unable to get to work until the reply to the letter she sent to the Marquis of Beltze arrives, spares no time, looking for food and observing the exploratory row of the ants who have climbed the outer wall.

Apparently, an ant emerged out the window, knowing that he had wasted his legs.

Sora dropped off the back of the ant and rose out of the chair.

- The mask steams.

Thora looks out the window, in the direction of the sea, annoyed by the shimmering and growing sunlight here recently.

I wish I could swim alone, but it's also a ruthless story of a sea bath with a mask on.

The windchimes suspended to take a whisper of cool remain silent so as to regret their inability to serve in the windless.

- It's caused by long rains. Humidity too high.

Sola, who had said her hand was patchy instead of a dough fan, left the room with a fuss in mind.

A letter from Sola arrived at the Marquis of Beltze.

The rain, which has been falling every two days for ten days, still slams the windows hard today.

The Marquis of Beltze cuts the seal of a letter whose edge is wet by the rain.

Apparently, it was a letter sent to me as a friend, not as a public position as a lord, and the style was somewhat shattered.

"I want something strange again"

In addition to the wheat that none of the farmers grow in Count Sola's territory, the Marquis of Beltze is not worthy of pillowcases when it comes to ordering summer fruit.

The Marquis of Beltze looks up at the patsy, window-clicking rain grains that he can play.

"Were you reading this long rain"

If rain carrying depressing and wrinkling humidity has become the calling water for a friend who sends a letter, it's pathetic to make it crooked.

The Marquis of Beltze speaks to the deacon who had refrained beside him.

"Lord Sola is going to join hands with the long rain of summer. He wants sprouted wheat and fruit."

Wheat before harvest may sprout on the ear under the influence of rain.

The malt leaving the territory of the Marquis of Beltze was in good condition by the time it arrived under Sola waiting in the crossport.

"I'm just making beer, too, and you got it."

Judging by the state of the malt, Sola immediately moved on to the drying operation.

I wonder if the intriguing Rhulu has put his face out of the lab, and he comes to put it on outside.

Just in time, and Sola spoke to Lulu.

"I'll use a centrifuge, if you're in the middle of an experiment, let me finish."

Lulu looks back at the lab window.

The centrifuge just introduced the other day is a device that moves in a magic formation that Sania drew up with her head in her arms for about two days.

It is a precious item that exists only one of the Great Tree Halls, even if you look around the world, and is one of the treasures of Lyu.

But there is no one else who finds value but Sola and Llu.

"I'm not experimenting like I'm gonna use it right now, but what are you gonna do?

"Heat Payment and Prototyping"

Answer briefly, Sola carries out the fruit with the Flame Squad.

Leaning his neck, Rhulu follows Sola.

Are you going to make it even with juice, Sora ordered the Flame Squad to start crushing the fruit.

They bring it from the cooking area. The large pot fills it with crushed fruit and fruit juice.

Sola carefully measured the juice taken from the large pan and subdivided it into containers of the centrifuge.

"Separate me. I'll use both the supernatant and the sediment, so keep them both in a different pan."

Catching Cole, who came to see how the pot he loaned, Sola told him to assist Lulu.

After finishing the fruit crushing, Sola goes to see how the malt was drying by giving the flame squad a break to move on to the next process.

There Sania was sighing looking at the dried malt.

Sania, who noticed Sora's footsteps and looked back, points to the malt in the drying.

"Do you even make beer?

"I don't have any barley. White beer can make it, except for this one."

Sola asks Sania to set the thermostatic tank to sixty degrees.

"When Zez finds you, you're gonna get dried fruit or something, right?

"So he said it wasn't white beer. I'll feed you when it's done, so help me."

"Yes, sir."

Waving his back, Sania went out to get ready for the thermostatic tank.

Collect and crush the dried malt and place the sora in a pan with flour and water.

Sola, with the lid, puts the pan in the thermostatic tank and heads with Sania to Lulu's laboratory.

The working sound of the centrifuge was echoed in the laboratory.

The lab, which can also be Lulu's territory, seems uncomfortable, and Sola gives the next instruction to Cor, who is odd.

"Cool the separated precipitate and simmer the supernatant"

- Is that it for today?

With a paragraph of work, Sola waited for the morning to activate the centrifuge alternately with Rhulu.

By the time the morning sun rose, centrifugation was over, and Sora had begun her work.

There are no projects with short due dates and they are relaxing.

The light clears up before noon, and Sola uses her lunch break to go see the thermostatic tank.

"Sounds like you were very active."

The pan placed inside the thermostatic tank contained a thick amber liquid.

It is maltose, or watermelon.

If you ferment it further, you can make beer. Lift up a pan with that watering, and Sola puts her pinkies on and tastes it.

The sweetness is mild and the palate is mellow.

With that in mind, Sola takes the watermelon to the cooking area.

After finishing lunch, he left the water in Cor, where he was washing, and Sola took out the cold weather.

"Serve me boiled fruit juice and separated pulp"

In a childlike voice demanding the toy, Sola instructed Cole.

"Let's make dessert for everyone who helped"