166 ④ Staggered(2/2)
"Fruit liquor. Ah. But that's cheap, too, right?
"Fruit alcohol is cheap, isn't it? It's about a bottle of red copper coin."
"One red copper coin! That's cheap enough to make me laugh!
It is an arrogant and disgraceful word.
I guess only this bad mouth is native. It's extremely complicated for me to say that cooking skills are praised and ingredients are slandered.
"But I can't believe you're using such cheap ingredients to cook such delicious dishes. Doesn't that mean Asta has such good skills? Why would someone like Asta do business in an inn town or something?
"Whatever you say, I'm a forest folk. I'm sure it's impossible for a forest folk to do business in a castle town?
In my words, Dial's eyebrows drop.
As always, emotional switching is very fast.
"Sorry. I said dormitory town again. I don't hate boarding town, do I? Rather, Castle Town is so tough and sexually unsuitable that it's getting out like this every day.... but I really don't like the cheap food in the lodging town..."
"Oh, yeah, I'm not that uncomfortable."
"I don't like it when people say I cheapen the ingredients I use... sorry"
"No, he said he wasn't angry! Look, you shouldn't eat the food before it's cold!
"... yeah..."
Dial stared at my face worried for a while, but eventually let the meal resume as if he had been distracted.
There, a bunch of tall men in skinned capes approached me, so I almost accidentally spilled my sighs.
Bad time between them - or I guess they're both fixed enough to have a day's share of the time. As expected, that group was the Silver Pot.
Dial, who casually tried to pull herself out of front of the stall, also looks at the silver hair that emerged from under the hood and stomps like a hack.
Asta, five at a time, please.
"Thank you every time.... Um, come on, yesterday's promise is still valid, right?
Worried. When I called Dial, he said, "Shut up!" and was returned in a grumpy manner.
And the girl looks up at Schmiral's length with an angry face.
"Hey! I have something to tell you!
Schmiral looked down at Dial silently.
This one is the faceless expression of the deposition itself.
This kind of difference in temperament is also due to the fact that it has become a hostile country, Dial hoists his eyebrows in such frustration.
But - the next moment, it was released from that little mouth, "I'm sorry!" It was an apology.
"I hate the Sims and all, but I might have been wrong to say something insulting to the Sims in western territory. So sorry!
It's like, "You idiot!" I'm sorry! ".
But I'm sure it was the best compromise line for this girl.
Schmiral nodded small, with the same expression.
"Sim, Jagal, the war, the day it ends, me, I'm waiting. Me, Jagal, hateful, no."
"Well, I was born in Jagal, but I was born in Zeland in the West. I don't know much about the war... but that's enough! Don't make me talk too much! Because I think I'm going to be rude again!
and Dial grabbed on to 'Giba Burger' like a lid on his mouth.
And now you're not complaining, but you're making fun of me.
Of course, I didn't complain.
Honestly, I'm sorry. I think the kid who can is a good kid.
"... you, yesterday, castle town, yellow hall, saw. Maybe you, the iron equipment store, the Chamber of Commerce?
and while waiting for the completion of "Gibba Burger," Schmiral quietly overlapped the words.
Dial glances at Schmiral's face with an objectionable eye and a single head elevated.
"You're telling me not to make me talk too much!... That's right. I'm from Zeland, so it's up to the iron shop."
"Zeland, iron, famous. From Zeland, knife, buy, say, me, business, gone."
"Oh, did you mean that Sim guy who was selling the knife to you? I'm sorry to hear that! Because if it's knife making or pot making, Jagal can't beat Sims or anything!
He puts his chest up proudly, says it out, and then looks back at me worried.
"... well, that's not a bad word, is it?
"Yeah, well, you don't have to be so uptight."
Besides, it's a question plucked from Schmiral.
I'm sure this is a necessary conversation for Schmiral, because he probably won't like it and bring public discourse or anything to the people of Jagal.
"We, every year, had knives, sold. But I don't need it anymore, they told me.... you guys, I'll sell it."
"Hmm? Oh, it looks like you made some kind of special deal with our father and your wife. I don't know what that is, and I knew it, and I can't tell you anything about business vendettas!... I mean, you were an iron fixer too?
"Ironware store, no. We, the knife, the kettle, the vitreous, the cloth, we'll sell anything."
"Hmm? Well, anyway, you've changed the business spearhead in the future! Because iron is a Jagal specialty, and among other things, Zeland is a thriving town by selling iron! You can't beat a wooden merchant like that!
And every time I cut it, it's a real thing to look at me.
At this point, smiling beats being angry.
Besides, I also think merchants are right to shred their sneezes from each other.
"A good knife, make, encourage.... but a word, okay?
"What? You're a lot of chatter, aren't you, Sims?
"Conversation, I like it. Words, I want to remember more.... the old man in the yellow hall, promises and breaks. It was us, the knife, the prep, for nothing. You guys, be careful, I think."
"Yeah? What are you talking about? If you haven't even exchanged pledges, you can't complain about the business going on! You think you can do a lot of business with that?
"Pledge, we exchanged. But the promise, it's been broken. If you have a complaint, Castle Town, Pass, Take it away, I was told. I'm in trouble, so I promised, I gave up, I made up my mind."
In the words of Schmiral, Deal's adorable face comes to an evil shape.
Though, it was about the shape of a puppy who got in the way of his diet.
"What's that? Was he such a jerk? Well, rather than being a nobleman, he seemed more mean than a merchant at the end of the day. .. so why are you passing such information on to us in business?
"Why.. why, special, nothing"
With that said, Schmiral narrowed his eyes slightly.
Looks happy, looks like a fun way to narrow your eyes, this is...
"It's just that you, you apologized. A rare Jagal people, I thought. So I wanted to talk, I thought."
"Hmm! It's weird!," Dial turns that way.
but as it is, I see Schmiral all over again.
"... sort of, but I'll tell my dad to be careful one day. I can't thank you enough for not knowing if you're lying or not!
"Thank you, no need. Let's make a good knife."
So finally this question is over, and Schmiral can eat his' giva burger 'as well.
Well, as far as I'm concerned, I just wanted to tell you as soon as possible that you were allowed a visit to the Lou family, which should be done after this belligerent girl left.
So for one thing, I decide to try to connect the conversation with a public story.
"Business in Castle Town sounds pretty tough, too.... or Schmiral was the kind of man who would do business with nobles"
"Yes. It's a patrol. Old man, lots of knives, bought it for me. Vegetable cutters, meat cutters, lots of them."
"Oh, did you mean a cooking knife?"
Then you're still rolling in my place.
"You don't seem to have eyes for a delicious meal! It seems to be connected to a number of restaurants, and on the contrary, as far as we live the cook in the apartment he lent us. Bad personality is a superior category as a customer!
And, Deal also breaks in with the loss.
"Are you letting me live in that nobleman's apartment? That would surprise me."
"Well! If the story goes well, my house will probably wholesale the swords and spears that the castle soldiers have - and this was something I shouldn't have said yet!
I laugh bitterly at the look of the girl who rushes to shut her mouth.
"You don't have to worry, I won't talk to you like that. How dare you and your nobles?"
"Yeah, right? Sure, he seemed like a bad character! For nobles, civilian life is lighter than silver coins."
Then Dial, turning around, began to shine his eyes.
"That's right! Would you like me to introduce you to Asta? If I could be a cook with nobility, I'd be an Antai for life!
"No, no, no! I think this place suits my skin! I'm not going to be able to cook anything that suits your nobleman's mouth!
"I guess not. If it was Asta, I don't think I'd beat the cooks in that apartment."
And, Deal swoops his cheeks in dissatisfaction.
"... but well, maybe I shouldn't be involved with such a bad character. It would seem like a pain in the ass if I were made obnoxious.... Oh, but I would have liked to try Asta's dishes on those guys. If you were noble, you'd be more surprised than me, wouldn't you? Giva's meat is so delicious!
What a nobleman in Castle Town is on the cloud for me. Now he is at the mercy of the attack of the town of Inn.
Still - a nobleman with a bad personality, huh?
I don't even feel a little bad about anything, so I think I'll just make sure.
"By the way, what is the name of that nobleman?... No, well, if it's not convenient, I won't be forced to ask."
"Hmm? Name? What was that? I think it was Tulun or Taran or something like that."
I should have, I decided to stroke my chest down.
Indirectly, there are aristocrats who don't want to get involved with me and who I don't think should.
Besides - I don't even want to suspect this girl, who's finally starting to feel like a spy right now.
Well, I don't know how many nobles exist in the castle town of Genos, but yes, I guess they don't pinpoint it either - or something like that, and Schmiral has remarked, "No."
"The old man in the yellow hall, Uncle Turan, is called. Turan district, north of Genos, territory. Orchards, fuwano fields, lots."
"Oh yeah, it was Turan! Well, isn't that a title, not a name?
"Yes. This is Turan Uncle Cycleus. Genos, the Three Horsemen, one."
Schmiral said that quietly.
It was time for Jomtien to look over her head - and then I decided to let her sigh with all my strength.