Once your load was cleared, the hall was now to be filled with different dishes for the feast.

To the juice dish boiling in the iron pan was also served the smoked fish cooked with the Meles dough, the flavoured grilled large bear meat, the small fish salted and fermented, the boiled eggs of unidentified animals, the sweet and aromatic stewed blue Amantha fruit - and this time, even the raw meat of a vicious beast called the sea lion, in the salting of a small egg with a bright black colour.

"I just received a shipment from the capital the other day. The flesh of the sea lion has just melted from the ice, so even the people of the east won't be able to break their bellies. '

From this mountain of Tarez to the North Ice Sea, it is said to be roughly half a moon away. Therefore, it seems that seafood is sent from the capital of Mahydra in exchange for the meat, fur, etc. of the great bear.

Among them, the dish of salting sea lion meat and black eggs was a rare one that had only been seen to count for Schmiral, who had visited this settlement of Munapos only ten times.

"Come on, fill my belly, I think! To the friendship between Mahydra and Sim!

"To the friendship between Mahdra and Sim," he responded, adding a prayer to God in the language of his hometown, before the Schmirals raised their own cups.

It is a distilled liquor made of northern wheat that can withstand the cold in Mahydra.

The more throat you burn, the stronger the alcohol. but this intense alcohol was also comfortable for the Schmirals, who were doing different kinds of booze in different countries.

In the hall sits ten people of the Silver Kettle and the same number of hunters from the north. The human enthusiasm was also tremendous because there were five more women who were taking the dishes apart and pouring the liquor.

Also, the hunters of the north often laugh and eat well. No matter how quiet the eastern people remained, it was unlikely that the banquet hall would get lonely because one of them would make a scene for as many as three.

Schmiral likes a lively place.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have chosen raw as a traveler through countries.

So my brothers in Schmiral should have enjoyed this liveliness in the same way.

The people of the east consider it a disgrace to reveal their emotions.

Tears are allowed only when you lose your family.

In a meal setting just for my compatriots, no one speaks much.

That was the lesson of the people of the east, and the life of the people of the east.

It is also an irreplaceable raw to love.

But that's not enough - will only those who have the thought thus pop out of their homeland?

'... go ahead. It's a juicy dish with muffled bear organs.'

and a wood dish was placed in front of Schmiral.

One of the women, a young daughter with a slightly feeble eye, is breaking her knee behind Similar's nape.

'Thank you. Tion-Fall'

Calling him that way, his daughter opened her purple eyes wide.

"... have you remembered names such as me, Master Schmiral...?

"Yes. About ten more times, the settlement of Munapos, because I have visited '

It was supposed to be Tion-Fall, the youngest daughter of Uraia-Fall, the head of Munapos.

As a people in the north, bone making is thin, so it was particularly impressive.

So, only the tall ones were so slender and tall as the people of the north, that some of them were a little reminder of the people of the east if they were only in shape.

Against cheerful and extravagant men, the women of the North are many real and quiet women. Combining that part, all the more so, this Thion-Fall might have been said to be a daughter in keeping with the breeze of the eastern people.

'.. please, enjoy it before it cools'

'Yes, thank you'

Schmiral nods, takes the wood plate.

In the white, cloudy juice, the organs and vanilla of the big bear that had been smashed into pieces were sinking.

The muffled bear has a strong odor in every area because it eats not only nuts and roots, but also meat. For this reason, this organ is simmered with vanilla and distilled liquor.

I guess alcohol is flying due to heat, but the aroma is of distilled liquor. That's what makes it strong.

When I soaked the juice, the taste of vanilla tingled my tongue.

But for the people of the east, who deal more with large quantities of vanilla than the people of the north, nothing like it.

The juice was dissolved with the nourishment of the bear's organs, which, combined with the sweetness of the distilled liquor, seemed to warm the body from the inside out.

"It's very tasty"

When Schmiral let him tell him so, Tion-Fall smiled or fainted.

But I won't try to walk away from the spot for some reason.

Her seat is next to her father's, so she shouldn't be able to start her own meal without going back there.

"Schmiral. Me, the Sea Lion meat, first time."

And, from the opposite side, a fellow young man has called in the words of the west.

Seeing, the young man's plate is filled with meat of sea lions in bright red colour.

"Sea lion, it's delicious. I like it."

"Really?"

His eyes narrowed as he was relieved, and the young man carried the flesh of the sea lion into his mouth with wooden skewers.

It is a raw meat fillet, about half the size of a palm.

It was large but thin meat, so the young man puts it whole in his mouth.

That's how I chewed the meat several times - and the young man, perfectly, stilled the movement.

"Sea lion, smell of blood, strong, so this vanilla, I need"

Schmiral let him point to the small pot that accompanied him next to the wood plate.

Vanilla similar to Myrmu, which has a strong flavour, is carefully carved and formulated with brown fish soy. This seasoning is essential for the raw meat of sea lions.

The young man looked at Schmiral with a very quiet eye.

"Schmiral, it's terrible"

"Experience, it matters. I was surprised when I first ate, too."

The young man barely suppresses his emotions, but also chews the meat all the time.

I'm sure your mouth will be full of blood flavor.

Then Tion-Fall raised his surprise 'well' there.

'Master Schmiral plays like that, too. I'm sorry about the young people......'

Apparently, the language in the west remained incomprehensible, allowing me to perceive Schmiral's intentions.

Schmiral gave Tion-Fall a nod back.

'Yes. I stuck with a prank, I did. Reflection, I am'

'Well... you're like a child...'

Put your hands on your mouth and laugh when you dull.

Schmiral was impressed in his heart that Tion-Fall could laugh this way, too.

"Tion! We're running out of booze! Bring me something new from the barn!

And, Ulaya-Fall calls out loud.

Tion-Fall erased his smile and left the hall with 'Yes......'

Uraia-Fall calls out to Schmiral with a smile as it is.

'I don't know, a guest from the east. Is our feast enjoyable?

'Yes, we all enjoy it very much'

'Right. They can't move their expressions, so this is something that worries them.'

'I enjoy it a lot. The food, it's all delicious'

It was fake and sincere.

Everything is delicious, both meat and fish. The vegetables are somewhat lacking, but it is only possible because it is a Mahydra land pattern. To the east, to the west, and to the north, there is the practice of the north.

Besides, if vegetables had at least this much meat and fish, it could be considered a luxurious enough supper.

Salt can also be collected as much from the sea, so it is used plenty.

Unique to Munapos, which has a northern capital and a thick path of trade, this was supposed to be a lavish feast.

(For less vegetables, I'm sure you're getting nourishment from vanilla and this Meles)

Meles is a yellow fruit that, when boiled, sweetens, but the people of the north grind and powder it, tailoring it to a fuwano-like dough. Thanks to this grain, which grows well in the cold land, the people of the north were able to tailor all their wheat to distilled liquor.

Smoked fish wrapped in that Meles dough is rich in flavor and pleasant to chew on. In the territory facing the sea of Mahydra, this dish is said to be the staple food.

Big bear meat is baked with plenty of vanilla. This one is quite jawy tired and has a unique flavor that even vanilla can't erase, but if you try to make it an eastern people who know the smell of mountain-grown gamma, there was nowhere to repel.

Salted small fish and the like have an even more distinctive taste.

They soak and ferment small fish out of their guts and bones in salt, and then they ripen further into the vegetable oil, a subspecies of Leten.

The salt and flavors are intense, and the half-melt fish's body snaps into his tongue. The Silver Kettle is also an ingredient I buy, but only some of the favorites sought this out in the West Kingdom.

However, for the eastern people who prefer chit pickling, this doesn't taste bad either. I'm just impressed with the rarity of pickles made exclusively from fish meat.

White boiled eggs taste innocent.

I haven't heard the details because it can't be a product due to poor conservation, but I guess it's a seaside bird or some kind of egg. It has a rustic taste, not much different from the eggs of Kimmus.

And the people of the north shall eat this also with fish soy.

The fruit of Amantha is a sweet and sour fruit reminiscent of the fruit of Arrow.

The method is to apply it to the Meles dough that accompanies it on the side and eat it, and I think if you use sugar, honey, etc. from Jagal, it's going to be an excellent treat.

The salting of the shiny black and small eggs feels very salty but full of nourishment. The people of the north eat luxuriously shrugged with wooden spoons, but Schmiral liked to put this on Meles dough too and eat it.

And it's the raw meat of a sea lion.

This is also quite a delicacy if eaten in conjunction with the seasoning of fish soy and vanilla.

Rough lean meat with no fat, etc. If I bake it, I'm sure it'll be more than a big bear's bite. Originally for the people of the east, who are not in the habit of eating raw meat, it is a piece of great curiosity.

All this is delicious and rare.

What dish would Asta use these ingredients for - duh, I've thought about that.

(Some of the ingredients bought will be able to be brought back to Genos without selling out in the King's Capital of Selva. those are not castle towns, could Asta buy them)

Frequently, rare ingredients had been bought away by Cycleus, the nobleman of Genos, in words.

In the first place, the Silver Pot was treasured by Cycleus as one of the few chambers of commerce capable of handling Mahydra ingredients.

But if Cycleus is in a tranquil relationship with the people of the woods, it was Schmiral's heart that he doesn't want to continue doing business with that rogue opponent any more.

(It's not something I can decide on my own, but Cycleus antiquated his promise to buy away a knife. Radajid et al., let's discuss it closely)

While I was thinking about that, the food on the plate steadily diminished.

The red-faced Ulaya-Fall again cheerfully calls out to Schmiral.

'You're an exceptional drinker after a good business! It's a shame that your next visit is over a year away, Lord Commander!

Schmiral looked back at you, placing the wooden dish.

"Uraia-Fall, the head of Munapos. We, you, tell, there is. '

"Oh, what's the matter, maybe so?... well, there is no such thing as a people of the East!

Raise your voice and laugh lavishly.

As a businessman, Schmiral trusted and liked Ulaya-Fall, who had no backdrop to his temper.

It was therefore very painful to have to deliver such words.

"We, the Pot of Silver, are visiting the settlement of Munapos, and today we are going to be the last"

Uraia-Fall has rounded his eyes properly.

'What did you just say? I don't even remember the Northern language being fluent every time I showed my face and having so much trouble talking about business.'

"Silver Kettle, Business at Mahdra, Today, It's The Last Time"

From the hands of Ulaya-Fall, the cup falls.

"Well, what does that mean? What are their grievances... '

'Disgruntled, no. But I, the kingdom of the west, may come in.'

Now even those around him began to groan.

Whatever it is, it is a disturbing blur.

Tion-Fall and others have turned pale on their faces instead of their fathers.

"The people of the west, the territory of the north, to step in, is unacceptable. Serving God, transferring, only me, but the people of the west, if also one, business with Mahdra, becomes impossible '

"Stupid! Why are you willing to give your son-in-law to the people of the west and elsewhere - who are serious about abandoning their homeland and God!?

'Yes. I'm sorry, I feel strongly'

"Then if you pull yourself away from the Chamber of Commerce -"

That's how he said it, and Ulaya-Fall shut his mouth.

Radajid, the deputy commander, answers the interrupted words along the way.

'Schmiral, it's us, our countrymen. Schmiral, throw away Sim, sad, but we, throw away Schmiral, can't. Because of all the inconveniences of commerce, Captain, I'm going to take over, but Schmiral, it's going to continue to be a pot of silver.

'I know. They are from your father's generation. Schmiral, my father and his father used to do business with their hands. Many eastern merchants visit this Munapos, but there will be no other chamber of commerce that has brought us joy for so long as The Pot of Silver.

Unconsciously, Ulaya-Fall bites his lips.

"This Munapos lost his value as a battlefield from my grandfather's generation. For the Fall clan, who lost their chance to win a martial arts medal, it is now their job as hunters and the business that is based on it that is the place to fight. They are trustworthy comrades, but they also think they are incredibly good adversaries. '

"Yes."

'It is too shameful to lose them. Why don't you tell the people of the west to stay in business with us instead of being son-in-law?

It was a frank statement, like a people of the North.

In a battlefield where swords are used, there will be no more frightening enemies than the people of the north, but Schmiral, as a commercial opponent, had similar sentiments as Ulaya-Fall.

And this is also the path that Schmiral's father cut open.

Schmiral's chest ached as if he had been cut with a blade tip.

'I'm sorry, I feel strongly about it. But -- me, my feelings, my bending, I can't.'

I get strength between my eyebrows.

I'm sure you haven't been able to hide your emotions.

Schmiral stared back at Uriah-Fall's careless face with both fists on a wretched furry rug.

'It's a long time, the business that's been going on, that it's going to end, it's painful. I am sorry for Uraia-fal, the people of Munapos, the people of Mahdra, everyone, I think. It is sad that you, the edge, will be cut off. .. but my feelings, my bending, I can't'

"Right......"

Ulaya-Fall dropped his shoulder disappointingly.

"I know exactly how it feels. But it doesn't change the fact that they are important guests today. Enjoy the feast till the end. '

'... thank you'

Schmiral let him bow his head deeply toward Uraia-Fall.