The next day - it is the second day of the green moon.

Guards were still to be elected Lyada-Lu and Barsha.

People involved with Luu and Fa, who do not participate in the giva hunting job, and yet stand on their arms, only existed under both names.

Lyada-Lou, however, is a man who, even though he pulled himself away from the hunter's work, was once one of the best in the Lou family. It was a story that although I could not fly or run because I hurt my leg muscles, I had not even dropped my arm at all when it came to handling the knife.

Balsha, after all, falls a step compared to hunters by the woods, but is still a bent hunter who was dealing with gauje leopards in the mountains of Masala. Moreover, she was so accustomed to touring various towns as part of the bandit Red Beard Party that she seemed apt to be an escort at this time.

Whatever it is, no matter how many escorts your opponent has in the army of 200, you can't say it's safe, and also, there's inherently nowhere in the world where you can get obsessed with those people. No matter how arrogant and arrogant the people of the King's capital were, we did not dare to do business with the law of the kingdom.

"... so far, there's been no strange noise in town."

After I went down to Inn Town, Barsha snapped like that as I walked for The Kimmus Tail Pavilion.

"If a soldier from Wangdu stays, the outlaw will grow up more. It's more common to be at peace than usual."

"What worries me is that it's a rough gathering of mercenaries."

"Um, but, you know, a mercenary is a king's army, right? Besides, if it's the kind of people who get thrown away and pawned in battle, if it's the ones who've escorted the nobles so far, there's gotta be humans. Otherwise, nobles won't be able to rely on escorts."

That's for sure, maybe Barsha was right.

But we were suddenly cautioned before we started doing business.

When he arrived at Kimmus's Tail Pavilion and called people at the reception desk, Terrier-Mass, with a bright blue face, popped up.

"Good morning, gentlemen. Come on, get on the table."

"Duh, what's going on, Terrier-Mass? You look like a sick person."

"Oh, the story is, outside.. now the soldiers are still asleep.."

We were pushed halfway through the back and taken out of the inn.

Ask Terrier-Mass about the situation while being guided to the warehouse behind it that way.

"Actually... with the soldiers and another customer last night, it's been a lot of noise..."

"A lot of noise? What the hell is wrong with you?

"I don't know specifically, but one of our customers seems to have thrown a complaining voice at the soldiers.. at the end of the day, it has become a brawl involving people in the inn"

Terrier-Mass thus laid his hands flat weakly on his bloody cheeks.

"So... my father, who tried to trick the customer, got caught up in the noise... and suffered a hand wound to his head and shoulder..."

"Yeah? Mi, is Milan-Math okay?

"Yes...... my head wasn't even a major injury...... my left shoulder has been boned off and I am still resting in my room"

I lost my word.

Terrier-Mass smiles weakly, "It's okay," he said.

"My doctor said that if I had been at rest for half a month, it would be better soon, so... nothing to worry about"

"So, but in the meantime, Terrier-Mass has to compartmentalize the inn, right? Did the noisy soldiers move to another inn?

"No. Rather, the other guests have moved the inn.... It wasn't even a story about the soldiers..."

"Is that true? You didn't spill your eyes because you're from King's Landing, did you?

Terrier-Mass nodded "Yes," as Barsha clasped his words.

"Me and my father were stuck in the cook at first, so I didn't make sure with my own eyes... perhaps customers who disliked things like nobility and martial arts officers made it difficult for soldiers. Last night, there were a lot of customers who seemed a little distracted..."

"Right. Well, then, there's no better way to treat mercenaries."

While stating so, Barsha slapped Pong and Terrier-Mass on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry about your father. Are you all right?

"Yes, I would like to do my job for my father."

"Are you sure you're okay? If there's anything I can do to help you, don't hesitate to say it."

To my words, Terrier-Mass shook his head sideways saying no.

Although weak, there is a smile on its face.

"This is not the first time innkeepers make a scene. I will protect Kimmus's Tail Pavilion while my father can't move."

Terrier-Mass was supposed to be eighteen the same age as me.

She is usually a little introverted and doesn't even have to show her how much she is, but there was no light of stray or frightened in her eyes.

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"Not even a king's soldier! Those people are with the town outlaws if you take off your armor!

Some time later, since the stall business had begun, it was Balan's amusement that was so twitchy.

"This is the first town I've ever visited, with a big face! All they have to do is put a tent on the side of the road and push it into it! With these people, the food will be worse!

"Well, calm down, old man. I don't even know where or who's listening."

Aldas smiled bitterly and scolded him. Such sights were a great nostalgia for me.

But now, I can't even pretend to be emotional.

"I knew you were going to accommodate the soldiers of Wangdu even in The Great Tree Pavilion in the South. Didn't it make any noise?

"That's not so much noise. At least it didn't end up like getting a guard."

The Great Tree Pavilion in the South is an inn for the people of Jagal. So many people in Jagal have direct feelings, so you couldn't possibly not worry about me.

"However, a lot of people hate the people of the South because of the Kings of the West. In that sense, it wasn't weird to see blood whenever it made a scene."

"Oh, really? But Selva and Jagal are friends, aren't they?

"Yeah, but when a guy called the Grand Duchy of Zerado teases me there, things just get different."

That was, for me, the first name I heard of a country.

Or we were talking about this continent being dominated by the four kingdoms, so we didn't think there was a "country" other than that.

"Zerad is what we call an independent state. It was founded by a royal mortal who banished the King's Capital to the west, and it holds the capital in the middle of the King's Capital and Jagal. So, Jagal has a deeper itch with the Grand Duchy of Zerad than the King's Capital in the west. There's no difference between a Zelad and a friendly Selva."

And Alglad, the king's capital of Selva, apparently is still engaged with the Grand Duchy of Zerad. With regard to that battle, Jagal took a completely non-interference position, but the story was that it was only with Jagal that Zerad was able to gain enough power to be independent in the first place.

"So, well, the soldiers of the King's Capital in the west have become hostile to Jagal. I've never seen a soldier in Wang Du before, but I could feel that he wasn't just a flair."

"Were you... Then you're even more worried..."

"Oh, my God, that being said, you can't turn Jagal against your enemies. If we do that, Jagal could join hands with the Grand Duchy of Zelad to destroy the King's capital in the west, right? So, at best, it's enough to throw me a hateful word."

That being said, Aldas showed more white teeth.

"By and large, we grew up in Nerwia, and neither Zerad nor the King's Capital matters. I don't know what a mess it is in a place that takes more than a month in a toss like that. Even the people who wrap their crumbs around the inn will soon understand that."

"Hmm! You don't get a penny for hitting each other with those idiots!

"Yes, yes. We don't get into fights over what happened. So if they kick Genos out, we won't be in business, and we won't be able to eat Asta's food."

Aldas smiled and looked down at the old man.

"You too, you said earlier that cooking would be bad, but that didn't happen, did it? Giva food at the inn was great, too."

"Uhm! It was the same dedication as last year, but the taste was exceptionally better! Let's give him a compliment!

"Oh, thank you, I'm afraid."

"Besides, Naudis cooked quite well, too. I'm surprised you were able to cook such fine Giva dishes until Naudis."

For the Ardas, it seemed to be of greater interest to them than the soldiers of the King's capital.

With all due respect for that, I've decided to cut the slaughter story off, too.

"It was just yesterday at the end of the day off, so it was the" Giva's Horned Stew "day, wasn't it? That was a story about selling out fast, could you guys order it?

"Oh, that was extraordinarily delicious! We talked about work at the inn all the time yesterday, so there was nothing to eat. Well, you need to be careful about selling out in the future."

"Hmm! We talked about that dish every six days, right? Then you just have to get the job done that day!

With your cheerful whispering voice, I could finally laugh "haha" too.

Perhaps this was my first laugh when I went down to Cebu Town today.

"We will now take your order. Today's daily dish is called" Deep-fried Grilled Giva, "and it's great for everyone in Jagal."

"Oh, I can't wait to smell this fragrant smell! Let's get the number of people!

The main team of architects led by the old man was eight, but they will increase the number of workers on the ground, so they are fumbling up to more than twenty today. Finishing "Fried and Grilled Giva" for all of them was quite a big job.

While waiting for it, Raina-Lou, who worked in two neighboring stalls, called on the ladies.

"This time of year, I'm selling" Gibba-Ga "instead of" Gibba's Flavored Grill ". But there must have been some people who didn't really like 'Bubba-Bubba-Bubba-Bubba', right?

"Yeah? What dish we don't like...... oh, is that the dish you cooked round the chopped meat? Sure enough, you were complaining."

Answering that way, Aldas chuckled "Oh".

"Daughter, I remember you. I don't think I saw him yesterday."

"Yes, I have a street job for a day"

"Right or right. But you often remember what we talked about last year?

"Yes, that was the first time I've interacted with the people in town, so I'm also strongly impressed"

That being said, Raina-Lou smiles uncontrollably.

Aldas smiled and nodded, too, then turned to me.

"Hey, I kind of feel the other daughters' expressions have softened up. I'm surprised you're laughing with such a cute face."

"Right. I think we've been in business for almost a year and our view of the people in town has changed a lot."

When I answered that, Aldas laughed with such pleasure.

"I think that kind of asta has changed a lot, too. Even though your expression is soft, I don't know... you have a more stomached face than before. The corners got rounded, but it felt sturdy."

"Yeah? Was I that horny before?

"No, he was polite, but I think he had such a challenging eye. Nothing, not in a bad way."

If you ask me, at the beginning of the store and now, my feelings should have changed a lot.

Back then, while I was concerned about the existence of the Sung family and Cycleus, I was burned by the willingness to make this business a success at any cost. Relationships with the people of the town were volatile, and there were parts of me that lived by hand.

"Ma, it's natural to grow up if you're 17 or 8. You're already a businessman, Asta."

Leaving those words behind, Aldas headed for the Blue Sky Dining Room.

"Hey," the old man says as he receives the "Fried Grilled Giva" wood dish.

"Surely you are a big businessman. So why don't you stick your neck in a mess that won't add to your money anymore?

"... that's about the soldiers of the King's Capital, isn't it?

"Oh. They didn't even seem interested in cooking Giva, so maybe they won't even come close to this stall, but it doesn't involve those guys"

That's how the old man and the other members walked away with their dishes.

I throw new meat in an iron pot while my chest is shaken by different emotions.

Then some time later, when the sun was near Jomtien, a familiar figure emerged from the south side of the street.

It is a line of forest chiefs heading to Castle Town.

I guess the Graf-Zazas headed for Castle Town on the north road. There was only one luggage truck, and it was Gazran-Rutim who was pulling the reins.

The people of the town are a bit obsessed with the appearance of hunters by the woods that are out of time.

But Gazran-Rutim threw a gentler smile at us, while walking straight through the street.

"Some of those carriers are Donda-Lou, right?

And, Balsha, the escort, calls from behind.

"Yeah. Plus Dari-Sautti and the parents of Fou and Baim should be there. At the meeting with the nobles, the three chiefs and their two parents, together with Gazran-Rutim, are to accompany them."

"Hmm. If the Zazas fit, as many as six parents would have left the woodland at this time. I thought maybe I could take a more frequent break, but I think it would be better for us."

My mood was similar to Balsha's.

I guess even if the parents take a day off or so, it doesn't create that much of a hindrance to their giva hunting jobs. But I took it for granted that the nobles of the King's Capital were angry to try to interrupt their giva hunting work as if it were harassment.

(What the hell kind of discussion would that be today? After all, will Malstein be present on the spot? I just want Mel Fried and Pol Earth to manage to be present...... yeah, I'm worried)

That's how when I sighed, they called me "Master Asta".

They don't call me like that. That was Shayla, Jan's cooking assistant, as a servant of the Count Dalaim family.

"Oh, Shayla. What the hell is wrong with you today?

"Yes, Mr. Asta and Mr. Tool-Din have spoken to me."

"Huh? Wah, it's me?

Tool-din, who had a sale of 'Kel Grill' in the next stall, looks back at it with amazement.

"Yes, I won't let you have time, would you mind?

Shayla looked kind of cheerful, too.

Me and Tour-Din leave the stalls to each other, relative to Shayla.

"Actually, it's about the confectionery that Master Tour-Din is delivering to Princess Odifia..."

"Ah, yes. Promise was supposed to be tomorrow."

"Yes, I'd like you to deliver your sweets to Tanto's Grace Pavilion for a while... so is there a problem?

Tour-Din nodded "yes" with an anxious face.

"This one is perfectly fine...... in Castle Town, is something wrong?

"Yes, as you all know, visiting teams from the Wang capital are now staying in the castle.. so it seems that they are looking a lot harder on the inside of Genos"

Shayla also said so with a face that was likely to sigh again.

"So I guess I shouldn't be too public about the fact that the Marquis of Genos people are going out of their way to the Inn Town to buy sweets from the people by the woods... that's why I settled in."

"Oh really... Yes, I understand. I can give Odifia sweets, and then anything else."

"Thank you. .. The truth is, until the visiting team left Genos, we talked about whether we should also refrain from buying Tul-din sweets."

That said, Shayla finally took a sigh of relief.

"It's just... Princess Odifia, who heard that, she couldn't even say a word of discontent, she was just in tears... so Master Melfried decided that she could buy confectionery in this way too"

"Really......" Thur-din got annoyed while answering.

"As always, we will take responsibility for the dishes that Asta is delivering to Arishna. If there seems to be any problem again, I will come to tell you what I have to say... thank you for your continued support."

"Yes, it's nice to meet you"

Shayla graciously walked away from us.

To Tour-Din, who's stuck in his eye with the back of his hand, I said, "Are you okay? call."

"Yes. Excuse me. If you imagine Odifia crying, tears will flood you to me..."

That's how Tour-Din smiled with the right look when he raised his face.

"But I'm glad I couldn't forbid you to deliver the confectionery. Tomorrow will be filled with sweets that will please Odifia"

"Yeah, you're right," I smiled back, too.

At that time - from across the street, disturbing blurring came through.

Really, from behind "Asta! be called."

"If you're done talking, can you come back here? If it's too scattered, it's a hassle for us to do our job."

It was the voice of Barsha.

I don't know why, but I'm going back to the stall with Tour-Din.

In the meantime, the disturbing blurring seemed to be slowly approaching us.

"Looks like the sleeping mercenaries woke up. How graceful of you to be able to sleep until this hour."

Barsha, who had refrained behind the stall, had his eyes on the south side of the street with a mundane grin.

People walking round and round are stopping at the edge of the road in a hurry. That's how I saw all ten men approaching us from the gap where they were born.

Armor, etc., is not wrapped. Everyone, however, is wearing the same style of attire, with a splendid long sword down his waist. It was not difficult to imagine that it was the soldiers of the king's capital who took off their armor.

The men are walking, spreading to the side with a lowly laugh.

And - the group stood in front of our stall without getting lost.

"Hmm, was this the Giva food stall? I saw it yesterday, but it's expanding a lot."

The man, apparently a leader, said that out loud.

The customers who were lined up in front of the stall get dispersed like spider children.

That didn't seem to bother him, and the man uttered an even more astonishing word.

"So, Asta of Fa's house, a migrant people, that you lived in a settlement by the woods. He looks so cute again."

That's what the man said as he straightened out about me.