The food was delivered only after about four and a half minutes had passed since then.

With that dish in his mouth, Varcus was to be tasted with great joy and great disappointment at the same time.

It is an unknown ingredient, and a joy that swept through it, and a disappointment that made him eat an impossible dish. Again, this large settlement saw a number of ingredients that had not been dealt with before, and yet it was cooked with extremely poor arms.

"No, they were all intriguing ingredients. If you put it in the hands of a human with more decent arms, you'll be able to cook wonderful dishes."

Tartumai, who had already finished eating, sighed deeply when Vulcus had said so after the meal.

"Lord Varcus, they served us these meals with pure generosity, didn't they? Isn't that too much of a thank you word?

"Yes, let me be frank because no one seems to unravel the words of the West on this occasion. I will leave it up to Lord Turtumai to tell them."

".. there is no way I can convey such disrespectful words"

"Now just tell me that they were all interesting ingredients"

Tartumai sighed again before delivering his words to the elder who sat in the front. The elder, who could follow the ladies to the left and right, nods with a solemn faceless expression.

"If it pleased me, it was above all. So, you're asking me how do I plan to do that after this?"

"Right. First of all, I would like to give you a taste of the ingredients preserved in this settlement. So.. now will you let me cook?

Turtumai frowned, "You cook?" I've been asking.

Varcus makes me nod "yes".

"I would like at least to thank the elders who have allowed me and others to stay. If you eat my dishes, will you also understand that I have come all the way to Sims?"

Tartumai shut his mouth for a while before preaching the word to his elders.

The elder is nodding heavily.

"Admitted, I said. At sunset, the family members will return, so I'm asking if I can get them to stick with me until then."

"I understand. How many?

The response was seven, including the elders. In addition to the two women in front of us, they have four families.

"Well, they're going to show you around."

of the women, slightly younger was up. Still, forty years old looks old. The other looked slightly younger than the elder, so I'm sure he's the elder's companion.

When I take him out of the tent, the women speak to Turtumai. Tartumai nodded one thing before looking back at Varcus.

"I'm going to show you to the pantry, but you want to know what ingredients."

"It's all there," Varcus responded, while Tartumai frowned again.

"Does everything mean everything about vanilla, vegetables and meat?

"No. Not only that, but also with regard to ingredients related to Gamma's milk, I would like to indulge you. Anyway, all the ingredients that exist in this settlement."

"... but even if you taste all the ingredients, let's have a limited amount of ingredients that you can actually use? Besides, you already know about aria, pla, etc., so there should be no point in inquisiting."

"No. If you don't know the state of the ingredients correctly, you won't be making delicious dishes. I would also like to see with this eye what condition the aria and pla are stored in"

Turtumai delivered the word to the women as she bit down the sigh.

The women remain faceless, tilting their little necks.

"If I looked around at all the ingredients, I would run out of time to make a meal," he said.

"Don't worry. I already have it in my head. Which guidelines are up, so it seems to depend on the ingredients."

And the first to be guided was a great tent.

However, although large, it is also not heavily embroidered in the book, rather as simple as it looks. Of course, Varcus had speculation as to why.

"This is the tent to keep the vanilla, isn't it? Oh, my chest just started pounding."

"Even from outside the tent, you can feel a tremendous scent.... Is it really okay to add or subtract your nose or throat?

"Yes, as I said before, my nose and throat will not repel the fragrance of the ingredients"

Varcus stepped into the book with great expectations in his chest.

Occasionally, the unparalleled pleasure surrounds the five bodies of Varcus.

Varcus sucked the pleasure all over his chest, no matter what he did to unwrap his collar.

The scene was full of a variety of vanilla aromas.

Some fragrances are known to Varcus, others are unknown. Sweet, spicy, bitter, sour, the roots of all the flavors were treading there.

"What is this bitter scent? Oh, this is the vanilla Lord Turtumai used to cook, too."

"It's a gigigi leaf. Originally, it was consumed as tea."

"This one, what about the red leaves? Similar to chit fruit, but with a more vibrant aroma."

"It's an ira leaf.... Is it something that you can use the vanilla you see for the first time and make delicious dishes etc?

"Let it be up to my arms. Oh, it's like this tent is a treasure trove"

The women told Tartumai something in a quiet voice.

I'll get back to you, and then Tartumai will turn to Varcus.

"You look a lot disturbed, but I'm worried if it's any worse."

"Goodbye and disturbing. Yes, but don't worry. Please tell me that I sincerely thank you for your kindness. .. what is this vanilla? Sounds pretty sour."

It seems that it was also a vanilla unfamiliar to Turtumai, who was to hear the answer from the women. There were as many as nine species of vanilla stored on this occasion, and only five species were known to Turtumai.

"Uhm. Interesting. By the way, is it possible to buy these herbs out?

".. These are food for the clan to live healthy, so we say they cannot be sold. Gamma's milk and cheese and dried meat will buy as much as you like."

"So where can I get these herbs?

This question required some time.

Yeah, but not like this. After an exchange, Tartumai turns back to Varcus.

"They say selling vanilla is a clan that lives more in the middle of the meadow. Vanilla must also be valuable because this area is still a periphery."

"Really? So, including the rent, can't you sell these? If you buy the same vanilla from the center with the silver coins I pay, they won't starve either, will they?

"... From here to the center, it will take a few days in Totos. At that rate, it's a lot of money."

"But I suppose it would be quicker for me not to have tototoss than to plunge into the middle of the meadow."

When Tartumai uttered the word, the women were shaking their heads beside each other.

"That requires the forgiveness of the elders, he says. He also says that if your elders are satisfied with the meal you make, they may be able to wish that way without clapping."

"Really? Now let's put more on our arms."

Afterwards, it took almost a moment to get the vanilla guide.

Varcus asks the question, Turtumai tells it, and the women answer. It is its repetition. It was also to take longer to ask Tartumai himself about the five varieties of vanilla known to him.

"You used Gigi leaves in a juice dish, didn't you? Do you sometimes treat them with baked goods dishes, etc?

"No. Non rarely bakes meat or vegetables in the first place. It's easier to simmer in a pan than to put it on fire."

"Really? If I finished this into a meat dish garment, I wonder if I would get a pretty unique taste... is this possible to use it raw without smoking it?

"There's nothing you won't be able to do, but the flavor will fade away. Gigi leaves get this much flavor not just by drying them, but by frying them dry."

"Oh, I see. That kind of hassle varies from vanilla to vanilla, too. So these ira leaves..."

And, there was nowhere to end up in the exploratory mind of Varcus.

If possible, as much as I would like to discuss it overnight. If there were nine species of unknown vanilla, it was also taken for granted.

But today, we must serve dinner to the elders. The authentic inquisition was a pleasure after I bought it myself, and now I had to have only minimal knowledge in hand.

After about a moment of that, I think I get my hair pulled back, after the vanilla tent. Next was confirmation of the ingredients based on dried meats and vegetables and gamma milk.

"Speaking of which, I had one suspicion"

And on the way, Varcus let me mention it.

"I have not spoken of the likeness of Fuwano since I visited Sim. In the settlements we've visited so far, we've been served dumplings that have shredded nuts and so on."

"I guess that's true. Sim's soil doesn't seem to be suitable for growing fuwanos."

"But Lord Turtumai and these settlers, you don't even use nut dough. Fuwano should have nourishment that cannot be compensated for by other ingredients, but how do the people of the meadows compensate for it?

Varcus lets the words overlap as he clasps crates filled with arias and pras. Turtumai, who was watching the way it looked around the entrance to the tent, looked up to explore his memory.

"but... if you're a richer central clan, you'd be eating something called Chaska"

"Is it Chaska? What kind of ingredient is that?

"Nor has Nong ever been to the center of the meadow, so I will not know. .. do you also want Chaska?

After much thought, Varcus let him shake his head "no".

"Of course I'm not exhausted with any ingredients, but so far I'm full of vanilla. Besides, even if you taste ingredients that aren't treated in Genos, the benefits will be small."

Today Genos is being bullied into the distribution of ingredients by the Lord of the Count Turan family. And since Turan is a territory known for its trade in Fuwano, it was thought that it would reject ingredients that threatened its peace of mind.

(Well, if Count Turan is replaced any day, those tides will change. Before that, vanilla first)

In conclusion as such, Vulcus turned to Tartumai.

"So how do the people on the border, starting with you, get a similar nourishment to Fuwano? You're not thin because you're not eating them, are you?

"The eastern people visiting the western territories should all be people living in the middle of the meadows. Those people are also skinny, so it doesn't matter. .. nourishment similar to fuwano is probably obtained from the roots of Yanmul"

"Really? So the root of Yanmur is an essential ingredient for the people on the border."

"Yes, but if you dig back Yanmul too much, you will also lose the leaves you eat of the gamma. For the people of the meadows to live with the gamma, the feeling of discipline is crucial."

"I see. So the root of Yanmul is not in circulation at all to Selva,"

Then Janmur's roots cannot be brought back to Genos either.

That also meant that the harmony of the flavours of Tartumai, elaborated with the roots of Yanmul as the main body, was useless in Genos.

(That's a shame at all.... but it makes no difference that he has the power to achieve vanilla harmony. With tongues, arms and sensibilities that can create all that harmony, it should be any advantage in application, etc.)

Convinced that way, Vulcus said, "Well."

"Now we have more or less an idea of the state of preservation of these ingredients as well. I think I'll finally get to cooking."

"Yes, I wish you a good fight"

"No, I'd like you to help me as well as pray"

Turtumai narrowed her eyes cautiously.

"Why, Noon? This is your story, isn't it?

"Of course it is, but cooking a seven-member meal in the time left is quite difficult. Including me and you, it'll be nine."

This is a lie. There was no inconvenience in Vulcus alone, as the cooking path was ready. Varcus just wanted to see Turtumai actually cook.

"... it sounds terrible, Lord Varcus, but I can't give you any wisdom."

"Yeah, I understand. If you work as I instruct, that will suffice."

"I understand," Turtumai said to me after a period of silence.

"Now let's be your hands and feet. I'm also responsible for bringing you to this settlement."

"Yes, thank you very much"

Thus both names were led to the cook of this settlement.

Even so, it is just a place with clay scarves set up by the river. Although it was only the leather roof that was stretched over the head, there is no such thing as a wall. It was a blowing outdoor cook.

"This is a much worse environment. I'm also convinced you can only cook crude dishes."

........

"Now let's start cooking. Is there no cooking knife?

The guided women have offered sharp and pointy pieces of stone.

To the proper Varcus, Tartumai said, "How have you been?" He asks.

"In the meadows, iron is extremely valuable. If it's in the middle of a meadow doing business with the king's capital or the people by the sea, that's not the case.. Few people will use iron tools in this neighborhood"

"Really? So, what about pots and stuff?

Tartumai has been pointing to which side of the Kama is placed.

It is an earthen pot, made of clay, just like Kamado.

"I see... but Lord Turtumai had a fine iron pot and cooking knife, didn't he?"

"That will be what we bought in Selva before moving to the meadows. Let's just say we've been using it for 20 years."

"Really," he replied, "Varcus couldn't stop his mouth from being distorted.

Turtumai said, "What's up?" and makes a worried face.

"You look like you can't laugh or cry... what the hell is wrong with you?

"I don't know. It's a delightful, pitiful, indistinguishable feeling, even for me."

Varcus, a Castle Town cook, cooks outdoors with a stone knife and a pot of dirt. To its fate, Varcus was as comfortable as being tickled through the contents of his belly.

".. then may I lend you the iron pot and knife of Non?

Tartumai suggested it that way, but Varcus let him shake his head with the thought of a severance.

"Then you may find that you were able to lump up delicious dishes because of your excellent tools. I must prepare delicious dishes with the same tools and ingredients as they do."

"Really? Well, I'll make sure you're convinced."

"Yes, we will."

Varcus managed to calm his feelings, while turning to Tartumai.

"Now let's start cooking. Let's start with the vanilla."

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After a few moments, Varcus and Tartumai sat in the tent of the elders.

There are also seven members of the family. The elders, and their companions, and their sons, and their companions, who want to bequeath, and their three grandchildren. The grandchildren were all teenagers, but they were all taller than Vulcus.

"I squeezed all the power I could and made what seemed like the best dish this evening. I hope you like it."

Tartumai translates Varcus' greeting, and the elder nods heavily.

"They all seemed to follow Sims' fashion and relieved, he said.... you must have judged it that way because of the scent of vanilla"

"Yeah, I guess they don't have the power to sniff out minor differences."

Naturally, the words were never told to the elders.

But it feels like a lot of thick light is floating in the elder's eyes.

"... but you seem to have wasted a lot of your precious vanilla," he said.

"Yes, it's the first ingredient I deal with, so I wouldn't cook decent food without overlapping my failures. Did you pay for the copper coins you wasted and are you dissatisfied with anything?

"The idea of solving everything with copper coins will not dwell on the temperament of the eastern people. Apparently, we should apologize here."

If Tartumai were to state that, it would not have been as Varcus either.

"Not only did my arms fail, they wasted precious ingredients. Please forgive me."

When Varcus put his hand on the floor and drooled his head, that seemed to soften the elder's gaze.

If you want to keep your head down, it's cheap as a Vulcan. More than that, I wanted you to start dinner now before the food cooled down.

"I'm very excited to see what the meal you've painstakingly made so far looks like."

That's how dinner finally started.

An elder chants something in a low voice, and a family of six recites it. Even in some of the settlements visited by Varkas, few houses uttered such wording.

After finishing that chant, the elders first take up the wood dish on the front.

What was on there was a flavored grill of dried gamma meat.

The salt used in the dried meat was bought from the pedestrians, and the contents were the same as the rock salt known to Varcus.

The dried meat is processed so that it can be used in the mouth even as it is, but the flavor becomes richer when baked. Baking with more vanilla seems to be the norm in this settlement. Therefore, the elder carried the dried meat into his mouth without any doubt.

That eye opens with excitement.

Even with all that movement, it was quite unusual as a people in the east.

.... ....

".. why is this dried meat so rich in flavor?"

"Isn't that a question that even you can answer?

The dried meat was prepared by Tartumai at the behest of Varcus.

I add shredded vanilla to the boiled vegetable juice and cook it over the top with more vanilla flames. That's all fine work, but dried meat cooked with vanilla without any fine work shouldn't have yielded this much flavor.

"If you were surprised by the dish of dried meat, which has only the easiest finishing touches, you'd be fortunate."

While stating so, Varcus decided to split the juice dish from his hand. This tent had a kamado for insulation, so I kept the earthen pot warm there.

"The main dish will be this juicy dish. Enjoy yourselves."

A juicy dish in a bright red hue can be delivered to everyone.

The person who spoke of it had all eyes open to surprise.

The young people and others express their opinions in an irrelevant tone, and they treat it like a father. The people of the east are ashamed of putting their emotions on the table.

The juice dish was dominated by the roots of Yanmul. If this was a substitute for Fuwano, you couldn't have used it, and that was also an assumption from the beginning.

Four varieties of vanilla are used there, the vegetables are Aria only and the meat is made of dried meat from wild birds. There were also stores of dried meat from wild birds and snakes in this colony's pantry.

It is the fruit of the chit and the leaves of the irritation that are responsible for the nucleus of spiciness, and the leaves of the coarsely crushed gigigi are responsible for the mellow fragrance. The acidity was gamma whey and another vanilla, some sweet fruits resembling lambs, so Varcus was adding that too. In this land, where no sugar or honey existed, only its fruit was a precious sweetness.

However, there is also a slight sweetness in the whey of Yanmul roots and gamma, so it is finely worked on the fruit in harmony with it. They seared the surface of the fruit that was originally dried, added a little fragrance, then combined it with whey, and threw it into the pan. Such craftsmanship should also have had little effect on the harmony with spiciness, bitterness and acidity.

There was also a slight odor in the dried meat of wild birds, so it is treated by washing it with another vanilla and milk wine. Since the smell of meat finished as dried meat could not be removed later, the smell was transformed into flavor by finishing with those ingredients.

".. the elders are asking if this is really a meal made solely of ingredients found in this settlement"

"That's a question you can answer, too. Besides, even your son's partner will be able to answer."

The women watched the Vulcas cook all the time. It's a meal served to the elders, so I guess that's natural. They just don't tell me to look poisonous, I guess I'm lucky.

"It's an extremely crude finish, but for me this evening, that's the result of the best. I'm sorry to disturb you, but I hope you'll forgive me."

Varcus made me state it that way, but Turtumai didn't try to translate it.

"The words may sound disgusting through humility. You know how surprised the elders are, don't you?

"Yes, but as far as I'm concerned, it's a glory to be reluctant to let people out. If this were my cook, you'd be throwing it all in the scraps."

With that said, Vulcus takes a mindless sigh.

"But under limited time and a poor environment, this is my best shot. There is no falsehood in the word that you have done everything in your power."

"You... you have a really great sense of talent. I truly admire you."

Tartumai dusted his mouth all the time.

He is not a people of the east, but it is rare to move his expression so clearly so far.

"And I was also amazed at the content of that meal. This was conceived on the basis of the meal that Non served that night."

"Yes, only the newly added ingredients are vanilla used with the smell removal of dried meat and sweet fruit. Other than that, I'm referring to your dishes"

"However, this dish feels so delicious that it can't be compared to Non's crude meals, etc. So much for a cook."

"There are not so many cooks in Genos. If it were you, the store would open tomorrow."

After stating so, Vulcus let his knees advance.

"But even if you open the store now, it is said to be slightly superior among the elephants. Learn from me, and you will be second only to me."

Turtumai opened her eyes as if she were heartily surprised.

"Are you still saying such things? Wasn't it just a testament to the fact that you didn't need the help of Non?"

"That's not true. If I hadn't met you, this dish wouldn't have been born. So this is me and you working together."

Varcus remained emotional, taking Tartumai's hand.

Turtumai frowns as if in the extreme of perplexity.

"Of course, in such a bad environment, this is the only dish I've ever cooked.. If me and you cook together in the castle town of Genos, we should be able to make anyone feel better. That's all you have."

"No, but Non..."

"I don't like hanging out with people, do I? Isn't that what I'm saying?"

Varcus tried to put it that way with all his might.

"I am sticky, and I do not feel unfettered by it, nor do I want friendship from you. But I can give you a place."

"... where?

"Yes, my disciple, this is the place. It is wrong for a man as talented as you to be buried in the field. You have helped me with my work today, and I am sure of it. You should live as a cook in Genos."

........

You said, "You were born in Iraq, but you don't have a home anymore. Then make Genos your home. And to welcome thee into the city of Castle, thou shalt narrow thy wisdom, but I will do something about it. Work with me as a disciple, Lord Turtumai"

Tartumai stared at Varcus' face with black eyes.

From its mouth, words filled with sadness are eventually spewed out.

"Non... Non's mother was mauled by the people of the east. That's why I was born. Still, my mother had mercy on Non... but every time she saw the people of the east of Non, she would have been in fear in her heart. So Noon was not in the mood to change God to the east... nor could he boast of his life."

"That's a terrible story. I thought the people of the east were all pure."

"So it was only for the people of the meadows.. It was the people of the mountains of Gerd who attacked the mother of Non"

There are seven clans in Sims, roughly divided into four people. That is the people of the stone capital, the people of the meadows, the people of the seaside, the people of the mountains - and that is how much knowledge Varcus had.

"I'm sure Noon couldn't find a place in Iraq because he couldn't be proud of his raw... so Noon decided to expose the meadow for twenty years"

"Then live with pride. With me, it should be possible. You're a rare cook."

Varcus puts so much effort into his fingertips that he grabbed Tartumai's hand.

"If thou art in my stead, I will not desire any more heights. That's why I'm saying these words. I have lived thirty years and this is the first time I have ever craved another. I need you, and you need me, Lord Turtumai."

"... that's what you say when you say you're not willing to make friendships"

"Yes, if you're looking for a friend, look no further. All I can give you is a place as a cook."

Tartumai was so relieved.

"It's a terribly cold word for some to hear, but I feel enthusiastic as if I'm trying to dictate who I'm going to be with"

"For me, I'm trying to welcome someone more important than that. I don't need a friend or a partner, but I need you."

Tartumai waved Varcus' hand off with soft force.

"Non had lost sight of his existence for twenty years. It seems difficult to cover it up for three days or so."

"Really? Then let me stay in Sim until you accept."

"It's dangerous. Aren't you feverish again? If you stay in Sims like this, your life may be in danger."

"But you can't go back to Genos with this kind of mood"

Turtumai nodded one with a gentle smile.

"Let us take you to Genos in the Luggage Car of Non. Whether or not you can move your mind during that month.. if you don't mind, try it"

"I understand. Now, let me buy you some vanilla in this settlement at all costs."

When Varcus answered that way, the elders came forward with a voice.

Turtumai smiles and tells me what it is about.

He said, "What are you talking about seriously without eating?"

"Please answer appropriately. I will lie down for a moment."

As Turtumai pointed out, Varcus had another fever. I guess I ran out of strength because I did my job sharpening my nerves to the extreme in a windy, harsh environment. My head was sore to crack with cancer and my whole body was hot as fire.

(But I could make a foothold in convincing Tartumai. If we can bring him home, it won't be as good as that)

I could hear the elders talking about something, but I don't know what it means because it's an eastern word anyway. While considering it a melodic lullaby, Varcus decided to close his eyelids.

It was roughly four years after Vulcus, who welcomed Tartumai as his disciple, became known as the three main cooks of Genos - it was roughly nine years later that he met an odd cook named Asta of Fa's house.

If it had been nine years before I met Asta, I'm sure Varcus would have hoped to be a disciple. But for Varcus, who completed his culinary mould in his encounter with Turtumai, the name Asta was nothing short of heteromorphic. It was also the same thing, even to the presence of Michelle, which I found out about five years before Asta.

Tartumai became disciples and Asta and Michel became good enemies. I guess that was the destiny ordained by Western God.

Without knowing that he would catch such thoughts afterwards, Vacarcus fell asleep that night amid the pain of fever and the fullness with which he met Tartumai.