"This Kimmus dish is extremely unproductive"

And Arvach said unto Behett, Behett, that thou mayest speak of the meal of the inn.

The carving is already at night and the dining room of the inn is busy with the travellers. But no merchant of Sim seemed to be found, so no one would have been able to hear the words east of Alvach. Still, Nanaquem was to raise his voice, 'Alvach', in order to restrain his compatriots.

"It's unlikely that such a sumptuous dish will be served in such an end-of-place inn. Just keep your mouth shut."

"But wasn't we talking about this lodging being the highest quality lodging in Behett?

Alvach's blue eyes are turned towards his squire, who was silently eating the dish. Once his hands were down on his knees, the squire offered a respectful eulogy: 'Yes'.

"We've checked with several residents, so we're pretty sure this inn is the best quality in Behett."

'So how can you be served such an impossible dish? Is culinary excellence as important in an inn as making a bedroom?

"is.. it seems that Master Alvach is right"

Nanaquem decided to raise his voice 'Alvach' again, as the man of his squire became more and more likely.

'Even if you complain like that, the taste of the dish is not going to change. In this lodging town called Behett, this lodging is the best lodging and this dish is the best cuisine. "

'But this behet is less than a day away in Totos from Genos. Even though all that quality food is served in Genos, the quality of the food is so low -'

"What Alvach said in Genos would be dishes from Castle Town and the woods? It should not be compared to the cuisine of the Inn Town '

"No. Asta, the house of the people of Tarufa by the woods, also opens a stall in the lodging town. In other stalls and lodgings, meals should be served accordingly. Otherwise, the Inn Town of Genos may be too busy. '

Alvach said so with momentum that was still going to spill his emotions.

Then turn your gaze towards Pratica, who was eating on the opposite side of the two squires.

"It's Pratica. Say without words how you know this dish. '

'Yes, unfortunately, it seems hard to judge it a delicious dish'

Pratica answered that way, looking straight back at her husband, Alvach.

'It must be extremely unwieldy for immatures like me to say this.. everything seems inadequate, both salting and heating and handling the vanilla they use'

'Um, you're right. In the first place, the meat dish of Kimmus-'

As Alvach's long and wide tongue was about to begin, Nanaquem rushed to snap his mouth.

'So even if you complain like that about the end-of-place inn town dishes, it doesn't make sense. This Kimmus meat dish was worth three red copper coins, right? Isn't it worth the price?'

'No. If it were Asta, even three red copper coins would be able to serve satisfactory dishes'

That being said, Alvach sighed deeply.

'After all, shouldn't we have gone all night for Genos? If it were our tototos, we would have reached it before dawn'

"Reach before dawn, what do we do? The bouncing bridge of the castle gate is given away, and the inn of the lodging town will fit when it is quiet and sleeping."

"But you might be able to eat Giva food at the same time as dawn."

"We are already three days ahead of the main unit. There's no reason to be so unscrupulous. '

Alvach stuck his mouth in dissatisfaction.

This is already Alvach's disease. Even though he was in a good mood when he left his hometown and elsewhere, as Genos approached, a bad bug made a scene. The expectations of the delicious cuisine that awaits in Genos are transforming into dissatisfaction with the status quo.

(I don't have any reliable friends like this if I don't even get involved with delicious food...)

Alvach will eventually become the lord of Ger. It possesses the style and power it deserves, and Nanaquem, who will eventually be lord of Doh, is wholeheartedly counting on it.

But when delicious dishes are involved, they really go back to toddlers. No, it would be more troublesome than a toddler to do it and stand a valve. It was the long and wide tongues brought from sharp tongues and precise judgment that drove them wild like snowstorms in the Tarless Mountains.

(I don't even want to be accompanied by the mansion's cooking number for training...)

Nanaquem asked her how Pratica was doing on the sidelines as she resumed the meal she had been interrupting.

She is only a thirteen-year-old girl who can be said to be young. Because the intensity of the will is manifested in eyesight and standing behavior, it looks more adult than its age, but its physique is nonetheless idle, and the way it is shown when it is mundane is unusual. Still, she was the cooking number of Gel's mansion with no one and no two arms.

In the last month or so, Nanaquem has also spoken of Pratica's cuisine several times. She was trained in the western kingdom with her father, so she could cook a lot more unusual dishes. Nanaquem and others are just impressed - but Alvach was still not happy with the way it worked.

'... this behet is a neighboring town in Genos, but you haven't been able to buy up something called giva meat?

Pratica said such a thing to the lid.

Alvach, who had put his arms together and kept quiet, responded 'umm' in a heavy way.

"I hear that Giva's meat was finally put up for sale in the town of Genos last year. Since Gibba is a wild beast, he will not be able to distribute it outside his territory '

'But this time you were allowed to buy it at Gerd's, right?

"Uhm. I have a commitment to have the intestinal meat specially prepared that can withstand long term preservation"

That being said, Alvach looked at Platica.

"Again, does it hurt your arm as a cook"

'Yes. How much of what Lord Alvach calls delicious giva meat tastes.. I won't try to live up to my expectations'

'Uhm. But to make it a delicious dish, you still need the arm of a cooking number. You will gain that power in Genos. "

Pratica nodded 'Yes' as she glowed her eyes so strongly.

Then turn your gaze to the dish of dishes placed in front of Alvach.

'... by the way, won't you be eating your food anymore?

'No. No matter how impossible the dish is, such arrogance is not allowed.... but I can't get my hands on it'

"Now, let me do a little misconduct."

Pratica removed the leather pocket from the jacket's concealment.

Untie the opening string and it smells like vanilla. The bag was also served with a small wooden spoon, with which Pratica sprinkled the powder of vanilla onto a dish of wood.

"Applying a hand to someone else's cooking is probably the extreme of lawlessness, but this may have made it somewhat more familiar with your mouth."

Alvach took up the wooden spoon silently and soaked up pieces of vanilla-covered Kimmus flesh.

"Hmm. Did you undo the impossible part with the strong spiciness of the leaves of the ira"

'Yes. Still, we can't hide even the poor texture that results from the lack of heat heating and subtraction, but I think we can cover up the disturbing flavors and flavors'

'Mm-hmm. You seem to have turned dishes that are just uncomfortable with your mouth into dishes that are just spicy. It doesn't make any difference that it's crude, but it's still a matter of patience. "

That's how he mouthed some more red-stained Kimmus meat before Alvach became 'Hmm'.

"Pratica, you can also try to hang the leaves of frustration on your dishes"

Pratica followed her husband's orders for whatever reason.

The thin brow hisses. Being still young, she sometimes spills emotions.

"How do you know what it tastes like?

'... Yes. It feels like the unknown western vanilla used in this dish is creating an unexpected harmony with the leaves of the frustration.'

"So, is it delicious?

'No. It's a very delicious flavor. It's just... I was wondering if adding Mintz and a few more seasonings would make for more definitive harmony...'

"Again, would it be fish soy?

'Yes. I think fish soy seems indispensable. Besides, I would also like to try sugar and.. muffled fat'

"Is it muffled fat? Sure, it doesn't seem bad. Maybe we should use muffled meat instead of kimus."

'Yes. When it comes to overlapping the flavors of vanilla and seasoning that much, the meat of Kimmus is not strong enough. muffle or it would seem that the meat of the gamma would be appropriate'

Nanaquestem was to raise his voice by no chance.

'Then it would be a completely different dish.... while you're wasting your breath, we've finished cooking. If you miss Genos so much, shouldn't you rest early in preparation for tomorrow?

But if you stop arguing along the way, it won't be Pratica's training.

'Yes, with all due respect, I would like to ask for a few comments from Mr Alvach right now'

The two names then began to speak with enthusiasm again.

The two squires, who are also escorts, are not allowed to drink, but just sit like statues. Well worked out. They don't try to spill their emotions at all, so rather, Nanaqem got his heart worked up.

"... he was a servant in the house of the lord. Aren't you frightened by being shown this appearance of the Lord's retrieval?

When Nanaquem eared as such, the squire responded with a whisper, 'No'.

"I am mindful that Master Alvach is worthy of the position. .. and don't worry, it's a familiar appearance in your mansion. '

'... that would be well, I guess'

If you ask me, this was a sight that Nanaquem had been shown every time he was invited to Gel's mansion. Alvach's desire for further leaps in Pratica and Pratica's desire to live up to Alvach's expectations are the result of overlap.

(This is... the Genos, headed by Asta, are going to suffer more than the last time)

The unacceptable nanakuem of moving his expression just had to sigh.

Without knowing Nanaqem's mood like that, Alvach and Pratica continued to talk extensively until the food cooled.