CH 4

“After all, I get too much from this.”

Back at the store with Elvis, I show him the power stone bracelet on my arm.

I told him it was relatively easy to get where I grew up, but it still doesn’t balance out.

I was told that he was getting too much, which led to Elvis treating me to drinks at the Hungry Bear tonight.

I handed over the dress I had kept for him and promised to meet Elvis again later.

As I was walking around with nowhere to go, I saw a food stall at the far end of the fountain square with a lot of smoke coming out of it, so I asked for one of the recommended meat skewers.

It was a rather large meat skewer, but it was inexpensive at only one copper coin.

The taste was not salty enough, but I was hungry, so I ate the meat skewer immediately.

After taking a break, I walked around Fountain Square, where vegetables were abundant and cheap, and fruits such as apples and grapes were also available.

By the way, two apples cost one copper coin.

I picked up only one apple and put the rest in my item box, which surprised the man at the stall.

I spent some time wandering around town like that, and when evening came, I went to Elvis’s store.

When I arrived at the store, Elvis’ mother was there, so I asked her to call Elvis.

After a while, Elvis came out from the back of the store with his guitar.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, let’s go.”

We walked down the main street and arrived at the Hungry Bear Inn, while talking about various things, such as what I was doing at the market and how young Elvis’s mother was.

Clara-san, who was in the dining room, noticed us.

“Thank you very much Clara-san. I got a good clothes.”

Saying that, I picked at the wildly open collar a little.

“Oh, that’s great. You look good in it.”

I had never worn such wild clothes before, but it was honestly nice to receive a compliment.

Thank you, I replied.

“I haven’t seen Elvis in a long time. Does having a guitar mean you’re playing today?”

Elvis held the guitar in his left hand and bowed with his right hand in front of his chest.

It was an elegant bow, like something I had seen in a movie.

“Yes. Let’s have a fun night.”

Then the adventurers who had already had a drink in the cafeteria started talking to Elvis.

“Is it Elvis Night today? Well then, let’s cheer up!”

“One serving over here!”

“I’ll have ale, too!”

Voices are heard one after another from all around.

Before long, the innkeeper’s sons, Lutz, the oldest son, and Hanz, the second son, open the wooden door and make the dining room open style.

Outside, they set a table for standing and drinking.

Then ale and snacks would be served in front of Elvis and Ginjiro.

Elvis holds up a wooden mug and stirs up the customers in the dining room.

“First, a toast! Progit!”

“Progit!”

They each bump their mugs against each other and gulp down their drinks.

I look next to Elvis, who has placed his wooden mug on the counter and is holding up his guitar.

A well-dressed man at the back of the bar asks for a song.

Elvis strums his guitar and points to Ginjiro’s empty mug.

“Of course! Two glasses of ale, please.”

After seeing to the order, Elvis strums the guitar’s to create a rhythm.

He shouts to the adventurers, and they shout back.

When Ginjiro’s second ale arrives, Elvis begins to sing along on his guitar.

There is something about the sound of acoustic guitar and Elvis’s voice that attracts people so much.

Almost everyone sang the chorus together.

The song tells the story of Emperor Beckenbauer III, who was on the defensive against an enemy invasion, but one night he rode single-handedly to the front line and saved a princess who was being held captive by the enemy.

Toward the end of the song, Elvis’ slightly ephemeral playing of the guitar repeatedly stung my heart.

The outside seating area, which had been hastily created, was soon occupied by a group of sisters, sipping their drinks and gazing enraptured at Elvis.

After the first song, there was a mixture of applause, whistling, and shouting.

Elvis took in all the cheers, and then cleared his throat with a few ale from the crowd.

The customers in the restaurant began to call for ale and wine orders.

Clara, the proprietor’s wife, handled the storm of orders with admirable skill.

Lutz, the eldest son, brings in barrels of ale and wine one after another.

The second son, Hanz, takes orders from his sisters at a table outside.

Franz, the third son, was serving platters of food as ordered.

As Elvis swallows down his second ale, a glass of white wine is brought in this time.

It was ordered by the sister seated outside.

Elvis again held the guitar in his left hand and brought his right hand in front of his chest in a graceful bow.

After a few songs, Ginjiro, happily drunk, went back to his room.

The reason was to buy a tambourine and maracas from an online store.

He bought them with his skills, which he could not show to others, and immediately returned to the dining room.

More guests continued to arrive outside the inn.

At the center of this growing number of guests is Elvis, a wild handsome man with blond hair.

The song had just finished, so Ginjiro returned to stand next to Elvis.

“Hey Elvis, can I join you? “

I ask Elvis, clapping my tambourine.

“Yeah, sure, but what’s that?”

“It’s called a tambourine, and you tap it or shake it to make a sound. Let me show you how it works.”

Ginjiro said so and stepped forward.

Were the adventurers in the store drunk? and they jeers one after another.

After he had drunk a glass of white wine, he started to play the tambourine, a trick he had trained at karaoke when he was a student.

At first, the audience looked at me with curiosity, but when I started making sounds not only with my palms, but also with my shoulders, arms, and even legs, they all got into the groove.

They laughed and shouted.

Elvis also began to improvise with his guitar.

After the session, which began with a tambourine trick, the adventurer who had first yelled at me gave me two cups of ale.

“Oh, thank you.”

I tell him this, and the adventurer guy holds out his mug, and I hurriedly hit his mug.

“Progit!”

The adventurer who treated me to ale was curious about the tambourine, so I told him he could try it and gave him the tambourine.

The other ale he was treated to was given to Elvis.

“Elvis, can I have a good song with this?”

“Of course.”

I had a few toasts with Elvis today and laughed.