97 • Day Two - The People of the South

Fa's House Direct Giva Meat Restaurant Genos Accommodation Town Headquarters, on the second business day.

I've been dawning all morning with that recoil as I accomplished the full sale on the first day but got more sense of disillusionment than I had achieved.

"I've got twenty ready today! If this sells out on the second day, it's amazing! Let's get you in the mood, Vina-Lou!

"Yeah.... but Asta is making this all by herself...? Are you okay with the other work?

"Yes, even twenty doesn't make it bitter at all. I could feel it yesterday through today. I don't care if this happens every day."

Strength or nothing, I could have answered that.

Both Tarapa's sauce and Berg's patty making, I've worked up front the day before.

Besides, that's after supper, so it doesn't affect other jobs either. Usually it's just that the amount of time I talk to EY-FA at all has changed to the style I talk to as I cook.

If this is the case, all you have to do that morning is bake Poitan and Pate.

I wake up in the morning, I finish washing at the water station, and then Poitan just boils down.

That's how we go to the woods to collect firewood and pico leaves while exposing Poitan to the sun in a sunny place indoors.

Since the sampling operation takes as much as an hour to nearly two hours, the poitan is well dried in the meantime.

All you have to do is pair the gigo with the boiled juice and cook it all over.

Although there are a total of 26 poitanes for 20 pieces used in the product + 2 spare pieces + 4 supper pieces, since the training of mass production is piled up at the Luu family dinner and Lutim's feast, none of these numbers is so great.

And the patties, too, can do it at the same time in the process of rewarming the tarapa sauce by passing the fire inside, so all you have to do is cook the surface over high heat.

It could be borne out today that those tasks could be carried out without difficulty within the prescribed time. Perhaps, up to this double the number, you could create without shredding your sleep or business hours.

"So it's perfectly fine! Let's stick it out!

"... but after all, there aren't many people this time..."

I wasn't hit by any sudden rain like yesterday, but I still know the crowd.

We are in formation at the northernmost end of the town of Inn, and from here on we can only find the castle of Genos and the stone path and groves that stretch everywhere, so it seems that only the raw travellers will pass by.

It was a story of a farm spreading on the south side of the boarding town, so naturally there will be a rural area there, and the houses of the people who open the outdoor shops and so on will be dense there. Besides, the inn is also on the south side, so it makes sense that the travelers woke up and finished shopping in the bustling south side of the outdoor area.

Anyway, until there are more people past Jomtien, we just have to pinpoint a handful of passers-by.

"Speaking of which, north of here, to the west is the castle, but if you ignore that and go further north, where the hell is it leading?

"Come on?... it has to be the northern kingdom of Mahdra...?

"Mahydra is the end of the North, isn't it? Well, this Genos is quite the south side of the western kingdom, so does it feel like all the territory of the western kingdom is waiting for you?"

"I don't know.... I don't really think about that, so I'm going to walk away from it..."

"... Really?"

"Yeah... well, there are all kinds of towns in the western kingdom too... if it was in a town other than Genos, the people by the woods wouldn't have to be called" Giva Eaters "..."

and, with a rather unnuanced eye, is Vina-Lou, who looks to the very end of the North.

"Does Vina-Lou want to go far because he doesn't like it?

"Yeah... it's not just that... no, I don't know... anyway, I want to live naked..."

"Is that naked?

"Yeah... I am the eldest sister of the Luu main house by the woods... In the lodging town, the" Giva Eater "woman... only my family will recognize me as me... I want more people to see me naked..."

And look at me with a glossy stream.

"I wonder if I'm attracted to Asta... because Asta doesn't apply to the common sense of the woodland or the common sense of the boarding town... I wonder if Asta would take me for a good look..."

"Well, after all that thought, it shouldn't have extended to that kind of barbarity, should it? Back then, Vina-Lou and I had little or no conversation."

"Yeah. At first, I was just attracted to Asta's qualities that she came from so far away that she didn't even know Ameshorn's name... still, if Asta hadn't attracted me, I wouldn't have been able to imitate her like that..."

Although the job is Vina-Lou, who is keen on me at work. Again, when I entertain Hima, my feelings seem to go in various disturbing directions.

While I was sneaking around wondering if Tara could come again at this time, I tried to put my gaze around the street.

Then.

Looks like a good target. I found it.

"Ah! Isn't that maybe an exotic who wouldn't be the people of Genos?

He is a slightly reddish, white-skinned man, neither yellow-brown nor ivory.

Sleepy body shape with dark brown hair color. I don't know the details because it's still a little far away, but I can see him wrapping his mustache around his mouth.

He's wearing a sleeveless torso and barrel-shaped trousers, a bit like the Late Boy's in a western-style outfit, cooling the left and right dewstores, walking from south to north as he comes in.

"... What country were you born in if you had white skin like that?

"Yeah? That was the people of Jagal, the kingdom of the South...?

Is that so after all?

Well, there can't be any people in the North who are hostile countries, and that's the only way to go with the erasure laws. It would be a human being to wonder if other people are of such a lineage because the people by the woods who were originally the people of the south have such shallow black skin.

"So, the people with the yellow-brown skin are these native Genos people, right? Well, then, what about the ivory-skinned people who have as much as that?

"Those are all the people of the west. Genos is extraordinarily peaceful and rich among the kingdoms of the west, so people from all kinds of towns are migrating, looking for work and stretching their legs, I've heard from the Ziva woman when she was little wow..."

I see.

Then I guess some of them have settled in this Genos for decades now, and some of them have been raw in the land. Now we know why we can see many people who are not as supreme as the people of the south and east, and who are less afraid or despised of the people of the woods than the people of Genos, who were born.

We should aim not only at the people of the south and east, but also at those people from the outset.

If we can cut it down there, it must be possible to involve the native people of Genos as well.

Well, whatever it is, it's business in front of us now.

The man, a people of the south, is approaching us in a good way.

It's a light outfit that doesn't even carry luggage-like luggage, so you probably shouldn't go out north like this. I snuck off a tasting mini-burg, praying that he wouldn't have to shout to get close enough to reach it.

"Asta...... I think you're better off dealing with the people of the south wow"

"Huh? Why is that?

"Many people are still hostile to the people of the woods when they are old in the south... The people of the woods are a family of traitors who abandoned the Southern god Jagal, and so on..."

It's not contempt or fear, it's hostility.

But the people of the south with white skin are seen at about the same ratio as the people of the east with black skin, but I don't remember being so disturbingly gazed at.

"Yeah...... more importantly, there are so many more Sims from hostile countries wandering around, so I don't know if I usually have my hands full because I would flicker that way......?

"Huh? Is it a hostile country, east and south?

"... Asta really doesn't know anything about it," Vina-Lou smiles as she half shudders and the other half looks a little happy.

"As much as the north and the west, the east and the south are ancient hostile countries... but most of the western territories of friendly countries are forbidden to contend with anything. If you break that ban, you won't be allowed to step into western territory, so it doesn't seem to make a scene..."

Hmm. Perhaps the Lew family humans still have more information than the Ai-Fa in Fa's house with less blood ties.

But it's business anyway.

Thank goodness the people of the south were entertaining their time, and they seemed to carefully look around every one of the dewstores even though there was nothing to buy.

Seeing that leg finally stretched out to the old man selling the ornament next door, (OK!) and I make gutspaws in my heart.

Then...

The man and I met each other.

Older than I thought. Maybe we're already on the fiftieth road.

His face is square, he has a big head, he has a small but disappointing back, and he has the impression of being fatter than the people of Genos.

Those, glowing green eyes beneath the shabby eyebrows - a little uneasy, glittered.

He walks past the ornament store and slowly approaches our stall.

"Gibba?... Are you guys selling Gibba's meat?

I tried to respond with a smile, but the pursuit of the person sealed it.

"Are you idiots or what? Can you eat stinky, hard Giva meat? You're the only ones who can eat something like that. What are you doing using Tarapa for business? I don't even know what stuff tastes like, like you guys. You just have to eat Aria and Poitan. Before you lose all your precious fangs and horns, fold up a store like this and lose it."

This is a machine gun that won't even give you a mouthful of scissors.

So, when I just said what I wanted to say, the guy just tried to flinch himself.

"Um! You said that, but Giva meat is delicious, right? Taste one piece of meat from this vessel if you like."

"Am I?" he looks back and looks uncomfortable.

"Are you stupid or what? Why should I eat Giva's meat? The town sells both kimus and carons. There are piles of meat sold that can't be compared to Giva. There's no way you can sell Giva in that, you idiots. If you were eating meat like that, you'd have shallow black skin like you guys and you'd be seen with white eyes till me."

"Oh, that's prejudice! I'm eating Giva's meat, too, but as you can see, right?

As much as this, the quality of the guests is assumed.

Rather, it may even be said that for scary, contemptuous emotions and the like are rare, they are still superior customers.

"... how can an ivory lad like you dress up as a forest folk and sell Gibba's meat? Ha 'am. Was it brought to you by a woman by the woods, colourful in her groan? You're stupid. You are. Well, any stupid life is your life. If you like a woman by the woods so much, keep her company in the woods. That way no one will complain."

"No, but really, Giva's meat is delicious, isn't it? I thought it would be a shame to be eating so much delicious meat just by the woods, so I decided to let this store out. This tasting is free, so if it's a good idea, would you consider yourself fooled and try it?

I think my sales smile was perfect.

The man, sniffled, stood directly in front of the stall.

Then peek at the wood plate for tasting placed on the table on the customer's side and discard it as "it looks like yummy meat".

It's a storm of outrage from earlier, but I don't feel so clearly hostile or malicious because I don't have any way of absurding my voice at all.

I just have the impression that my tongue often turns instead of my martial arts appearance.

"This is free, isn't it? If I die, I'm not gonna pay for the copper?

"Yes, of course."

I smile and nod back.

The man pinched a claw twig with his thick fingers as he laid a casual wrinkle on his white forehead.

That's how you throw a cut mini-burg shard a sixth size into your mouth.

I chewed it carefully and then swallowed it.

And.

Again, I find myself embarrassed.

"... unsavory. I knew I was fooled."

"Huh?"

"It didn't smell as bad as I thought, and it didn't stiff at all. But as a mess, I don't feel good about my teeth, and it's kind of a persistent flavor that slips out into the back of my nose. It's not comparable to Kimmus or Karon. Because of this, Tarapa is simmering in a good way, but this is ruined. Is there anyone who pays copper coins for something like this? You guys are being ridiculed for wanting this meat."

Huh? Huh? Huh?

Could this be...

Seriously, does that mean it didn't fit your mouth?

Hamburger texture too.

And even the taste of giva meat.

"... Asta," Vina-Lou snapped a cloth on her hips.

While I'm still a little upset inside, chasing Vina-Lou's gaze...

A group of familiar skin cloaks could be seen approaching foot speed.