131 The Stars Tour ① Blue Moon 12 - Open Again

The day after the Conference of Parents.

of the Blue Moon, 12th.

Business resumed in Inn Town.

"It's a hiccup, Milan-Mus!

Turning to the back of Kimmus's Tail Pavilion and throwing greetings full of energy, Milan-Math welcomed us on the same Buddha top.

"You're a noisy one in the morning. I've only been free for two days. Do you have any hiccups or snags?"

"No, as far as I'm concerned, I haven't felt it in two days. Thank you for another day!

"... I don't remember being greeted with anything. If you're willing to do business, take the stall."

"Yes!" I responded, staring seriously at Milan-Math's grumpy face.

"What, are you even complaining about me?

"No, there is no annihilation either!

The Sung family, which could possibly have been the cause of the death of Milan-Math's best friend, collapsed - something like that could not have been revealed at this stage.

Besides, where I was informed of such a thing, Milan-Math's carelessness could not have been completely cleared up. Because the people of the Sung family are not to be judged for the crimes they have done to the people of the town.

(I'd like to somehow put some black and white on that area as well - first of all, Donda-Lou and the new Forestside Chiefs, I wonder if they can make the right connection with the Lord of Genos)

I laughed at Milan-Math once more as I twisted the different emotions that awaken in my chest.

"Then I will rent you a stall today."

Then something strange happened.

Milan-Math narrowed his eyes to a soothing sensation for just a moment - and then, in a tremendous rush, he said, "Go away!" He yelled and scattered.

Dressed to be pushed back by that rage, we rolled out to the stone streets along with two stalls.

It is a cartel with Sheila-Lou, Vina-Lou and Lara-Lou, who concealed their soft skin with shawls and vales.

A shifting line of wooden buildings, travelers and merchants waving down the road, and a fearful bird Totos being drawn to heavy loads. Reluctantly, the enthusiasm and blurring of a large number of humans - everything, I miss. Really, it's a nostalgia I haven't seen in two days.

"Asta, you look like you're having fun," says Lara-Lew, who's pushing the stall with you.

But even Lara-Luu looks like he's having fun.

Sheila-Lou and Vina-Lou's expressions are also bright.

Perhaps some recoil engaged in jobs that are too serious in Sung's settlement. Originally this lodging town was supposed to be as uncomfortable a space as it could be for the forest folks to say enemy formation, but there are no more signs of them avoiding it.

Just looking at their sunny faces like that, I could see how filled my heart was.

That's how as I went down the stone street, I eventually said, "Ah! Asta, stay with me!" This was again called upon by a nostalgic voice.

Of course, it's Tara.

Under the rainy roof, Dora's father is smiling, too.

"Hey, Asta. Looking good and above all. You want me to buy you something?

"Hi, I'm hissing. Two tarapas, four tinos, and twenty arias, please."

"Aye. Eight red copper coins."

Nostalgic, but tame interaction.

Somehow, it is a feeling that dissolves the intense sense of homelessness that I was unable to realize.

(I knew doing business in this town would suit my skin)

Of course I am, all the newcomers are from the woods.

My home in this world is by the woods, the house of Fa, and I recognize it as the most irreplaceable.

And yet, a few percent of the people on the road have turned their gaze to fear and contempt, which they still cannot hide.

Still, for me, this lodging town was also a land that was familiar enough to be called my second home, and the people who gained their knowledge there were not to be felt very important and admirable.

"Wow, you look amazing today."

Purchasing an extra portion of vegetables from Dora's father and going further on his legs, a crowd no less than four working days before he slammed his best sales ever was rolling out to the north end of the open-air area.

But somehow the scene also feels less cumbersome as the day goes on.

South and east customers are growing, but the wild horses surrounding them are diminishing.

The product is no longer out of stock first thing in the morning. Therefore, the atmosphere of slaughter has been swept away from among the customers, and besides, I guess no one feels unusual in such a sight anymore. If there's no noise, it's not worth playing wild horses.

So the customers were rather soothing, and there was only one guard on the lookout, just standing there bored at the edge of the street.

"Thank you for waiting! Please wait while we get ready."

As we approached, the customers cleared the way, as they had said.

And instead of being directed to anything by anyone, each stall begins to line up nicely with five people at a time.

"Finally! I'm tired of waiting!

Arrayed in the front row of "Myrmu Grill" was a group of builders, including the old man and Aldas.

A man smaller than me, and Mr. Aldas, a man of unbeatable length and disappointed stature to the people of the east. Both sides are tough, but it is a very soothing convex combination for me.

"Thank you again for coming to the store today. Looking good, above all."

"I'm fine, but my old man's been loud for the last two days. Gibba wants to eat Gibba, and when I opened my mouth, it was just that, and it was hard to get rid of it."

"I guess it's bad for this kid to close the store for two days! Hey, don't even take another day off from the Blue Moon, okay?

"Yes, I would like to do so as much as possible"

During such a conversation, the iron plate warmed up early.

I bought a new item about six days ago, an iron plate from Jagal.

This iron plate is thinner than an iron pan, and instead of being inferior to heat storage, heat passes faster.

From the 8th business day of the Blue Moon, which began with a new contract, I decided to cook "Myrmu Grill" on this iron plate.

Drop the fat, saute the sliced aria, sauté the loin and rose meat that has been soaked in the pickle juice, and when the light fire is through, pour the pickle juice down.

The aroma of fruit liquor and myrmu, similar to garlic, exploded, causing the guests in line to rejoice.

"Hey, not yet!? I'm so hungry, my intestines are going to screw off!

"Yes, now"

Do not transfer the cooked meat to a wood dish, but lean over the edge of the iron plate.

This is also a method that could not be done in an iron pot. The only fire is in the center, so if you pull it up to the edge, you can keep it warm without burning it.

On a crepe-like Poitan dough, it is finished with chopped tinos, plus meat and aria dusted directly from the iron plate.

"Yes, go away. Two red ones."

In exchange for the copper coins, Lara-Lew hands the 'Myrmu Grill' to the ladies.

As he left, Mr. Aldas laughed at me.

"Hey, business at the inn started tomorrow, right?

"Ah, yes. I'm planning on doing that."

"Now we can enjoy your food day and night. It was worth the noise at the inn."

This visitor from the South, mainly Ardas, complimented me on my dishes, so Naudis, the master of The Great Tree Pavilion in the South, was set to break the English leg of serving the dish of Giva meat at dinner.

I let Aldas keep my head down while I rub the "Myrmu Grill" without resting my hands alone.

"I really appreciate all of you. I never thought I'd be able to expand my business in this way."

"What, I didn't do it for you. We just wanted to have a good dinner."

"That's right! Now if you serve dishes that aren't even delicious, why don't you just do it?

And, the words themselves were abusive, but the old man with both hands of 'Myrmu Grill' is also totally turning into a face.

"I encourage you to live up to your expectations," he lowered his head one more time, as I was accidentally induced to smile too.

After that, it is often a battlefield.

The amount I could make at a time was no big difference between the iron pan and the iron plate, so I was able to cook two turns of each of the fifteen pieces, still more of the missing pieces, and finally snooze the first rush of the morning.

After taking a breath, the employee also received a snack, and around the rotation of the premises, now a member of the "Silver Pot" appears. This was also a familiar development.

"Asta, it's a pleasure."

"Oh, thank you. Thank you every time."

It is the schmiral of the Commander of the Regiment who greets me every time.

The young man with long silver hair, with his skin hood removed as usual, has been gracious with no expression.

It is unfortunately Sheila-Lou, not Vina-Lou, who has come around next to me in the rotation. Schmiral will also thank you and Sheila-Lou will return the favor with courtesy.

"Is it 'Myrmu Grill' today?

"No. Three days ago, it was' Myrmu Grill '. Today, it's" Gibba Burger. "

The pronunciation itself is solid, even though it is a foreign way of speaking. The people of the woodland, for example, have always had the harsh pronunciation "Hanba-gu". Does this also relate to any differences in the ability to perceive the existence of different cultures?

"How about a cooking knife?

"Yes, I'm totally familiar with it. Somehow, you feel more sturdy making than what I used in my hometown. As much as I appreciate half a serving."

"Asta, is it half a serving?

"It's half a serving. As well as being a good cook, this stall is the first place to open your own shop."

I created "Myrmu Grill" for the five members who chose this dish, while letting them respond that way.

Then, Schmiral's cleavage eyes are only slightly opened.

"Asta, cooking, very skillful. I think it's delicious."

"Thank you. It's a real honor to hear you say that."

"... Asta, when you're alone, what happens? Scary, exciting."

and - now Similar's eyes narrow just a little.

The expression itself isn't moving, but it just makes me look like I'm laughing.

So one of Sim's people handed me the 'Giba Burger' he bought for Schmiral.

Schmiral slowly looks around as he receives it.

"Is she absent today?

"Her?" he tilts his neck, then points to "Oh."

"If you're a parent, you're working on another job today. Because it's not her job to sell stalls."

"... Kacho?

"I'm the head of the house. She's the head, and I'm the family of the house."

"Really," Schmiral nods.

"Parents, stones, did you rejoice?

"Oh, yes...... er, well, quite, I guess"

What an obscure reply, but still, Schmiral narrowed his eyes with pleasure again.

"Good. If anything happens again, talk to me,"

"Yes, thank you"

That's how a bunch of "Silver Pot" walked away from the front of the stall.

Then the straw Sheila-Lou calls modestly for "the".

"Perhaps it would be rude to pry into something like this...... maybe stone means the blue stone necklace I = fa do?

"Huh?... Yes, yes, but"

"Did you, after all," Sheila-Lou smiled contentedly as she responded with quite a bit of embarrassment.

"We were all very surprised because I-Fa was doing ornaments and stuff from that return six days ago. That was still a gift from Asta."

"Mi, guys?

"Yeah. Me and Vina-Lou on the way home, Raina-Lou and Ama Min-Rutim on the way home, right? Lara-Lew was laughing on the side of the translation somehow."

Was it that noticeable - I make my eyes black and white.

Though the people by the woods, that is the women.

"Oh, that's Sim's exorcism stone. It's a gift from a family who wants a healthy life for their parents."

"Really? Then that wish took place, and maybe Ey-Fa was protected. I am truly delighted that it has become such a commotion in Sung's settlement and yet everyone has returned safely"

And Sheila-Lou laid his eyes down at the mercy.

"Most importantly, not everyone in the Lou family has returned to the settlement yet... hopefully everything will settle down somewhere soon"

Dalm-Lu and Rau Ray are now staying in Sung's settlement, and from Jomtien today, Donda-Lu is scheduled to take Gazlan Rutim for post-processing.

To the abolition of the Sung main house, the replacement of the chiefs, the aftermath of the remaining Sung branches, etc. are still a pile of problems, and even discouraged from interacting with the lords of Genos. The rest of the Lou family, which has attacked the chieftaincy muscle, will still be far away. Even I've been entrusted with a serious project that I'm not sorry about after this business.

"... it's okay. The men in Sung's main house will also be transferred to Dom and Zaza's house today. There should be no danger for those who remained in Sung's settlement, as there seems to be no will to violate the woodland code on the part of the divided people. If there seemed to be danger, Donda-Lou and Dan-Lutim would never have left the scene."

"Yep... I guess that's true..."

Sheila-Lou's expression doesn't clear.

Am I worried after all?... the second son of Lew's main house.

"Hey, sounds like you're still thriving today!" And there came a new customer.

Brown hair, ivory skin. A rather luscious daughter - of the people of the west, Yumi - wrapped around a privileged limb with only a chest and a long waist roll of cloth.

"Hi, I'm hissing. Are you alone today?

"Yeah. They've been helping me with a lot of work in the morning. I'm hungry, so I just kind of fell out."

Laughing briskly, he leans his nose against the scent of meat being insulated at the edge of the iron plate.

"Smells good! This doesn't just smell like myrmu or fruit liquor, does it? It smells so much better than Kimmus' meat buns. I guess Giva's meat itself smells good."

"Yes, I think Giva meat and Myrmu are compatible"

"That's right. It's not uncommon to cook with Myrmu.... Asta thought about all this flavoring, right? If you think about it, Asta is amazing after all!

"No, I'm just a half-service cook."

The story is that cooks and the like only exist in Castle Town, so I guess you can get this kind of rating even if you're as good as I am. Glad to hear it, of course, but I don't think it's a good idea to be chronic.

"Hey. We still have time by Jomtien, but how many meals did you sell today?

"Huh?... right. They should sell about 40 to 50 meals each."

"Fifty meals in this hour! That's a really big sell, huh?... hey, give me three today. Whatever you do, I'll try to feed my father."

"Yes? To your father?

"I'm not that good. Stubborn father of a bee stonehead."

And, Yumi put her arms under her loose chest and made her mouth a letter to.

"There's no way Giva's meat tastes good. Me and my mother are still insisting on that because I ate giva and my tongue is crazy, right? Today is the day to make that stonehead a piece of wood dust!

"Oh, really? But if you're older, you'll be able to resist Giva's meat."

"That's not true. Because the biological Genos child is the mother, and the father is the person who has emigrated since he got older.... Besides, it's your grandfather and grandmother's generation who are more afraid of Gibba than the people by the woods. Dad just doesn't care."

It must be hard to get rid of that "somehow".

And I also wonder if this girl named Yumi, who is a people in the west but is committed to overturning such bad reviews, is irreplaceable to the people by the woods.

"... the work of The Great Tree Pavilion in the South starts tomorrow, right?

"Huh? Yes, it is"

"Sure, it's a habitual residence for the people of the south, but of course even the people of the west use mountains. So when you serve Asta's dishes, you think more and more people in the West are going to eat Giva meat."

and what a thankless prediction it is, Yumi.

But that face remains on the face.

"Still, if Giva meat can be eaten for granted, it could mean that inns without Giva dishes are outdated, right? So I thought I'd need to shatter that stonehead while I'm at it."

"That may be so... but you're going to need quite a few years to be able to think that way"

"Whether it's five or ten years from now, isn't that a bad thing? I mean, even at this point, I'm in danger of being taken by The Great Tree Pavilion in the South. I'm not gonna lie to you."

Do you want a merchant soul or what? Thank you. This Yumi seems to be a more solid daughter than I thought.

The future of Westwind Pavilion may be bright, even if you leave the story of Gibba aside, if such a daughter takes it and inherits the traces even with her son-in-law.

"Bye! See you tomorrow!"

In that way, with three 'Myrmu grills' in his hand, Yumi bravely went home with his footsteps.

"Okay. It's time to cook some new meat. Regards, Sheila-Lou"

"Yes," Sheila-Lou nods back with a serious face.

Finally, starting in the second half of tomorrow, Sheila-Lou will be given this' Myrmou Grill 'stall.

Sheila-Lou even got me trained while me and I-Fa stayed in Luu's settlement. As far as I'm concerned, I think I've reached a level where I can be relieved, but still the color of tension was intense on Sheila-Lou's face.

That job is going to cost her twice as much as the Vina-Loux, so failure is unacceptable - and I suppose you're thinking of it.

I am an honest forest folk everywhere for work.

That's why I think it makes me feel safe, too.

"Okay, I'll cook it," Sheila-Lou put Aria in the iron plate.

When he gets soaked, he also throws the giva meat and stretches it out with a wooden slab so that the fire is easy to get through.

Serves 10 servings. Aria and meat, just the right amount.

While carefully checking the colour and solidity, once cooked, go to the edge of the iron plate.

When the order arrives, tease this with marinated juice and reheat.

Taking Sheila-Lou's gaze, I pinched a piece of flesh.

Baking and subtraction are - excellent.

"That's just it," she chuckled, and Sheila-Lou responded with a smile more than that.

"I am truly happy. I want to thank Asta for meeting me in the woods."

"I exaggerate. Sheila-Lou originally had all this power."

"No, because it was Asta who gave Kamado's job more significance and joy than ever before in the first place. If Asta hadn't come to the woods, I'd still be living in shame for my helpless self."

That being said, Sheila-Lou looked away somewhere.

"From now on, you will be able to live with more pride than ever before. So I am also grateful to Ai-Fa, who led Asta to the woodland. I would like above all to congratulate Asta and I-Fa on their encounter"

"Thank you," I was able to respond with great honesty, too.

Some people are like Ziza-Lou who state that if I and I-Fa don't even meet - others say it like Sheila-Lou.

I guess being like me, which can be a potent poison and a drug, should exposing both of those people to life exactly.

That feeling was new, too, when I took away the knife to cut Tino, and another familiar customer arrived.

It is a late boy.

"Hello, two please"

Little boy with flax hair, always smiling.

"Hi," I said in return for those pale brown eyes.

"Thank you every time.... Is Camus still working today?

"Yes. They'll be back in the morning and sleeping till Jomtien. Finally, a big job is at hand, and you seem to be busy getting ready for a lot of things."

What is the "guardian" escorting the Chamber of Commerce and its preparation for work so hasty?

Well, there's no point prying into such things.

More than that, I have a job to do.

"Then I'm sorry, but can I ask Camus for a message? After the stall business, I'd like you to make some time for Camus."

"Heh. It's unusual to run errands from Asta to Camus."

With an innocent looking smile, the late boy rounds his eyes.

"I'm sure Camua will be delighted. When you wake up in Jomtien, I'll be sure to tell you. You should be at Kimmus's Tail Pavilion ever since."

"Okay. Thanks."

Beyond the streets where the crowd began to grow a lot, the little figure of the boy disappears.

I waited for that to become completely invisible, and then Sheila-Lou turned his worrying eyes towards me.

"Asta, please be careful, okay?

"Yes. That person at the end of the day insists that he loves the people by the woods, so it shouldn't be dangerous.... Probably"

"I'm probably in trouble. No, Asta has to be around the woods. Even if not, if anything happens to Asta, I-Fa will grieve. Don't forget that's all."

"It's okay. I'm just gonna talk to him."

Nothing dangerous. At least for now.

Today and so on, we just have a meeting about the work we withheld in three days, so it can't even be dangerous.

But beyond that, I didn't know what would fall.

How does the relationship with the castle change as a result of the fall of the Sung family? What impact will that change have on us doing business in Accommodation Town? Everything is a dark search by hand.

But if anything happens to me right now, this business in Accommodation Town will also be frustrated.

If we take a little longer, we might get to meet the know-how of continuing our business with only the people by the woods. At least until then, I couldn't die or disappear.

My life isn't just mine anymore.

More than ever, cautiously, cautiously - that is something that I also discussed yesterday with I-Fa.

Even if the Sung family fell, not everything was solved. Even in the sense of redeeming the sins of the chieftaincy, we must re-establish normal relations with the castle of Genos.

"Come on, it's time for Jomtien. Good luck with the second half."

I call that on Sheila-Lou, who still looks a little worried, and then I say to my new visitors, "Welcome! ♪ And I smiled