166 ④ Staggered

It is the next morning.

When I appeared in my luggage truck, a little noise and confusion was to wind up in Luu's settlement.

Of course I asked the Lara-Lew guys for a circular beforehand, so I guess it's a noise after getting my mind ready. Little children etc. seem to be cheering, and I'm surprised, but the eye of censure doesn't seem to be directed, so okay.

I pulled the reins and stopped Gilr before entering the great square of the settlement, and then I decided to go down the podium myself and proceed on foot.

"Welcome, Asta. You're ready to handle your luggage in one day."

Sheila-Lou rushes over from Sin-Lu's house, which is more in front of him than the main house.

"Yes, I managed to handle the least of it this morning, as I-Fa followed my special training. I don't think there's a problem with the narrow road down to town if you take your time without panic."

At that price, I = fa should be working on collecting firewood and vanilla alone by now.

I'm sorry, but the truth is that I had an unparalleled interest in driving the luggage myself, so I was forced to get special training in the early morning dressed up to be pulled by the enthusiasm.

When I had successfully completed my special training and it was time to head to the settlement of Luu, I was really an eye-fa who got off my luggage in the face of reluctance and such.

"From now on, I will send you all every day. Shall I start by loading up my stuff for Sheila-Lou's house?... but now that you have your luggage, you no longer need to borrow an iron pan."

Since I bought the iron plate, I carried the sauce from Tarapa in a leather bag, and after rendezvous with Sheila-Lou in the Inn Town, I moved the contents to the iron pan that they had brought. It was difficult to carry both the iron plate and the iron pan in private with Vina-Lou, so well that would have been an unhelpful treatment.

But with this, we can unload as much supplies from Fa's house as we want. The luggage truck already had on it a stuffed iron pan with tarapa sauce, an iron plate, 60 meals of patties, meat marinated in 90 meals of marinated juice and 60 meals of baked poitan - plus meat for use in the inn's dishes and 2 kilos of dried meat.

Once again, this is quite a lot of luggage.

Except for the iron pot, I carried this on my own with Vina-Lou every day.

That was a great routine for building strength, but it makes me happy from the bottom of my heart to think that I don't need to cross a suspension bridge of fear with such a large package anymore.

Anyway, I decided to load up the 90 meals of baked poitane Sheila-Lou brought with me before heading to Lu's main house.

The ones waiting there were Limi-Luu and Totos of the Luu family, Luluu.

"Wow, it's a luggage truck! Amazing, Asta!

Limi-Lu on Lulu approaching. This girl, who is no less attached to tototos than ii-fa, also seemed to have encouraged her to practice tototoss riding in the morning.

"Wow, wow! But you look heavy! Gill, you're annoying!

Gill, of course, remained with a pungent look and just leaned his neck.

Lulu also has just a blurry view of Gilu like that.

"Hey, Asta. Welcome to Lew's house. That's all the firewood we have for today."

And Mother Meer Ray, who came out of the house after hearing the noise, laughed in a frantic manner.

Large quantities of firewood are loaded by the hands of Raina-Lou and Lara-Lou, who have similarly come around from their backs, ready to go.

"Then let's leave. Everybody, get in the van."

The three men, Raina-Lou, Lara-Lou and Sheila-Lou, began to get into the luggage truck, saying shabby.

Side by side, I call on Mother Meer Ray.

"Um, is it still going to take a while for Vina-Lou to recover after all?

"Right. Even if I could come and go with this luggage truck, I still can't stand there. As I told you first, healing will take place as soon as possible, maybe two days."

"Really? So, what about the people of the east, Schmiral?"

"Yeah, we talked about inviting you home to worship your face for now. Me and my parents are going to make sure we know what's going on with that guest, and when we're satisfied, I'll let Vina see you."

"Really? I assure you he's a trustworthy person, thank you very much."

After a breath of relief, I led Gill to the exit of the square.

The gobble and the luggage truck also move, and the ladies inside start making noise again.

"Then I'll leave. It's a little shaky, so be careful not to fall or fall."

I rode into your podium and slapped Pepper at the base of Gill's leg with a leather whip.

Gill walks out with a chick.

With all this luggage being pulled, there still seems to be no change in its subtle footsteps.

Still, I had plenty of time to spare, so I decided to let Gill walk at an ever-walking pace instead of a fast walk.

From the settlement of Luu to the town of accommodation, it would be forty to fifty minutes for a human foot and twenty to twenty-five minutes for a constant walk for a totototoss - well, even if you carefully go downhill bending over the thin, it would be about thirty minutes at most. Unless I fail to drive, I should be able to get there much sooner than usual.

"Asta, are you sure that the price of work is the same as before, even though this is how we are taken care of by Asta? I'm kind of distracted."

and Sheila-Lou calls from behind.

There is no compartment between your podium and your carrier, so there is no difficulty in conversation just by making your voice a little louder.

"No problem. The main point of the job is when you arrive in Inn Town, so you don't have to think that deep about what's going on before or after that."

"Really? - But this is going to take a pretty short time to get to and from. I want to encourage firewood collection when I can get home sooner than ever before."

Sheila-Lou is serious, and I almost spilled a smile.

but just switch heads there.

"But I think it would be enough to secure the firewood about now. If so, can't you leave Sheila-Lou with another job?

"Is it another job? What is it?

As I continue down the path by the woods depicting the loose curves, I reveal a more contemplative plan.

"The 'Giva Burger' patties and the task of making tarapa sauce - or, alternatively, the cutting out of the 'Myrmu Grill' meat and the task of making pickled juice. I'd like to leave either of that to you, what do you think?

As bewildered, Sheila-Lou silences.

But I decided not to rush the answer and wait.

"But - if I get that far, won't there be room for Asta to get...?

"Yes. The truth is, that's what I'm here for. It may take a while to make it happen, but I was hoping to get one of the stalls cut up only by the Lew family."

Silence again.

I decided to overlap the words here.

"This is something I've been thinking about for a long time. We make our own contract with the owner of the lodging house, prepare ourselves under the dishes, protect the quality of the flavors, screw out the cost of ingredients and the rental fee for the stalls from among our earnings, and set up a business. If you could accomplish all that work without me, all that stall sales would be the property of Lew's house."

…………

"I haven't even spoken to Donda-Lou yet, and I'm not going to rush into it. But first, as a precursor, I thought you'd like me to remember how to cook. - How about that?

"Duh... why is that? Doing that just makes it seem like Asta has nothing to gain by decreasing the amount of copper coins Fa's house gets...?

Sheila-Lou's voice was trembling unreliably.

I smile without anyone, feeling the gentle wind on my cheeks.

"That's not true. If I could put one of the stalls in Lew's house, my job would be so much easier that I would be able to reach out to business in that perhaps other direction. … I would also like to study and research more towards that."

"Study or research...?

"Yes. If we do well, we may be able to wholesale food to many more inns ahead, and even if we don't, we want to review the contents of our current dedication, too. It takes too long to cook, and cooking with chit-pickled dishes is only expensive."

"Ha..."

"Besides, it's more of a stall dedication. Now" Myrmu Grill "prepares 60 meals of" Giva Burger "with 90 meals, for a total of 150 meals, but" Myrmu Grill "has about 10 extra meals every day, doesn't it? Then I'm thinking," Meermoo Grill "and" Gibba Burger "should be reduced to 60 meals at a time, and the third dedication should be revealed."

"What, do you increase the number of stalls to three?

"No, it's just one thought. Whatever it is, I can't even get more planting jobs in the current situation. I think the real thing to think about is after we can leave one of the stalls to the Lew family"

If you don't even think about location costs, street rentals, and labor costs, your net income will fall.

However, there was also a willingness to try another menu one at a time, keeping the popular current menu.

If that makes it possible for three types of dedication to be exposed to 60 meals at a time, as a result, it will be possible for more people to eat Guiba meat dishes than ever before, and on the other hand, 180 meals in three stalls is better than 150 meals in two stalls, so that you can fit in with the managers of the other stalls? I don't even think about it.

Whatever it is, the purpose of selling Giva meat dishes to us is not to make a net profit, but to make people aware of the deliciousness of Giva meat.

This is the act of a grand plan to "sooner or later get them to buy the giva meat itself", so to speak, in a presentation.

"It sounds awful, but I'm not going to go ahead and talk abruptly. Because it's only been a month since I've finally started this business. The public opinion is particularly precarious right now, and we want to be cautious. … but as far as the plans to leave one of the stalls to the Lew family are concerned, as far as everyone's work is concerned, I also wonder if it will be difficult to achieve."

If that makes it possible to do business independently in Luu's house as well, I won't have to abandon my ambition to bring a rich life to the woodside in case this my presence disappears - which was one of the factors that came up with this in the first place.

But humans don't even know when they're going to die. Even if it's no longer on you like me, it's the truth of the world, so I don't think it's ever a bad thing to keep your hands around everything you can turn.

Besides, even if that was one of the factors, it wasn't the biggest one.

About a month ago, around the fifth day I started trading stalls, the first time Sheila-Lou helped me do my job, I thought very naturally. With about Sheila-Lou's skill, it will be possible to cover one of the stalls in time, he said.

So I just kept my thoughts on my chest for about a month.

Mother Meer Ray once told me why she was always trying to get on the path that she would lose.

But the purpose of Fa's house is to bring abundance to the woods.

It is not the intention of the parents, Ai-Fa, that wealth be concentrated in Fa's house.

If it's my only job, let's squeeze as much power as we can.

But if it's a job that anyone but me can do, I think it's more efficient to give up that seat and focus on other jobs.

And I also think that people with power should receive the price they deserve for that power.

Sheila-Lou would be eligible to receive it.

"What do you think? Even if we leave it behind for the rest of the plan, we just need to make sure you remember your job first, and I'm very helpful."

"No... but to me..."

"I don't think it's a problem as a cooking skill. Originally, the tarapa sauce is in a state that Sheila-Lou can make alone, and even the hamburger patties, originally Sheila-Lou was good at it, wasn't she? Of course, the important thing in business is to keep it flavorful every day. I want to be handy with that, too."

…………

"But would 'Myrmu Bake' be easier for the task? As long as you learn how to cut meat, it won't be difficult after.... As far as I'm concerned, it would be more helpful to have the laborious Gibba Burger."

"It's okay! Hanbah, what the hell, because I'm good at it too!

And Sheila-Lou's voice has responded forcefully.

I had half predicted it, but that was Raina-Lou's voice.

"Asta, Myrmu's dishes are strongly flavored to match the people in town, right? Then it would be more worthy of Hanba-gu to take it on at Lew's house. Because I'm sure it's hard to cook food that we don't think is ideal for ourselves."

"Oh, I think so."

"Besides, I find it difficult for Sheila-Lou alone to consolidate his readiness to take Asta's place on the shoulder. Neither will it be difficult for me to consolidate such readiness. But if me and Sheila-Lou join forces - at least, I think it will be possible to work about one arm of Asta!

"That's a buy. When you two join forces, I think it's possible to make a better 'Gibba Burger' than I do, right?

"... it is Asta who is buying us away"

While answering that way, Rayna-Lew's voice remained powerful.

"I'm sorry I took the liberty of talking to you, Sheila-Lou. But I want to try - to see how far my powers work. So if we succeed, maybe we can get pride like Asta as well as copper coins?

"As Kamado's number, pride..."

Sheila-Lou's voice was small, but not as trembling as it had just been.

And for a while, only the guttagoto and the tone of the luggage cars going - around the sight of a narrow side road leading to the Inn Town, Sheila-Lou finally said.

"... Asta gives us a hand job for what we don't have enough power, right?

"Yes, of course."

"Then - I'd like to test my powers too."

I said "thank you" to my chest with great satisfaction, and then I squeezed Gill's reins to slow down a little.

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Even after arriving in the boarding town, no such problems arose.

For the management of tototos and luggage, parking is allowed in the space behind the stall. However, if we were to connect tototoss, the leaves in the grove would be eaten, so we were supposed to pay two extra pieces of red copper coins a day.

Even though the stall cost one red copper coin a day, I didn't question the pricing slightly if it would cost twice as much to connect Tototos. It's cheap from the price of the place in the first place, so it doesn't get to the point of dissatisfaction. This one is still more affordable because even half a day would require three red copper coins to be deposited in a regular toss store.

Either way, business went better.

First thing in the morning, customers from the east and south line up at the store, and customers from the west come pompous around that wave. There is no change, for better or worse, in the ratio that 40% of the total is East and South people and the remaining 20% is West people.

(Of course, the number of customers didn't decrease despite all that noise, so I just have to thank you there...)

Still, I didn't even feel a little stuck.

After all, it concerns customers in the west.

I think the customers in the east and south have changed their faces quite a bit in the past month. I guess there are still not that many people who stay in Genos in a long span like The Silver Pot or your old builder.

However, due to their reputation in lodgings such as "The Great Tree Pavilion of the South" and "The Xuanrong Pavilion", new arrivals in Genos are visiting the stalls instead of putting them in. Since I started to wholesale food to the inn, I think its effectiveness has become more pronounced as well.

On the other hand - the customers of the people of the west have not changed their faces very much.

Even if there are not many people visiting from an approximate town on the run, it is natural, because the settlers are still the more overwhelming majority.

In other words, the customers of the people of the west, who on average visit us about thirty people a day, most of whom are regular visitors for a month.

In the first place, how many western people live in this Inn Town of Genos? I don't know about that. When was it, I think I said I had thousands of people, but that's an obscure secondary information.

However, just looking at the buzz along this street and the dwelling areas spreading to the west, I guess it's not a 1000 or 2000 figure.

Even if it doesn't reach the number of thousands, it's still a reasonable account that there are thousands.

Of course, not all residents of Accommodation Town are eating snacks in this outdoor area. The only guests in the area were the guests of the Inn Town and the people who worked in the shops along the street.

So how big is that pie?

I think we can calculate that from the number of stalls and their sales.

How many snack stalls are there in this spacious outdoor area - maybe, I don't think, 50 down, maybe 60 or 70.

So, the market for street sales ranges from 20 to 50 meals a day. If you want to take the middle, 35 meals.

Even if you try a smaller number of 60 stalls, if you multiply it by 35 meals, the number of visitors is 2100.

2100 people.

Since we are able to attract 140 of them in two stalls, I still think that our store is a big deal for sales.

So after all, the problem was the ratio.

As far as the commutes are concerned, the number one there is still the people of the west.

At least half, 60% or 70%, seem to be the people of the west.

That makes it the account that 60% of the 2100 people, 1260 of whom are the people of the west, even if it is estimated less.

Less than thirty of them have come to our store.

If you make it a percentage, it's just under two or four percent.

What percentage of the people of the west who are visiting the stalls now are just now?

On the other hand, if you calculate the exotic customers, out of 840, it turned out to be 110.

Once in proportion, it is just over 13 percent.

More than one out of ten customers from the east and south have come to this store.

West customers have only come about two out of a hundred.

No matter how good the sales were, this was the current situation in our store.

There was originally a great deal of isolation, and about ten days ago it caused that kind of noise. Still, so many people are eating Gibba's dishes without abandoning the people by the woods. That would be a lifetime thing - which way to take the next step, I couldn't quite see the path.

(... so I wonder if they'll think I'm in a hurry or something because I'm distracted like this)

And around showing an irresistible spread whether it was my thoughts or my delusions, I was pulled over the hem of my t-shirt.

"Asta, are you okay? You're a customer, right?

Raina-Lou, who was in charge of "Gibba Burger" together, looks up at me worried.

I laughed back at you, and then I slapped myself gently on the cheek.

"I'm sorry. I was just thinking.... excuse me. Welcome."

But my smile was supposed to pull in there.

And the young men of the people of the south, who had not grown beards, stood there on the top of the Buddha.

"Oh, thank you.... What can I do for you today?

Rayna-Lew didn't seem to notice, but that was a young man named that Larvis yesterday.

"I came up as a guest today. It turned out to be that noise yesterday, is it possible for you to sell the food?

The expression looks grumpy, but the tone and the waist are the same.

I move my gaze to the left and right to see if there's any of those little rioters, and I say, "Of course."

"Thank you for being so rude yesterday. Uh, can I have one of you?

"Yes."

"But this dish has a slightly stronger meat flavor than yesterday's, and it feels special to chew on. A few people from the south have been customers before and they don't like its flavor and chewing, so why not try it before they buy it?

Recently, there have been fewer customers tasting, so I have no choice but to sacrifice commercial patties when this happens. There is no change in the fact that developing new customers is more important than selling two red copper coins.

But my words make a young man look so grumpy.

"Really?... Is it so strong that it tastes like that meat?

"Um, if you're okay with southern customers, I'm fine. Still, one way or another, the dish with Myrmu over there seems to be more popular with southern customers."

"... what shall we do?," the young man tilted his thick neck.

No, I don't care what he asks me to do - and I'm about to say it, and I accidentally say, "Wow."

From the shadow of the body of the young man, who was thick as a people of the south, his dark and still brown hair, and his green eyes in a beautiful shade like emerald, appeared carefully.

"Hey, you were there, too. Um... I'm so sorry I made a rude statement yesterday"

I took off my head towel and let him bow his head about thirty degrees.

Dial, the girl of the people of the south, stares at me still, only part of her hair and her left eye.

"What do you want to do? It's also possible to check the taste, isn't it?

A young man twisted his neck and tried to look at you.

Really, the girl said, "Fool! Don't move! You'll see!," he twitches.

"No, you know, I've already seen a little bit of it, so it doesn't make sense to be hiding...?

When I whisper, the white skin around my eyes, which is slightly visible, turns red.

"... you're not mad?

"Yes?"

"Yesterday, I hit you twice, and Asta's not mad?

"Yeah, well, this is the first place I've lost my respect. Still, I'm not impressed with the use of violence. I'm not angry because I deserve it."

I didn't feel up to a loving laugh, but I could answer that peacefully.

And it's also true that you're not angry.

"... aren't you really mad?

"Yeah, I'm not mad."

"... I'm still angry though"

"Oh, yeah, I'm reflecting that it was really bad,"

"... you still think of me as a boy or something?

"I don't think so! I was just caught up in the assumption that the girl from the south couldn't be in Genos or something. I'm really reflecting, so I was wondering if you could somehow forgive me?

Even out poorly did it work, so the girl finally showed up from behind the young man.

I knew it was small and very idle. The nose stands out and is extremely loving. If you find out, you're a girl, no matter where you look from. How did you go out of your way to do a brain conversion called "Pretty Boy Like A Girl" etc. The human psyche is inexplicable.

But let me just say, if you don't want to be mistaken for a man, you could dress more feminine, I guess.

The outfit of sleeveless torso tops with barrel trousers is the same as that of a young man, and the colour is chic and practical.

The people of the woods, the people of the west, the women are so feminine and gorgeous in their outfits, and the exposure is quite considerable.

If this girl was asked if she was making a feminine proposition, well, although the nani is a bit arrogant, I still couldn't think that if she dressed like a girl, she would be as cute as everyone would look back.

"... he's a beautiful woman."

And, the girl Dial looks more at Raina-Lou with an insured eye.

Raina-Lou said with a bewildered smile, "Yes?," he tilted his neck.

"The guy over there is beautiful, and the girl with the red hair next door is so cute. Are there many beauties in the woods?

"Well, yeah, maybe that's an undeniable fact."

"... if you're surrounded by such beauties, it's only natural for a greedy person like me to look like a boy."

"That's not true! Even you look so cute that you can't beat everyone, huh?

Reflectively, I returned those words.

As a result, Deal's white face turned so bright red - and Rayna-Lew's crushed eyes narrowed cold, like our parents'.

I wonder if Rayna-Lew can look at me like that - and let me take a deep breath.

"Then you're not a horse deer? If you're in a good mood and you say those words, you're gonna lose your credibility, okay? Asta's really insensitive!

"Yes. Sometimes I hate myself enough.... Anyway, if you ever wanted to eat my dishes again beyond grace, be sure to! I'm going to split the meat for the taste now..."

"I don't need a taste.... Are you sure you want to sell me the dishes?

"There's no reason not to sell it, is there? I'd be happy to buy it for you."

Then Dial looked happy - really happy, grinning at me - still leaving redness on his cheeks.

Perhaps the last obsession that was in my mind dissolved was the moment I saw that uncontrolled smile.

She is a girl who is a bit tricky in words and deeds, but too honest for her emotions anyway. In terms of people close to me, I might be the type that's pretty close to Lara-Lew.

So - that kind of human smile is really fascinating.

Somehow, I remember the first time Balan's old man gave me a smile.

"Then sell it! How many copper coins?

"Thank you. I have two red copper coins for you."

"That's cheap! Is it that cheap and original?

"Yeah. Well, just like the rest of the stalls."

By allowing Ai-Fa to resume his hunting work, he also eliminated the need to buy meat from an approximate house, depending on the day. Although the cost ratio varies considerably from one stall to the next, the conditions are not worse than in other stalls.

Meat of the day, by the way, was purchased from the Lan family, not the Lou family.

The price is also 120 pieces instead of 12 red copper coins for one head. Negotiations with Mother Meer Ray through Zwei led to a correction of the purchase price of meat.

Depending on the size of the giva, the price resulted in a width of between 100 and 140 red copper coins. Moreover, we also made an arrangement to buy half the price for half a branch of meat. Unlike the Lou family, which hunts many Gibbas every day in a constant fashion, in the case of small clans, we must also take due account of what we eat.

"Then give me one! Oh, are you sure you don't want Larvis?

"Yes, because I had a snack before I left the hall."

As he responded, the young man removed a small cloth bag from his nostrils.

White copper coins out of it are placed on the table.

"Thank you. Eight red copper coins in return."

I work on making "Giva Burger," and Raina-Lou takes out the red copper coin for the change.

But Larvis was more unresponsive, even if Raina-Lou offered it.

Raina-Lou nods as small as he perceived something, placing the copper coin on the table.

So the young man shrugged up eight copper coins silently.

I don't even want to touch my hands as much as possible with the people by the woods?

It is a bit of a rare sight, as it is common for humans who abhor the people by the woods not to try to get close to the stalls.

(Hmmm...... I knew there were parts that were a little hard to handle)

With that in mind, I gave the finished 'Giva Burger' to Dial.

"Please wait. Take care not to spill Tarapa."

"Yeah! Thanks!

and this one is a full smile in a way that completely restores your mood.

So, as I did yesterday, when I don't hesitate to hang onto the dish, those eyes narrow in such a happy way.

"Yummy! I knew you didn't need a taste! It's as good as yesterday's, Asta!

"Thank you. I'd love to hear you say that."

"Yeah, but the meat over here is a lot softer. This is Giva's meat too, isn't it?

"That's right. This dish is cooked round chopped meat."

"Hmm, that's elaborate! I never thought I'd be able to eat that kind of food in Inn Town."

Cook-like dishes, huh?

I'm curious about that word.

"Hey, you usually eat Castle Town food, don't you? Is that, after all, unparalleled cuisine in the boarding town?

"Yeah? That's right! Because it's completely different from the ingredients I use!... but Asta's food is delicious. How can it be so delicious when it's a dish that can be made with two red copper coins"

With a smile and a laugh, I drop my eyes on a cross section of the 'Giva Burger' that was just taken.

"This carved vegetable is Tino, right? So, it's the tarrapa that's simmering, right? The cheap tarapas are supposed to be sourer, but this is sweet and flavorful."

"Huh? Does a less sour tarapa even exist? I'm simmering this with the chopped aria to reduce acidity.... I guess the flavor is thanks to the fruit liquor and myrmu"

"Fruit liquor. Ah. But that's cheap, too, right?

"Fruit alcohol is cheap, isn't it? It's about a bottle of red copper coin."

"One red copper coin! That's cheap enough to make me laugh!

It is an arrogant and disgraceful word.

I guess only this bad mouth is native. It's extremely complicated for me to say that cooking skills are praised and ingredients are slandered.

"But I can't believe you're using such cheap ingredients to cook such delicious dishes. Doesn't that mean Asta has such good skills? Why would someone like Asta do business in an inn town or something?

"Whatever you say, I'm a forest folk. I'm sure it's impossible for a forest folk to do business in a castle town?

In my words, Dial's eyebrows drop.

As always, emotional switching is very fast.

"Sorry. I said dormitory town again. I don't hate boarding town, do I? Rather, Castle Town is so tough and sexually unsuitable that it's getting out like this every day.... but I really don't like the cheap food in the lodging town..."

"Oh, yeah, I'm not that uncomfortable."

"I don't like it when people say I cheapen the ingredients I use... sorry"

"No, he said he wasn't angry! Look, you shouldn't eat the food before it's cold!

"... yeah..."

Dial stared at my face worried for a while, but eventually let the meal resume as if he had been distracted.

There, a bunch of tall men in skinned capes approached me, so I almost accidentally spilled my sighs.

Bad time between them - or I guess they're both fixed enough to have a day's share of the time. As expected, that group was the Silver Pot.

Dial, who casually tried to pull herself out of front of the stall, also looks at the silver hair that emerged from under the hood and stomps like a hack.

Asta, five at a time, please.

"Thank you every time.... Um, come on, yesterday's promise is still valid, right?

Worried. When I called Dial, he said, "Shut up!" and was returned in a grumpy manner.

And the girl looks up at Schmiral's length with an angry face.

"Hey! I have something to tell you!

Schmiral looked down at Dial silently.

This one is the faceless expression of the deposition itself.

This kind of difference in temperament is also due to the fact that it has become a hostile country, Dial hoists his eyebrows in such frustration.

But - the next moment, it was released from that little mouth, "I'm sorry!" It was an apology.

"I hate the Sims and all, but I might have been wrong to say something insulting to the Sims in western territory. So sorry!

It's like, "You idiot!" I'm sorry! ".

But I'm sure it was the best compromise line for this girl.

Schmiral nodded small, with the same expression.

"Sim, Jagal, the war, the day it ends, me, I'm waiting. Me, Jagal, hateful, no."

"Well, I was born in Jagal, but I was born in Zeland in the West. I don't know much about the war... but that's enough! Don't make me talk too much! Because I think I'm going to be rude again!

and Dial grabbed on to 'Giba Burger' like a lid on his mouth.

And now you're not complaining, but you're making fun of me.

Of course, I didn't complain.

Honestly, I'm sorry. I think the kid who can is a good kid.

"... you, yesterday, castle town, yellow hall, saw. Maybe you, the iron equipment store, the Chamber of Commerce?

and while waiting for the completion of "Gibba Burger," Schmiral quietly overlapped the words.

Dial glances at Schmiral's face with an objectionable eye and a single head elevated.

"You're telling me not to make me talk too much!... That's right. I'm from Zeland, so it's up to the iron shop."

"Zeland, iron, famous. From Zeland, knife, buy, say, me, business, gone."

"Oh, did you mean that Sim guy who was selling the knife to you? I'm sorry to hear that! Because if it's knife making or pot making, Jagal can't beat Sims or anything!

He puts his chest up proudly, says it out, and then looks back at me worried.

"... well, that's not a bad word, is it?

"Yeah, well, you don't have to be so uptight."

Besides, it's a question plucked from Schmiral.

I'm sure this is a necessary conversation for Schmiral, because he probably won't like it and bring public discourse or anything to the people of Jagal.

"We, every year, had knives, sold. But I don't need it anymore, they told me.... you guys, I'll sell it."

"Hmm? Oh, it looks like you made some kind of special deal with our father and your wife. I don't know what that is, and I knew it, and I can't tell you anything about business vendettas!... I mean, you were an iron fixer too?

"Ironware store, no. We, the knife, the kettle, the vitreous, the cloth, we'll sell anything."

"Hmm? Well, anyway, you've changed the business spearhead in the future! Because iron is a Jagal specialty, and among other things, Zeland is a thriving town by selling iron! You can't beat a wooden merchant like that!

And every time I cut it, it's a real thing to look at me.

At this point, smiling beats being angry.

Besides, I also think merchants are right to shred their sneezes from each other.

"A good knife, make, encourage.... but a word, okay?

"What? You're a lot of chatter, aren't you, Sims?

"Conversation, I like it. Words, I want to remember more.... the old man in the yellow hall, promises and breaks. It was us, the knife, the prep, for nothing. You guys, be careful, I think."

"Yeah? What are you talking about? If you haven't even exchanged pledges, you can't complain about the business going on! You think you can do a lot of business with that?

"Pledge, we exchanged. But the promise, it's been broken. If you have a complaint, Castle Town, Pass, Take it away, I was told. I'm in trouble, so I promised, I gave up, I made up my mind."

In the words of Schmiral, Deal's adorable face comes to an evil shape.

Though, it was about the shape of a puppy who got in the way of his diet.

"What's that? Was he such a jerk? Well, rather than being a nobleman, he seemed more mean than a merchant at the end of the day. … so why are you passing such information on to us in business?

"Why… why, special, nothing"

With that said, Schmiral narrowed his eyes slightly.

Looks happy, looks like a fun way to narrow your eyes, this is...

"It's just that you, you apologized. A rare Jagal people, I thought. So I wanted to talk, I thought."

"Hmm! It's weird!," Dial turns that way.

but as it is, I see Schmiral all over again.

"... sort of, but I'll tell my dad to be careful one day. I can't thank you enough for not knowing if you're lying or not!

"Thank you, no need. Let's make a good knife."

So finally this question is over, and Schmiral can eat his' giva burger 'as well.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, I just wanted to tell you as soon as possible that you were allowed a visit to the Lou family, which should be done after this belligerent girl left.

So for one thing, I decide to try to connect the conversation with a public story.

"Business in Castle Town sounds pretty tough, too.... or Schmiral was the kind of man who would do business with nobles"

"Yes. It's a patrol. Old man, lots of knives, bought it for me. Vegetable cutters, meat cutters, lots of them."

"Oh, did you mean a cooking knife?"

Then you're still rolling in my place.

"You don't seem to have eyes for a delicious meal! It seems to be connected to a number of restaurants, and on the contrary, as far as we live the cook in the apartment he lent us. Bad personality is a superior category as a customer!

And, Deal also breaks in with the loss.

"Are you letting me live in that nobleman's apartment? That would surprise me."

"Well! If the story goes well, my house will probably wholesale the swords and spears that the castle soldiers have - and this was something I shouldn't have said yet!

I laugh bitterly at the look of the girl who rushes to shut her mouth.

"You don't have to worry, I won't talk to you like that. How dare you and your nobles?"

"Yeah, right? Sure, he seemed like a bad character! For nobles, civilian life is lighter than silver coins."

Then Dial, turning around, began to shine his eyes.

"That's right! Would you like me to introduce you to Asta? If I could be a cook with nobility, I'd be an Antai for life!

"No, no, no! I think this place suits my skin! I'm not going to be able to cook anything that suits your nobleman's mouth!

"I guess not. If it was Asta, I don't think I'd beat the cooks in that apartment."

And, Deal swoops his cheeks in dissatisfaction.

"... but well, maybe I shouldn't be involved with such a bad character. It would seem like a pain in the ass if I were made obnoxious.... Oh, but I would have liked to try Asta's dishes on those guys. If you were noble, you'd be more surprised than me, wouldn't you? Giva's meat is so delicious!

What a nobleman in Castle Town is on the cloud for me. Now he is at the mercy of the attack of the town of Inn.

Still - a nobleman with a bad personality, huh?

I don't even feel a little bad about anything, so I think I'll just make sure.

"By the way, what is the name of that nobleman?... No, well, if it's not convenient, I won't be forced to ask."

"Hmm? Name? What was that? I think it was Tulun or Taran or something like that."

I should have, I decided to stroke my chest down.

Indirectly, there are aristocrats who don't want to get involved with me and who I don't think should.

Besides - I don't even want to suspect this girl, who's finally starting to feel like a spy right now.

Well, I don't know how many nobles exist in the castle town of Genos, but yes, I guess they don't pinpoint it either - or something like that, and Schmiral has remarked, "No."

"The old man in the yellow hall, Uncle Turan, is called. Turan district, north of Genos, territory. Orchards, fuwano fields, lots."

"Oh yeah, it was Turan! Well, isn't that a title, not a name?

"Yes. This is Turan Uncle Cycleus. Genos, the Three Horsemen, one."

Schmiral said that quietly.

It was time for Jomtien to look over her head - and then I decided to let her sigh with all my strength.