184 (8) Michele of Turan

Turan is the territory of the north of Genos ruled by Cycleus.

I was told that there were more important orchards there than southern farms, protected from Gibba by wooden walls, and yet made slaves work to make money.

So, well, this guy was a complete preconceived notion, where more conceited people lived than lodging towns and farms, and harsh labor was left to slavery, enjoying a life of leisurely comfort, or delusions.

Therefore, this michelle was dressed in thinner and dirtier outfits than the people of the boarding town, and was intoxicated from noon onwards.

I'm not that poor looking. It's just that my torso coat and foot coat are strangely dark, and besides, the smell of burning is creeping me out. Does it also make it a business to use fire?

Age would be about fifty.

It is a disappointing physique for the people of the west, but strangely fractured faces, arms, etc. The skeleton is stubborn and meaty, with a slightly unbalanced impression.

The brown hair around the gray hair is unconstructively attached to the back, the color of the eyes is dark brown, and the color of the skin is often yellowbrown, which is baked on the day.

He has quite a deep carved face, with a sculptural look engraved on an old tree.

But his face is sober and his eyes are running bloody.

With the half-tree table plunged up, the figure that glimpses us in a position with a bottle of fruit liquor hanging from our left hand was as if it embodied the word self-depravity.

"Hmm... this guy was pretty wasted"

Abandoned with a crouched voice, the michelle filled with fruit liquor.

"Well, whatever, there's only one thing you can tell me. Stay away from Cycleus. If we defy the nobility, we have nothing else to destroy.... Bye."

That's all I say, stand up loosely.

"Oh, wait," I panicked and pushed.

"You came to see me on the lead of Schmiral, didn't you? I'm very grateful for that, but I don't know what to do with it."

"I don't need to know. Now I can fulfill my brother-in-law to that Sim.... Get out of the way, kid"

When I got up, I found out he was bigger than me.

But deep liquor makes my feet flutter. If you put it on properly, it's going to fall as-is.

Still, Ai-Fa was cautiously holding his hand on the knife pattern, wanting to see how Michelle was doing.

"... Either way, a kid like you will never catch the eye of Cycleus. I don't know if it's Giva or Geese, but make as much copper as you like."

"No, I'm not talking to that Cycleus in the cook's shoes.... Um, what are you hearing from Schmiral?

Turan's Michelle turns her intoxicated, cloudy eyes at me as she supports her weight with her right hand on the table.

"I heard that a young man selling Gibba's dishes in the Inn Town may be playing with Cycleus. I want you to lend me your wisdom for that.... so I would have told you what you could say to me. Cycleus, stay away from me."

"I don't want to get anywhere near this one if I can - haven't you heard anything about the people by the woods?

"We're selling Gibba's food, so it's up to the people by the woods. Well, it looks like you were born west or east, but that's none of my business."

With that said, Michele compared the appearance of Ai-Fa and Vina-Lou to his lack of interest.

"... but I was afraid to bring a woman to work. He's a big cook. At that rate, it's fun to encourage work."

"She's my cooking assistant, and she's an escort. It's fun to work, but I'm not going to leave anything behind."

Unexpectedly I said it back, but Michelle was just liquoring, "Did you know?"

I suppressed my defiance, which was about to swell when it swelled, and let it be stated in as flat a voice as possible.

"Er, I hear from Schmiral that it is in the power of the people by the woods to listen to Cycleus because you know about the sins he has committed. If you don't mind, could we talk in a little more detail?

"You're a drunken kid. Why would I want to hear something unpleasant?

Saying in a tongued voice, Michelle nonetheless lowered her back to the chair.

Nail whispers to me when he sees me.

"Then I will wait for you there. When you're done, I'd like to ask you to do your job today."

"Oh, excuse me. I'll cut it up as fast as I can."

I bowed my head to Nail and then settled down in front of Michelle.

Eye-Fa stands right next to it.

"... a man named Cycleus is such a fool to eat"

With the earthen bottle in one hand, Michelle began to speak.

"Holding a bunch of cooks and letting them serve a restaurant with a high value if they do it, or cook in their own hall... on the contrary, even the cooking number at Castel Genos seems to be the breath-taking person of Cycleus. I know it's everyone's desire to eat a delicious meal, but it's no longer a disease zone."

"Ha, does the man named Cycleus raise his blood path to gastronomy that far?"

"You didn't even know that?... So the Castle Town cook is brushing his arms for most of them to be recognized by Cycleus. If it's in his eyes, he'll be born as he thinks, naturally. A man who does not think so will destroy himself sooner or later"

"Destroy yourself..."

"An unarmed cook stops visiting the store, and if he has an arm, he can be held by Cycleus. If you had an arm and refused to be Cycleus' pawn - you'd either be banished from Genos, or you wouldn't be able to live as a cook with your arms cut off."

"What is it? Is that lawlessness allowed in Castle Town?

Hot chunks simmer at the bottom of the belly.

Michelle twisted her mouth like it didn't even seem funny.

"Cycleus is a nobleman with the power after Marstein, lord of Genos. All these twenty years, its power and status became immovable. Isn't that what the people of the woods do?

"Huh?"

"Ten years ago, a Banaam mission was wiped out - and a militia leader was killed, and you people from the woods became Cycleus' hands and feet, eliminating anyone from the way, right?

Of course, I was truly stunned.

"How do you know such a story?

"The soldiers escorting Cycleus were sliding their mouths in the liquor store. If you put alcohol in it, people's mouths are loose."

Is that about the soldiers the chiefs were accompanying when they met with Cycleus?

Not all soldiers pledge absolute loyalty to Cycleus, which is - well, I guess it's lucky for us.

"So there is no such thing as a person in Genos trying to try Cycleus for his sins. I guess not if you turn your fangs to other noblemen, but when you've killed one or two cooks, that's not enough for the noblemen."

"That's a terrible story. I'm going to have a bad chest just asking."

"Hmm. Still, now there won't be a cook against Cycleus in the walls of stone. If you'd listened to me in silence, you'd still be born. … you can use the tools and ingredients appreciated by Cycleus to prepare a dish that he likes. That's the only way to get a comfortable life. The one who defies you is just dumb."

"Then I'm in the dumb category, too. I don't feel like sifting my cooking arm for you."

"... don't worry, you can't shoot Cycleus in the heart with Gibba's cooking."

And, Michelle puts her mouth on the fruit liquor again in a silly way.

but apparently the contents of the earthen bottle had already been drank out, and I rang my nose and put that guy on the table.

"No matter how much copper money you earn in the lodging town, it's not enough for the nobles to take it. Not to mention the cooking of a kid like you, who wouldn't even be caught in the nose. So don't worry, I'm just telling you to encourage me to work the way I've always been, I..."

"... how can you defame Asta's cooking without even eating it, you?

And the eye-fa comes to the lid with his mouth.

"We know that the people of the west are repelling Gibba and the people by the woods. However, I urge you to stop defaming Asta's skill.... Clearly, it's unpleasant"

"I'm not slandering you. I'm just reassuring you that a kid like this will never get into Cycleus' eyes."

There was no way to be afraid of the hunter Ai-Fa by the woods, and Michele said so.

"Cycleus never moves his forefingers in a dish made of giva meat and cheap vegetables. Well, any ingredient with a bowl of arms would make a delicious dish, but that's not the kind of kid."

"I knew you were defaming me"

With no expression, Ai-Fa burns both eyes irritably.

"Fine, Ai-Fa. What we're worried about is something else.... So your story is over, Michele of Turan?

"Oh. What more are you going to tell me?

"Really? No, thank you. Thank you for taking the time to step in."

After all, no startling new facts or anything else surfaced.

The only notable thing is that Turan's liquor store and yakuza seem to have been whispered not only by the people by the woods, but also by Cycleus.

But unproven bad reviews mean nothing. If it makes sense, even Camus would have done enough to wage an intelligence war.

In the first place, this person named Michel of Turan seemed to have no interest in the people by the woods.

This doesn't make sense to us to have useful information.

(Well, Schmiral was moving without knowing the inside of the people by the woods. Then this is the natural result)

However, then I wonder what the astrologer's prophecy was.

By meeting this person, the people by the woods can gain further power - that word.

(I wonder if this meeting, not the information this person has, means that something destined to benefit the people by the woods will be brought about)

But it's also a matter that you don't want to pry into.

I tried to get up once more, thanking him.

There, I can hit a disturbing gaze.

"What kind of cook is this in Shinjo Inn Town? Can't you make fun of your skills and complain about one of them?

"Yes?... Yes, well, I'm not grooming for nobility. If you're happy with the guests in the lodging town, that's enough."

"Then can you please me? I'm the father of a shitty charcoal shack, aren't I?

Saying provocatively, Michelle stuck her left fingertip at me.

It's definitely a dark fingertip, just like that garment. Charcoal stains have eaten up to between the nails.

Was this smell of coal?

"Is it a charcoal-baked cabin? There's something called charcoal in this genous, too, isn't there? In Inn Town, I didn't see it this way."

"What kind of man in a dormitory town or farm buys charcoal or something like that by purposefully sending out copper coins?... what better than that? Can you cook something that will satisfy me, kid?

"... Giva's meat is crusty. I don't like the strength of some people, so I can't tell you anything."

Even on such a drunken provocation, it is inexplicable.

Besides, I don't even want to make things rough because I'm the person that Similar led me to.

That's why I responded that way with distinction, but they laughed at me with my nose.

"That's a lot of crude aspirations. The Sims used to lift things up about you, but they know the dishes of unwilling cooks."

"Hey, isn't your mouth too much?

and put his right hand on the wooden table as Ai-Fa burned both eyes.

"Stop it, Ai-Fa.... you know, what kind of people are willing to be? Asked where anyone can cook satisfactorily, does it go to the height of their ambition to respond irresponsibly if they can make yes? It just doesn't seem like it to me."

"Hmm, you mean you're better at turning your tongue than sifting a knife"

"I don't think my tongue is that skillful. If you're interested in my dishes, I serve them in this" Xuanrong Pavilion, "as well as street food. Stop by if you like."

So now I'm trying to cut this off.

But your opponent didn't put the spear away.

"Then try serving food here and now! If I'm satisfied, I'll recognize you as a cook."

Myself, I still think I'm half a serving - and when I said the word, etc., it was going to be so confusing.

"Okay. If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll serve you some food. Copper coins are for the master of the inn."

"Hmm.... dude! Give me another bottle of fruit liquor!

Not to be bothered, Nail came into the dining room carrying a bottle of fruit liquor.

Something's gone wrong.

Somehow, it was a development reminiscent of the encounter with Deal.

Either way, if you don't start working hard enough, it'll sound later.

Milan-Math and his daughter agreed to learn how to cook from me, so they were supposed to go to the Kimmus Tail Pavilion after this.

Today's contribution, however, is a 'chit pot'.

The "chit pan" takes over the simmering on the nail for three or forty minutes after we exit, and that finally completes it. Then it would take too long, so I was only allowed to make 'Sautéed Arabiata Style of Giva' for one meal with spare meat.

"Excuse me. I kind of brought in troublesome customers."

When I wobbled on the nail while stirring the meat, the gentle word "fine" returned.

"You can have a copper coin and it's a customer. It's in my interest to serve Asta a meal apart from the usual thirty."

After I say that, I look a little worried "but".

"Speaking of Cycleus, wasn't that the name of the owner of Count Turan's house? It feels dangerous to engage with such aristocracy."

"Oh yes...... I don't want to get involved as much as I can either. He's related to people by the woods."

But still, none of the possibilities for my dishes to enter the mouth of Cycleus would be equal. It seems impossible for a nobleman to go down to the lodging town first, and it's impossible for me to step into the castle town without a pass.

Still, if that one got interested in my cooking, I wonder how I could stand and behave with aristocratic privilege, but so far there's no sign of that. If the words of Camus that he is not treating the people of the woods as human beings are true, it should be impossible for Cycleus to be interested in the cooking of Gibba either.

Within that in mind, "Sautéed Arabiata Style of Giva" was completed.

"I'll accompany you, too. I'm sorry if I can complain about something."

"Yes, then please"

The fire turn of "Chit Pot" is entrusted to Vina-Lou, who will head to the dining room with Nair with a wooden dish and me and the three of us, Ai-Fa.

"Well, that was a long time ago."

Michelle turns a rough eye as she grunts the second fruit liquor.

"This will be our dish made for Asta. If you skip the fuwano, you get three red copper coins, half of the divided coins, and if you put a fuwano on it, you get five red copper coins."

"Can we eat from within to Fuwano on a day like this? With fruit liquor, that's enough."

Throw out the copper coin on the table, exhaling the smell of alcohol.

Nail put the wood dish down and then carefully creased the three copper coins and the split coins broken in half.

"Hmm -" Michelle grabs the wooden spoon unwrought.

On a wood dish, Giva's roast meat covered in chit and tarapa red sauce was freshly hot.

I hear that many people even in the west prefer the spiciness of this chit, but what about this michele?

In the meantime, there's no way I'm afraid of the irritating aroma that's going to salivate just because I'm sniffing it.

Whether the drunkenness is spinning, with a slightly obnoxious hand, creep up the fillets of meat and throw them into your mouth.

For a moment its eyes felt like it flashed a thunderous light.

Carefully chew the meat and drink it down with fruit liquor.

And Michelle looked at me.

"... this tarapa has a mix of carved arias?

"Yes, that reduces tarapa acidity"

"Is this flavor fruit liquor and myrmu?... and you use tau oil."

"Yes, it's just a hidden taste."

How could I tell so much with this dish with the spicy taste of chit, I decided to wrap my tongue around it in my heart.

Apparently, this is Goren, who has quite a sharp taste.

Probably the sharpest taste of people I've ever met in this world.

"Gibba's meat is a lot better meat. If it had been Kimmus or Karon's feet, I would have lost this intense flavoring.... Hey, kid"

"Yes."

"You stay away from Cycleus."

"Huh?"

The next moment something slightly happened.

Michelle's fingertips stretched out to my chest at an unexpected rate - and at a faster pace than that, Ai-Fa twitched Michelle's left wrist.

"Let's get some disrespectful imitation done, Michelle."

"Ouch, dude. You're gonna break my fine arm, though?

Ai-Fa abandoned Michelle's hand unconstitutionally.

"Chip," he tongues, then Michelle slaps the table hard with his liberated left hand.

"You can't. If you want to live peacefully and safely, never show your skill to such a sex-rooted, rotten nobleman. Well, if you want silver coins even if they crush you like"

"... If that's a word of praise, let me thank you"

"What a compliment. I guess I'm just advising you to spare the glamour of that strangely mouth-watering Sim guy, huh?

Michelle's eyes were burning disturbingly.

Like Gibba's soup, which boils around, the passion is spilling out.

"There are as many as you think getting more money is pride as a cook. If you're such a person, you have nothing to say.... but never get close to Cycleus if you don't. If you can't sell your self-esteem in silver, then all you have to wait for is your own ruin"

"They cut off my arm muscles and shut my way as a cook, is that it? Sure is the perfect way to look at it."

"I guess so. That's the same thing that's dead when you live forever."

Saying with a bottom voice, Michelle slowly lifted her right arm down to eye height as well.

That blackened palm can stick to my nose tip.

A broken, unexpectedly long fingered hand.

The finger - only the pinkie and the medicine finger - moved to a strange sensation.

"My right hand can only move these two fingers anymore. With these arms, you can't hold a cooking knife or grab a pot."

I take my breath in dismay.

Michelle carelessly brought her burning eyes closer to me, she said.

"If you don't want to be this physical, never get close to Cycleus. Get the hell out of Genos or something.... This isn't the right town for a decent cook."