216 (10) Croquette of giva meat and chutch

Hours later - when we got off to work on time, we returned to Luu's settlement in the same formation as yesterday.

Provided, however, that it is not a farewell, but a return with heavy and painful air.

Because the hunters, headed by Ai-Fa, were still unable to quench their anger.

"Oh, thank you for your patience.... What's going on? It's time for you to put your face away."

Balsha of Masala, who seemed to have completely become a member of this settlement, leaned her neck in an inhospitable manner as she lowered her salaries.

Lyada-Lu, its watchman and guard, also slightly frowned, and Mida looks down on us in a pompous manner.

"Oh, I got a message from Cycleus.... Lyada-Lu, are your fathers still in the woods?

"Hmm. The sun is still high, so it will take a while now to get back"

"Oh well. I wonder if my father would be mad, too. No, my dad wouldn't be mad at us for talking about it."

"What the hell did you do? If you don't mind, I want you to listen to me."

Barsha is also beginning to float the color of tension on its Tang Lion plated face.

As he turned to you, Rudd-Lou shrugged his yellow-brown head.

"It's not like I'm hiding it from you. The day after tomorrow, the Cycleus bastard came up with a deal."

"Conditions?"

"Oh. The first was talking about changing the venue of the talks to that guy's hall in Castle Town, not Turan. He's not feeling well, so he's a hundred million bucks to get out of the building."

Instead of taking Zulo-Sung and the others, the people at the woodside planned to accompany all dozens of guard hunters.

Even if only a few people, including the chiefs, stood around the building and stepped inside when things happened.

"In Castle Town, you can't step in without a pass. It has nothing to do with the talks. Human beings are allowed to accompany up to ten people. You're kidding me at all, right?

"Ten, huh? … I see."

Only quietly, Lyada-Lou said.

"Does that still mean we were alert over here to this offer to take Zulo-Sung et al?

"Heh! That would be a more natural story than conveniently considering the disease has gotten worse!

But of course, Jimon insisted that it was only because of Cycleus' unexpected physical condition.

And there will be no need for any more escorts or anything like that in the venue of the talks.

Or was there even some kind of rebellion in the people by the woods? It was just a tone.

"Another offer, you're kidding me even more, right? That fuckin 'nobleman brought Asta to the table, what the fuck did he say!

"Asta? Why? Is this only a meeting between a forest chief and Cycleus? Is Asta irrelevant?"

"I don't know! I don't know what the hell you're talking about!

Whispering, Rudd-Lou kicks the ground.

So maybe I'm the calmer of all of this, and I'm supposed to replace the explanator on the shoulder.

"As for the saying over there, you seem to see my origins as a problem. It's a little unprecedented to welcome a migrant people from outside the sea into the clan, so I thought we should be more careful."

It was hard to understand Jimon's words because I didn't fully grasp what this world was all about.

But in short, it seemed to be such an argument that it would be too shallow to inadvertently invite human beings of such origins, since it should be a clan that worships pagan gods, not the sons of the four great gods of this continent.

"Asta is a compatriot by the woods. Asta thinks so herself, and she doesn't complain about us around her, so I don't know what kind of muscle she makes of him from the side!

A few hours ago, in the streets of Inn Town, Rudd-Lou was telling me that, but Jimon shook his head sideways with a cold look.

"So Asta of Fa's house is now also the son of Selva, the Western god, right?

"Yes, I intend to."

Then show me the evidence of Selva's son.

Of course I didn't know what you were talking about.

Jimon nods satisfactorily.

"I don't care if you thank Jagal or Sim. Unless he is the son of Mahydra, the gates of Selva will not be closed. Of course, you can't admit you're a compatriot unless you're still Selva's son."

"... excuse me. I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Hmm. That proves that you're not from this continent."

"Wait a minute! We don't even know what that means!?

Towards Loud Rudd-Lou, Jimon throws a cold glance.

"The people of Moribe haven't learned their lesson as Selva's son, have they? It's a completely hard story to think about, but I can't blame anyone because that seems to be an arrangement exchanged eighty years ago between the Marquis of Genos and the chief of the Moribe. I guess there are only people on this continent who don't even know how to thank God."

"Heh! Except, even Asta..."

"Forestside people can distinguish their origins by their peculiar appearance. Nor, until now, did they need to bond with people outside the woods, so I guess they never got rid of their origins all the more. But Asta of this house of Pha has marked him as a people of emigration but a son of Western God, earning bronze coins in the West. It is Count Turan's idea that abandoning it could also set a bad precedent for the mysterious immigrant people"

Only pale, Jimon went on to say so.

"We cannot overlook the presence of Asta in the house of Fa, regardless of the untimely end of the daughter of the Count. If Asta of Fa's house intends to continue to live as a forest people, a people of Genos, it is only natural that the authorization of Lord Marstein of Genos will be required."

"... the roots of his tongue, which apologized for the untimeliness of his daughter, were also dry, and now he will follow such a discourse"

And - finally, Ey-Fa spoke that way with a cold, sharp voice when it came to the ice blade.

"There is no such thing as a heart to disgrace its shallowness in that nobleman named Cycleus?

"Keep your mouth shut, it's Ai-Fa in Fa's house. No matter how defamatory the rest of us may be, the Count is in a position not to overlook the character of Asta in Fa's house."

After that, it almost made a scene like they might have called a guard already.

"I turn to the chief for instructions!" If I hadn't taken it, it could have been really irrevocable.

As much as that, the Ai-Fa and Rudd-Lou had gone mad.

"In short, a bastard named Cycleus just said that both Asta and the Sung family were trying to get all of their own! It's so easy to understand, it makes me laugh!

In front of the Lyada-Lou's, who are seriously frowning, Rud-Lou shouts out again.

Emotions are rich and very honest temperament Rudd-Lou, but it was really unusual for this boy to reveal so much anger.

"Apart from that, maybe Cycleus is wary of being rammed by the people by the woods in a meeting place after all. If you stay on your feet like me, the Chiefs won't be able to move around."

"It doesn't matter! Take Yamil-Ray and Zwei to the meeting room! The Cycleus bastard is going after Asta just like his daughter."

Rudd-Lou was no longer the eyes of a hunter altogether.

Ai-Fa remains faceless in Ai-Fa and has become more of a noisy eye-catcher than Rudd-Lou.

"... but how ready are we to come to the talks in two days' time has been communicated to the people of the Inn Town as well? Then it is only natural for a nobleman named Cycleus to be vigilant when he hears it."

In a deposited voice, Lyada-Lou said so.

"And that you allowed Gazran-Rutim to spread the story... even though the Chiefs may be wary of Cycleus, rather let him take the other's sincerity with that move,"

"Oh, my God, that! So if we were at a disadvantage, we'd be fools!

"It may not even be disadvantageous, such as this one.... Whatever it is, it's going to be nothing where we made a scene. Asta's right. We'll wait for the chief to decide."

But I guess the conclusions and such are all along.

The monarchs are over there. If there is no rebellion, it can be anywhere, such as the place of the talks, and if there are ten people, such as the number of escorts, it will be enough - then it seems like there is no way to resist it. As far as my treatment is concerned, again.

Because we know that, I guess the Ai-Fa and Rudd-Lou guys have gotten so excited too.

After two days of talks, Cycleus finally brought his sickle, too.

Regardless, even if we were discussing this without a chief, it would not be obvious, so we decided to get to our current job.

The hunters, other than Ai-Fa and Rudd-Lou, scatter on the spot and aim for the rest of the group.

During Kama, Rimi-Lou, who was on duty today, had begun to prepare to bake Poitan alone.

"What are Rudd and I-Fa so angry about?

I get ready to slice the meat as I hear Rudd Rudd start explaining it out loud again to Limi-Rudd, who leans his little neck strangely.

Then Barsha, who has followed me today, called out, "You seem a lot calmer on our part".

"Yep. Until I obey the word of the chief. It's very painful to be bothered by my presence - but I don't want to be humbled if it wasn't for me."

"Yeah. Out of the way, you got a liver sitting around."

"That's not true. Inside, he's angry, he's anxious."

It's just that I was weirdly sedated with my apologies and gratitude for it because the i-fa's were angry with me until my minute.

Whatever it is, it's not just about me.

I guess it's a problem we should all bear with me, who wanted to be part of the woodland, and the woodland people who allowed me to do that.

So I want to think along with everyone by the woods and choose the best path.

"But it's a hell of a story not knowing how to thank God. I never thought such a clan would exist on this continent."

Saying, Balsha spread her succeeding right arm straight to the side and showed her how to grab her heart with her left hand.

"I, Barsha of Masala, swear by this soul that he is the son of Selva, the Western God.... That's all I'm saying, thank God."

"Ah. So you can prove that you are a people of the West?

"Well, isn't it easy?... except that if you untie a false thank-you, the human will be torn apart by four souls after his death. Royalty or banditry, this oath cannot be taken alone."

Laughing, Barsha lowers her arms.

"Well, as long as you stay away from Mahydra, yes, I don't have a chance to prove my God. For example, a human being who looks like the people of the North, like Camua-Josh, would have to prove himself everywhere."

"Oh, I see"

If Schmiral were to serve as his son-in-law to Moribe, it would be unacceptable for him to name Sim's son again.

If you hide it and continue your business with Mahydra, and you are forced to stand up for yourself in some fold, it will be exposed that you have transferred your faith to Western God, - I mean, I guess that's what I mean.

(I knew switching gods was about as important as that)

Then I must be prepared to be the son of Selva, the Western god.

Fortunately, I was in my homeland, unrelated to God and faith. I think my mother's funeral was a Buddhist ceremony, but honestly, I don't even know which sect it is.

Even I was very anxious to become the son of a god of uncharacteristic qualities - but if I didn't have to, I wouldn't be allowed to name the people by the woods, I had no choice.

(But isn't it true that that lesson has not been communicated to the people by the woods - after all, it was rare to welcome Lord Genos as a compatriot from the beginning?

Or did the chief of the forest side eighty years ago make such a lesson or whatever?

But in the first place, the people by the woods should be from the southern kingdom of Jagal.

If Grandma Ziva is alive from that era, does she have the concept of thanksgiving to God?

Or have people by the woods continued to live their own lives in the woods, leaving such knowledge untouched from the beginning?

(You're a really strange clan, people by the woods)

While I was putting my thoughts to such a thing, the 'Myrmu Grill' meat cut was completed.

"Okay. Well, I guess I'll get to work on my dinner schedule."

Limi-Lew looks back at my words.

"Asta's going to make a supine cheek today, isn't she? What the hell kind of sup are you going to make?

Fortunately, Rimi-Lou hadn't moved at all when he heard Rud-Lou say it.

"Don't worry, Daddy will be fine," he said. He trusts his parents.

So Rudd-Lou has also been drained of poison, which is brought to the wall with a bumpy face.

"Oh, I'm going to use caron's milk today. I brought it yesterday in a luggage truck, that one."

Ten litres of Karon's milk, which I could buy from Jan, were kept in the food bin, enclosed in a pot.

After one night, the fat would be in line by the time it was floating, so we were finally going to start making milk fat while we rubbed the soup with the remaining skimmed milk.

"Excuse me, Asta. May I have some more time to help you over there?

And now Raina-Lou, who snorts at making patties, raises his voice.

Today, he promised to make milk fat and handle caron milk in advance.

"Yeah, 'cause you don't have to rush. In the meantime, I'm going to take my studies a little further."

In each case, the lard used yesterday was left intact.

Of course I seal it as best I can with Gonumoki leaves, but I can't put the lard back in the pot once I used it. It was the intention of the cooking study to confirm how long and how often it would take for the oil to oxidize and become unpleasant for use.

(Luckily, I don't have a problem with fried food stuff)

Yesterday, not only was "Giva Katsu" to be rubbed, but "Giva's Mench Katsu" was also to be rubbed for Grandma Giva, who had weak teeth.

Today, it is a prototype of a third frying dish.

I set fire to Kamado and decided to simmer the prepared chach first.

In the meantime, mince giva loins, pieces of rose meat, etc.

"... Hanba-ku?," Ai-Fa asked in a whisper.

"No, this is another dish," he says, closing his eyelids.

"Hanbah, what is it if it isn't? You use the chatch, too?

Rudd-Lou, who had finally regained his composure, was also looking intriguingly into the iron pan.

Speaking of which, Rudd-Lou likes chatching.

"Yeah, this is a commercial culinary study. I'm going to make a dish called croquette.... Would you like to have a taste of Rud-Lew as well?

"Are you sure?," said Rudd-Lou, sparkling his eyes, and Rimmi-Lou, "Shh!" and raise a voice of dissatisfaction.

"How is it just Rudd? I want to taste the rimi too!

"Oh, I'm sorry. Originally, I was going to taste this by myself, so I only prepared one ingredient."

I may not be nervous, but I was thinking that I would refrain from tasting oil on a daily basis because I was planning on making a little bit of 'giva cutlet' at dinner tomorrow.

Still, it was at least an apology for revealing all that anger for me.

but rimi-luu has become a disgruntled face a lot.

"Look, as I explained yesterday, a dish called fried food may not be good for you if you eat it every day. I think you should take care of your little Limi-Lu."

"Rudd, you're Chibi Rudd!

"I'm not as chicken as you are!

A casual suggestion has provoked a sibling fight.

Looking back at the rough eye-fa, "I don't want it," he preempted.

"If it's too delicious, taste alone won't be enough."

Besides, it seemed to me on my face that it wasn't the dish I wanted to eat, but was that my idea?

"And anyway, I'm just going to make another little 'giva cutlet' at dinner tomorrow, so give me a break. This dish is for commercial use only."

"But if Asta makes it, it's deliciously decided!

"No, I'm even unknown and failing to make mountains. Hey.... If you're so interested, I'll ask you to try it the next time I make it. Right?"

Rimi-Lou, who was cutely fluttering her cheeks, lowered her brow and said, "Really? ♪ And he's staring at me. ♪

"Don't you lie? Promise me?

"Yeah. I promise"

"Ugh... ok. Then I'll be patient."

Limi-Lew let Poitan's baking work resume as he snugly dropped his shoulder.

Rud-Lew laughs "heh heh heh" with a winning look.

What a complex brotherly and sisterly love.

I decided to get my mind back on it and let work resume, too.

First mince the aria and saute quickly in a small amount of lard.

When the ingredients have soaked, add the mince as well and taste with salt and pico leaves.

Later, he pulls up the boiled chatch and crushes it with a grigi stick while it's hot.

In a wooden dish, once the stir-fried ingredients and chatch are thoroughly mixed and molded into a mound, the spring is finished.

And then, just as yesterday, they wrap their clothes in the order of fuwano flour, kimmus eggs, and baked fuwano flour, and just fry them in lard.

Today, however, the intention was to make sauce substitute condiments as well.

It seems to me that excessive salt, similar to oil, is also unnecessary for forestside people who have spent only the rock salt contained in dried meat. but it can be inferred that the people of the inn town, who are constantly eating meat soaked in salt rather than pico leaves, prefer salt air to the people by the woods, and also have a physique that requires that much salt. So I decided to lump in a sauce substitute with plenty of tau oil.

The approximate recipe had been completed in the extra time at the Cycleus Mansion.

Simmer the crushed tarapa and aria in an iron pan, then pour in the tau oil after taking the crude heat and add the fuwano flour. By the acidity of the tarrapa, the sweetness of the aria and the thickening of the fuwano powder, it was possible to bring the tau oil, which resembled soy sauce, closer to the taste of the sauce.

Dropping Mammalian vinegar will bring the flavor closer again, but it only exists in Castle Town.

"... Asta, that dish is also very interesting"

and Raina-Lou turns a chopped eye as he simmers the sauce of Tarapa.

"Oh, yeah, because if it works, it's a dish I'm going to use in some inn. I'll let you know when I hire a book."

This dish, which uses more chatch than giva meat, will surely go better with the people of Inn Town.

However, since the people of the Inn Town should have had a diet that was more remote from oil intake than the people by the woods, I am going to ask the owners of the Inn for their opinions around there.

Anyway, I decided to finish the dish.

In lard warmed to the same temperature as yesterday, sink the spring.

The patchy tone echoed today.

Lard is still transparent, so he'll be able to use it one or two more times without any problems.

However, it is difficult to remove impurities every time because there are no tools to rub oil.

(Speaking of which, I wonder if Deal can't come out of the boarding town yet)

I would have liked to buy new cookware, such as iron nets, if I was going to make fried food in the future.

However, they do not sell equipment of this kind to the Inn Town.

(But Cycleus is the more important business partner for Deal's father, so he wouldn't want to interact with the people by the woods.)

And if Cycleus loses his leg, the Deals will be ruined for a big mouth job.

With the vague feeling of loneliness that seemed to tie a good edge and couldn't tie it, what kind of relationship would I have with that girl ahead of me, etc., I pulled Croquet up on an iron skewer.

"You usually look and smell delicious. Was that your name?

"Yeah. It's a tough dish to call meat dish, so it might not suit the mouth of the people by the woods."

But if it's an inn town, I think it's possible to sell it as a side dish in small pieces.

For the record, I was also wondering if the people of Moribe should make more habits of eating side dishes.

Last night, as an accompaniment to Gibba Cuttlefish, I also offered a raw salad of chopped Tino and Tarapa with boiled gigo. My dishes should be salty, sugary, and oily compared to previous suppers, so it seems necessary to increase my vegetable intake along with that.

(If it's a dish like a potato salad with chatch, Rudd-Lou looks happy too)

With that in mind, I draped the sauce over the extra oiled croquette.

"All right, it's done. It's hot, so be careful not to burn it, okay?

Let the small croquette be divided in half on a new wooden dish and offer one of them to Rud-Lew.

So, when I threw the other half into my mouth - the taste of croquette, which I miss so much, spread into my mouth.

I can't wait to chat so much like a potato. Usually the highly asserted giva meat is also a sidekick this time around, but still leaves a definite tooth taste and flavor.

The crisp texture of fuwano flour was also still excellent.

Does our father know that something called lard is so suitable for fried food?

At least, I didn't know.

Anyway, it is an animal fat and grease, so it was a more oily and mouth-watering image, but nothing like that at all. Even though the aftertaste is rather refreshing, the sweetness and flavor of the meat is very much in it.

Nor did Croquet taste worse than cutlets.

I breathed heavily with the satisfaction that this was going to work well enough as a product.

And all of a sudden, they were supposed to grab my chest pieces.

"Huh? What? What's the matter, Rudd-Lou?

Rudd-Lou's serious-looking face was looming right in front of me.

"... unscrupulously delicious"

"Oh well. That would be nice."

"Best I've ever tasted! Better than Suki, Hanba-guru, better than Shichi-ku! What the hell, this!

"No, so this is a dish called croquette -"

"Make me a lot more! This is not enough!

Rudd-Lou, who is smaller than me but has more power as a hunter, roughly shatters my head.

"Ugh, yeah, but, you know, fried food is nutritionally biased - and we're in it again, right?

"When is that in there!? Tomorrow!? The day after tomorrow!?

The contents of my head were shaked and my eyelids gradually blurred white.

Apparently, you have a mild anemia or even a concussion.

It was still Ai-Fa who rescued me like that.

"Rudd-Lou, would be too disturbed"

A low, calm voice echoes and at the same time the compression on his chest disappears, causing Rudd-Lou to look away.

but the world was still rocking.

No, is it the contents of my skull that are shaking?

Strong strength and heat engulfed my body that was about to collapse, and the sweet fragrance finally swept deep into my consciousness.

"Asta is as weak as a child or a bunch of women. It doesn't treat you as abusive."

"But! Wow - it was delicious!

Rudd-Lou is twitching like a child.

Still feeling a tickling white light in the back of my eyes, I heard the voice from afar.

"Anyway, calm down and discuss it. No matter how delicious the dish is, it's dangerous to keep eating it standing."

After all, Ai-Fa's voice is very close. I can hear it right behind my ear.

That was supposed to happen, too, and I-Fa was holding my body tight from the rear.

I couldn't help my legs, I had left my entire weight in the eye-fa, and my arms were spinning all the way around my chest.

"Wow, sorry! It's all right now, Ai-Fa!

"Where's okay. Don't you have any power at all?"

I say it in a grumpy way, and with even stronger force, I give you my body.

"But if you try it, you'll find out! Because it was really delicious!

"People have their own taste for what they find delicious. It will also be the word that was once exchanged when he was bewitched."

"Then it was the best dish for me!

"Then there is more to endure. Think of it as a test to use the power of Asta as a medicine."

At my shoulders, the questions of Ai-Fa and Rudd-Lou continue.

Among them, Rimi-Lou said, "sloppy!" I've interrupted.

"If it was so delicious, I knew I wanted to taste the rimi too! Asta, now definitely make it to Limi too, huh?

"Ugh, yeah."

"I wanted to taste it, too. Even more so if you were thinking about it as a commercial dish."

"Really hey. I wanted to taste it too."

Finally, they even join Sheila-Lou and Barsha.

It is rather embarrassing and likely to die that no one tries to pretend to be in this situation, which is being held from the rear by Ai-Fa.

So, eventually, I also had a grudge against Rayna-Lew. I was to be stared at with an eye.

"... really, it's sloppy"

I just had to take a sigh.

In that ear, Ai-Fa whispers in a whisper.

"I don't need you to get sick. Sometimes it takes patience to use Asta's power as a medicine."

"Ugh, yeah......"

"There's no reason why I can't stand Rudd-Lou and the others because they're bearable to me too. … but if we treat our patience coarsely, you will also receive the reward you deserve"

They pressed my chest contour as it was, and I was going to be really desperate.

Can't quite offer a hamburger to a beloved parent, was this the reward?

Together - until the day of the talks, the rest was about a day and a half.