669 East Hurricane ② - Doubtful

Even on that day, the stall business went very well.

Until yesterday, there seemed to be a few people heading north or south of the streets, but it may have been thought that no one should move Genos all day. The customer's legs felt like they were slipping away.

It is utterly ironic that business flourishes because of the violent bandits.

But still, with all due sincerity, we had nothing better to do than encourage business.

"No way, I really didn't expect the bandits to raid. I don't know if they're mountain folk, but they imitated it."

Commented that way was Yumi, who came to the stall around past Jomtien. Quite a grumpy face.

"Ever since late yesterday morning, that was a lot of noise, wasn't it? Hundreds of guards are pushing me to see a bunch of bandits lurking in the slums. They beat up all the guests in our inn and made them do it for the sake of the others. There's no way the people who attacked Turan stayed in Genos!

"Oh, you'd be running up the streets desperately north these days. There's no way I can get away with this."

It was Ben, who was visiting the stall with him, who was responding accordingly.

The whole cargo was stroking his mandible with a laid-back face as usual.

"But mountain people are vicious, aren't they? Besides, I guess the people of the east are good at handling tototos. It's going to be tough chasing him."

"Hey, if you're running down the street, you can't run away and hide, and if you're off the street, you can't be the wingman to dump Totos, so you can't run away. You're so stupid to piss off nobles."

There seemed to be different opinions, but there also seemed to be a convergence of views on the part that Genos was already safe.

Well, I guess it's only natural to think of it that way, because from this stall you can see the guards from the 500 men who lined up at the entrance to the Inn Town. Truly, it was as frivolous as if the war had even begun.

(Besides, it's not just the boarding town, it's keeping me well protected up to the road to the woods. To Malstein, I just want to thank you)

Of course, as Mars said earlier, if you're on foot, you can step over the edge of the forest and go for a settlement. But even if you abandon Totos and head to a forest settlement, it's the brave and well-known woodland hunters who are waiting there. All I could think of was an act as reckless as sticking your own head in the lion's mouth.

(Plus, there's been a lot of talk in this neighborhood about the forest people reconciling with the nobles. the scouts of the people of the north failed, so the next thing I know, I'll give the people by the woods...... I wouldn't even have any stupid idea)

As far as I'm concerned, that's what I was thinking.

I have always conceived of the danger of Hurricane Party coming to a forest settlement. But no matter what I thought, there seemed to be no reason for bandits and other groups of mountain people to go for forestside settlements.

"Hey, looks like you're still busy today"

And when the Yummies disappeared, now Delus and Wads appeared.

"Oh, thank you. Good luck yesterday. You've made a hell of a scene."

"Oh. I hope this mess doesn't put our business story behind us."

Dells had a bitter face on top of this. It was the people of the east who caused the noise, so it may not be possible to sit even more on their bellies.

"Even in our inn, we're talking about bandits. Sounds like an unsaved bunch of bastards."

"Yeah. Join the bandits, stick up some lame demands and slash and lay down the opposing opponents... it's a really bad story"

"But come on, how could the people of the North not have listened? If you get on with that story, you're free."

Dels stuck his bitter gaze when Wads said so.

"Who likes it and wants to join the Bandits, etc. If I were you, would I get into that story?

"Oh, I wonder if I would have been on board if I had been put to work as a slave in Sims and told stories like that by the people of the west and the people of the north. I can't bear to be treated as a slave by the people of the east."

"If you're going to fight as a soldier, it's still the Bandits, right? How many innocent women and children can you slaughter, even though they are the people of the east? That's what joining the Bandits means."

"Oh... I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Imagine that, then open your mouth. You're muscular up to your head, aren't you?

Freshly screwed by Dells, Wads got soggy.

I'm sorry to hear that, so I'll take that as a "sort of".

"As a matter of course, Dels doesn't seem to like the Bandits"

"Naturally. There is no way we can forgive the act of taking away people's earnings with violence.... well, that's not what I'm talking about."

After stating so, Dells breathed with his big nose.

"But well, I'm glad the people of the North didn't follow those words. If hundreds of people from the north had joined the bandits, it would have been a lot worse."

"Yeah, right.... but the people of the North can't follow those words."

When I ran my mouth like that, Dells looked at me like a candlestick.

"Hmm. What makes you think that?

"Huh? That's... I've heard that the people of the North who work in the Turan in Genos are just people of a serene temper who have never experienced war. If they are, why would they join the bandits?

"Hmm... you mean not prisoners on the battlefield, but slaves gathered in human hunting? That's a bad story about chest shit."

"Yes.... but the people of the West are not allowed to sympathize with the situation."

Dels said again, "Hmm!," he snorted loudly.

"Then I'll have our sympathy until then. You look wet, so let's sell some Giva food."

"Ah, yes. Which dish would you like?

My rep was "Giva Curry" again, so I asked him to point out the other stalls.

Dels twirls my face with a splendid frown.

"I've been wondering about that for a long time. Why do you always have that vanilla-smelling dish? Isn't that just pouring the contents into a wooden dish, without any hassle?

"Yes. It takes no effort, so I'm in charge, right? We want other people to take the cuisine and gain experience in cooking it."

Dells looks around the other stalls with the same eye.

Malfira-Naham is working on making "Pot Meat Time" in the daily dedication stalls, and it is Fay-Baim who is in charge of "Kerr Grilling". Not only did Fay-Beim, who has a long career, see no shortcomings in Malfira-Naham's hands.

"I see.... Still, isn't this vanilla-smelling dish your biggest pride?

"If you're proud, you're proud of all the food. Of course, every dish may still leave room for improvement."

"Hmm. That's a little hateful answer,"

While stating it that way, Dells has offered copper coins.

"In the meantime, let's have that vanilla-smelling dish today. And then give me the one you're cooking with Hoboi's oil."

"Huh? Can you eat this dish?

"... the dishes sold should be eaten as one. I'm just saying that the order has come around."

"Oh, then I'll have that one, too. The vanilla dishes made yesterday by the Chef of Castle Town were pretty good too."

That, of course, was about Roy's 'Giva Cuttle', where vanilla was plentiful.

"Thank you" makes me laugh as I receive the copper coins from both of you.

"Um, once the business story comes together, the Dells are going back to Cornelia, right?

"Oh, we have to bring the ingredients for the contract."

"Before you do, could you let me invite you to my house, too? Now I'm going to treat you to my Gibba Cutlet."

Wads leaned his neck strangely.

"We used to sell meat fried in oil in stalls, didn't we? I'm supposed to be eating both Dels and me, aren't I?

"Yes. That's called" fried giva, "and as far as I'm concerned, it's another dish. The meat is diluted to get the heat through quickly, and the oil is the oil of leten."

"By the woods, are you using another oil?

"Yes. I use Giva fat. There's plenty of meat, and they treat it as a fine dish to fight for one or two by the woods."

Wads began to rub his thick stomach with some sliced face.

"I just heard something about it, and I'm starving. Why aren't you selling that in Inn Town?

"It's going to take a lot of work to prepare Gibba's fat. Only visitors to the settlement can speak of it, so it's a special dedication."

If you feel like it, it is possible to reveal it in the castle town, but we have not yet begun to do so. Therefore, my words will not be false either.

"Hmm... that's a thankful offer, but I guess we need to wait for this noise to subside"

"Oh, that's true. Going to and from the settlement and the lodging town at night may be overlooked by the guards"

"Then let's hope the bandits are crusaded before we go home"

Saying it that way, Dels kept his face close.

"Anyway, right now, it's the dish in front of me. Hurry up and feed me that vanilla-smelling dish."

"Ah, yes. Sorry for the long story."

That's how Dells and Wads also grabbed the food and disappeared into the Blue Sky Dining Room.

I just breathed all the time, and once again the people I saw approached me. Now it's Dora's father and Tara.

"Hey, Asta. There's been a noisy incident, but the stalls seem to be thriving."

"Yes, your fathers are safe and above all."

We were about to say hello on the way to the outdoor area, but this was the first time we exchanged words properly today. Tara also smiles with a smile, not looking anxious for the time being.

"Turan was the one who was attacked, so we live in Dalaim and we don't do anything wrong. If the bandits were to escape, it wouldn't be the south, it would be the north."

"Yeah. The mountain folk's hometown is northeast. Right."

Mars had just mentioned the path cut out by the woods, but that was the path to go straight east and to Sim's meadow zone. Using that road for Sim's mountainous areas should have been a tough turnaround.

"Because Turan was attacked late last night, I wonder if the bandits are as good as they've crossed Behett already. I've never been out before, but half a day would be enough, wouldn't it?

"Right. Totos pulled the luggage seems to take a day, but if you want to run across Totos, that's about it."

"The soldiers who have to go after that have had a hard time. Well, I guess I can't help but crusade because I've been trampled and vandalized on my territory."

My father thus politely explained to me how sturdy the streets connecting Dareim to the Inn Town were also protected. They say a lot more guards are coming out and hitting the streets than they did during the recent major earthquake.

"Of course, Dareim himself is protected by hundreds of soldiers. I'm sorry about the people who came out of the south without knowing anything. Everyone must have cooled down their sawdust liver because of the war in Genos."

Even among the fathers, the dark shadow did not seem to have fallen. It was Turan who was hit by the disaster, and that is what we talked about last night. All you have to do is wait for a report that the bandits have been crusaded - and they're in that mood.

Neither am I, of course, going to water everyone's feelings like that.

But in the corner of my chest, the rest of the cusp of my insensitive anxiety was creeping up.

I guess that's because Camua-Josh hasn't been distracted yet.

How could the Turan of Genos have been chosen out of a few territories? It was a story that only Genos is serving the people of the North as slaves near here, because the land is the southernmost part of Selva. In the more northern, nearer to the mountains of Sim, there must be as many territories as there are enslaving the people of the north. We don't know what it means to come through them to the southernmost part.

(So I was able to keep the people of the north company at the end of the line, and it was a month and a half in Totos until the mountains of Sim. Genos alone says there are between a thousand and a thousand troops, and crusaders will be dispatched in the territory on the road, so it's unlikely we can cut through that. If it fumbles to hundreds of people, that would make it harder to escape and hide)

Thinking of it that way, it also seems that Camua-Josh's concerns are the best. The Hurricane Party's actions are too unreasonable.

I hope that's simply a story about the Hurricane Party people being shallow and extending to reckless acts - unless we questioned them, the truth was in the dark.

(I wonder if Camus, who headed to Turan, had any clues. If I were a Camus, I'd probably get to the right answer sooner than anyone else)

But until our stalls sold the food earlier than scheduled, Camua-Josh never came back.

I was supposed to go back to the woods because I felt like I could pull my hair back.

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After successfully completing her business, when she arrived at the settlement of Luu, Mother Meer Ray greeted her with a smile.

"Hey, I was surprised to hear from Barsha. There's a lot of noise in town."

"Mm-hmm. Did Donda say anything when she heard the story?

When Lyada-Lu inquired, Mother Meer Ray smiled "Oh".

"Today's hunt won't go too deep into the woods, so call me with a grass whistle as soon as something happens," he said. And then I sent the humans to Zaza and Sautti... and I figured with an unexpected look that if the bandits hadn't been exorcised by the end of the day, it would be my turn to sleep at night. "

"Right. Admitted."

"But well, you're talking about the road to the woods being protected by hundreds of soldiers, right? I'm sure the Lord of Genos is trying to treat us properly as a people."

Laughing happily, Mother Meer Ray looked back at me.

"Whatever it is, good job. Today's study group was Fa's house, wasn't it? Nothing's going to be dangerous, but be careful and go home."

"Ah, yes. Before that, Raina-Lou and Sheila-Lou also had to talk to each other."

"Huh? What are you talking about?

Sheila-Lou, who got off her luggage, and Raina-Lou, who had been picking me up since Kama, look at me wondering. Because of the noise caused by the bandits, Sheila-Lou and I had not had a chance to exchange words.

So when I cut out my story about my personal study group, Rayna-Lew changed the color of my eyes and stuffed me.

"At the top of the third day, you're talking about Asta training just for herself. Besides, can we accompany you?

"Yeah. I really wanted to talk to Jan and Giese about that today. Either way, the only time I'm staying in the lodging town is after the bandits' noise subsides, so I'm straight back today."

"So until then, what kind of training?

"That's still to be determined. I'm in the mood to do the training I need the most right now. First of all, try to taste the ingredients that are close to you once again, or even look at the ingredients that you haven't been able to buy before... well, you won't run out of stories for a while"

"Besides, if you'd like me to come with you, I'd love to!

Raina-Lou unconsciously put his hand up and stopped the movement on the verge of grabbing my fingertips. It is the appearance that we have succeeded in suppressing the inner Dawn at the edge.

Nonetheless, I was able to warmly accept the suggestion from me.

But Lara-Luu, who came out of his luggage car following Sheila-Lu, is letting him keep his mouth shut.

"So the usual study group is going to be down in number. It's going to make more and more of a difference with the Raina sisters."

"That's not true. If there's anything you can learn from Raina-Lou, I'm sure you can tell Lara-Lou and the others soon."

"That's right," Mother Meer Ray laughed at me.

"If you're still unhappy, why don't you follow me? I'm sure that's gonna be a tough little study group."

"Hmm," Lara-Lew mumbled. Instead of wanting to train myself, I don't have to look like I'm wanting to be out of company.

"I'm sorry, Lara-Lew. But I'm going to beg Michelle to teach me too. In that case you'll be disturbing Michelle's house, so Lara-Lew would love to join us."

"... Asta, after all, ate Roy's cooking and was set to get excited"

Rayna-Lew comes at me again as she glows her blue eyes hard.

"I feel the same way. It's not like I wanted to cook something like Roy... but I feel like I can't stay or stand."

"Yeah, that's exactly how I feel, too."

Compared to us like that, Sheila-Lou has always been a mess. But I guess this is due to my original personality. Those slicing eyes should not have seemed to be lit with a light to be called a quiet fighting spirit.

"So the start starts the day after tomorrow. Probably gonna open at Fa's house on the first day, okay?

"Yes, I will also consult with Mother Meer Ray so that either me or Sheila-Lou can move"

So, the story came together.

Wait for Tia to get in the luggage, and then we'll go all the way to Fa's house.

"Raina-Lou's intentions were amazing. He couldn't beat Thur-din in the morning."

When Yun-Sudra said in a voice containing laughter, Thur-din was shyly resisting, "No, please don't". And there comes the word of Malfira-Naham covered.

"So, yeah, but can I and others join Raina-Lou in a rash called Sheila-Lou in Raina-Lou and Yun-Sudra in Tour-Din? Well, I'm getting kind of anxious."

"There's nothing to worry about. Malfira-Naham, because it's been about the full moon since I joined the stall business. If that's all I can do, even if I work on a little difficult research, I'm sure I'll get something."

Leaving the garrison town, where the guards stood, finally seemed to restore the peaceful air between us. Tia, who snapped on the back of the palace, also narrowed her eyes comfortably in the breeze. As disturbances in the outside world lied, settlements by the woods were peace itself.

Eventually, when we arrived at Fa's house, there the folks of Fou, Run, Gaz and Matua had already begun making curry vegetables. Once we stopped selling pasta, curry ingredients had to be prepared more than ever.

"Thank you very much. Nothing wrong?

"Oh. Everyone today, because they're familiar. I never flipped a plate of vanilla."

Zilbe, who rendezvous at the front door, lines up outside the door, and Tia follows me a little. The smell of spices was overflowing inside Kamado's cabin, and the air was going to look yellow.

"Then let's get this over with. Tomorrow's daily dedication will be… to crackle, let's make a baked dumpling"

"So the bottom line is enough to make a sauce?

"Right. I'm sure Fuwano's fabric will make it tomorrow morning."

It is the usual, everyday landscape.

But the routine lasted only half an hour.

When the descriptions were completed and we tried to make the transition to the study group - Tia suddenly grabbed my arm.

"Asta, get down."

I was surprised and looked back at Tia.

Beautiful eyes like those garnets, burning like lava. I saw Tia's eyes like this since the day she first looked at me.

"Duh, what's wrong? Get down..."

"Just lay down."

Tia's sly arm pulls my arm with tremendous force. I almost fell in, and the dirt was supposed to kneel on the ground of the peel.

"Neither do you! Get down and hide in the shadows!

The moment Tia yelled like that, the tone shook the air when the thunder rang.

Zilbe is roaring.

The moment I tried to ask Tia what the hell happened - a little too much wind blew over my head.

I panicked my gaze, breathtaking.

A single arrow stood on the wall of Kamado's hut.

Someone shot an arrow through the window.

Moreover, the arrow was a fire arrow, and the black smoke was beginning to rise when it was busted from the wooden wall.

And the voice echoed.

"Asta at Fa's house! That cabin, come out! Or I'll burn you to death!

of some obnoxious intonation, a word lacking in adjectives -

That should have been the only western word spoken by the people of the east.