834 Twenty-sixth Day of the Purple Moon – Brothers in Town

That's how we're supposed to sell out all the food safely.

The clock is useless at night, so I can't say for sure, but it won't be much past the planned two minutes of operation. The physical sense is that it took a little longer than "Dawn Day", which added more food.

"I wonder if I could sell a lot of food just by staying in the lodging town longer... considering the hassle of preparing a dish, I think it would be the right amount today"

Raina-Lou, who was on duty today, said so. It is a small meeting after sales. Gathered on the spot were me and Tour-Din, the heads of the respective stalls.

"Right." Giva Bone Ramen "was sold out in no time, so I think it's just about today. Increasing this amount will also affect the sale of juice dishes."

"Yes, but adding up to 280 more tobacco-ramen didn't mean I had any extra juice dishes. Perhaps not many customers buy rumen and juice dishes at the same time… Considering that, a significant number of customers are coming"

Rayna-Lew was smiling with great satisfaction.

And I look back at Tour-Din with a hideous smile on his face.

"How was Thur-din? That's pretty much it, too, increased the amount of confectionery, right?

"Yes, the 'Dawn Day' night sold out early...... I'm wondering if the amount is just about today"

"Really? Well, the rest is just one day on the" Day of Doom, "and you may not have to bother your head that much."

The day after the "Day of Doom" we also refrain from a holiday called the "Day of Regeneration", but that day is also set as a day of bone rest in Genos, so there is no need to work on the "Whole Grill of Giva" or the street at night. Well, "The Day of Doom" is a lesson for everyone to make a noise through the night and wait for the sunrise, so I guess we'll need that kind of bone break day as well.

"So this is what it looks like for today. Good luck to both Raina-Lou and Tour-Din."

The after-sales meeting was also concluded.

All that is left is to enjoy Easter on their own and return to the woods. They both came back to their blood clan and I decided to return acne to both Ai-Fa. The black cat is on my shoulder at the end of business.

"Well, let's head to the tent of One Gamray."

Today, after enjoying the art in the tent, I was scheduled to tour the stalls. The story was that the architects enjoyed the art of the tent on weekdays, so I don't even plan to accompany them today. Instead, I had promised to act with the Radajids.

"Thank you for waiting. This job is done."

The Radajids were already waiting for me by the stall. It is difficult for all of the "Silver Kettles" to move, so only three people have come. Radajid, the captain of the regiment, an old member who specializes in star reading, and then a young member whose words in the west are awkward.

"Good luck. behavior, we are happy to be able to do it together"

Radajid gives a faceless salute.

Then Rudd-Lou approached "Yikes".

"The Astas said they were going to the tent first. We decided to follow suit from the Limi one."

"Oh, you are. Of course, you're welcome here."

The Radajids have already interacted with the people of the Lou family. There was no reason to show difficulty in the suggestion from Rudd-Lou.

The Lew family is an iron wall formation: Tara, Ms Ziva, Jiza-Lu, Rudd-Lu and Gazran-Rutim, also in Limi-Leu today. Going to the tent meant that Grandma Ziva had stepped out of her wheelchair and was being carried by Rudd-Lou.

"But it was surprising that the Radajids hadn't gone out to the tent of One of the Gamleys yet. Weekdays, are you kept busy at night?

While lining up in a queue formed at the entrance to the tent, when I asked him that, Radajid nodded expressionlessly "yes" again.

"At night, at the inn, we meet, we do. to work, content, and share during the day."

"I see. How was the 'Dawn Day' night spent?

"We were having different people, different words, different exchanges. kingdom, the situation, to grasp, is meaningful."

After answering that way, Radajid has a soft eye.

"We also exchanged people by the woods, different families, words, It's also meaningful."

"Really? Did anyone impress you?

"Everybody, impressive, I think. Zaza, Sauti, Sung, Ravitz, etc., each have different characteristics, I think,"

"Did you also exchange words with the Ravitz bloodline?," said Radajid, turning back to you, "Yes," as Ai-Fa clasped the words from the side.

"Ravitz, from over there, voice, you called me. I'm the head of the family."

"The head of the main house, Day-Ravitz? I'm sure he's going to be interested in you fellow Schmiral-Lilyn people because he has a lot of temper to learn."

"Yes. Come on, I'm stubborn, I thought, but just as honest, I thought,"

It was quite fresh that the Day-Ravitz character reviews were told from Radajid's mouth.

Even as we speak that way, the queue gets shorter and shorter. In four and a half minutes, we could have stepped inside the tent.

Today's reception is a combination of Niya and Zan. Niya worked a lot with a cheap face, but smiled weakly as if she wanted to solicit mercy when we took the lead and Ey-Fa appeared in her eyes.

"Oh, my dear. Enjoying today's big day? Outside such a gloomy tent, the delights of the sawdust people must be swirling."

"Mm-hmm. So you're people on the side of joy to people. It will be difficult."

After all, Ai-Fa did not even disturb Niya's light mouth. Niya is dropping her shoulders as if it isn't going to be a shame.

Then Grandma Ziva, carried by Rudd-Lou, opened her mouth.

"Finally, I could see your face... your beautiful singing is still burning in my ear..."

This year, Niya was often hidden in the clouds, so it would have been the first time she and Grandma Ziba had faced each other. Niya looked back at Grandma Ziba with an uninteresting face.

"Um, where was your old body? When I was younger, it would have been beautiful."

"I am an old man of the Lou family called Ziba-Lou... I used to let you hear your fine singing voice when you were invited to the Lou settlement..."

Grandma Ziva smiled softly, overlapping her words that way.

"You're the only one in Castle Town who's listening to a song... I was looking forward to your song so sorry for him..."

"Hmm. In Castle Town and Accommodation Town, there's no comparison of sightseeing fees. I mean, my songs don't hang with these filthy little lodging people in town."

The moment she abandoned such a light mouth, Niya groaned "Ugh".

Apparently, a straw Zan smashed Niya's back.

"Come on. What the hell are you doing all of a sudden? If your idiotic powers break my abrasive, what are you gonna do?

…………

"If you have a complaint, you don't have to let me stand in a place like this. I don't have the muscle to be forced to pull and complain."

Zan, the masked little boy, was immovable for a while and looked back at Niya, but largely removed a small whistle cylinder from his nostalgia.

"So don't call me Pinot. Yeah, I know, I know, I told you to get rid of him!

Niya had a rough face and worked on collecting the entrance fee.

Grandma Ziva talks further as she sees it.

"Is the only way to hear your song is to head out to Castle Town...? Aren't you going to sing in boarding town?

"Oh, there's no reason to sing. I'm not selling art cheaply."

Niya shrugged her shoulders as she collected the copper coin for the number of people, pouring it into the pot behind her.

"If the beautiful daughters by the woods will be welcoming tails, don't even think about it. You're not gonna forgive me anyway, are you? If you live as casual as a freelancer, it's hard to do it."

"I guess so... I think being casual and stubborn is a well-targeted word..."

That's how Grandma Ziva replied with a smile, apparently the time adjustment was over, and Zan opened the entrance drape.

Eleven people, including Lew's blood and Radajids, step into the passage of the Miscellaneous Woods. As he walked through the darkness, Ai-Fa whispered to Grandma Ziva.

"Did the Ziva woman look forward to his song so much?

"Yeah... that young man's singing was so comforting... but if you're not going to sing, I'm going to give it up..."

"But I thought you said you should let the women entertain you. There are many women in Luu's blood, and if I have to, I can help."

That's how I-Fa said it, so I decided to raise my voice in a hurry.

"Hey, give me a minute. I wonder if Niya's hospitality is a little different from what Ey-Fa has in mind."

"Hmm? Would hospitality mean entertaining with alcohol and cooking? What else do you need?

"That's why... let the young ladies samurai on the left and right to take care of the liquor and the food... or touch the sticky body..."

Ey-fa has closed his eyelids half way and has looked at me a bit cooler than I've seen an example in recent times.

"No, it's just an imagination! But I don't think you're so wrong."

Then Radajid, who was silently listening to this interaction, came with a strange mouth.

"Is it? I, on another matter, imagined."

"It will be. No matter how much, making demands that look down..."

"No. Wouldn't it be a woman's hospitality, i.e., night gah?

Ai-Fa was stunned and set to open his eyes.

"O, what is the gah of the night… well, such imitation cannot be forgiven! It's a permissible act only for the man who gave you the wedding!

"No. In town, I'm allowed. Of course, I, I don't admire it, but as a price, it's not uncommon to whisk yourself."

When Ai-Fa was out of line, Grandma Ziva laughed with pleasure.

"I guess the town, the traveler, has something called a traveler's mastery...... Ai-fa don't mind my own self either..."

"Uh, if I told my dad that story, he might even let the other travelers go."

Where Rudd-Lou summed it up as such, he arrived at the penetration of the tent.

It is a zone of Huey, Sarah and Dorray, relaxing across a suitably stretched net. If you enjoyed it, you'd be next among the pot men, Dillo.

Though it is the expression that does not change, the Radajids are happy with those spectacles. Originally, I wanted to stop at the "Between the Twins" that I missed last time, but I decided to choose "Between the Sword Kings" again to give the Radajids a look at the art of gibberish and black monkeys.

Black monkeys and giva enter the battle between Lolo and Doga on the way. When those beasts appeared, the servant Radajids also spoke "oh".

When the arts are over, he hits his hands loudly and throws copper coins in the grass cage offered by Doga at all costs. Never broke his expression, but both Radajid and his two compatriots seemed heartily impressed.

"It was brilliant. Black monkeys, giva, being alone, amazing, worthy, but even planted in art, hat off."

"Yes. Me, east word, okay?

Radajid shook his head loosely to the side when the young members said so.

"The spectacle, it's not over. You, I hear your thoughts."

"Yes, I understand."

The young members remained faceless and softly rocked their lengths. I guess that means I can't catch up with vocabulary in the western language to talk about my current mood.

The end is thus guided to the square with Zetta's guidance, a flaming curve of sitter Gamlay.

This also seemed to have shaken the hearts and minds of the Radajids greatly.

"Sims, sparks, scattered grass, exist. But...... Until then, I feel free, manipulative, I don't think. The magic of fire, the comfort of seeing it."

Outside the tent, Radajid said so a lot sooner.

The young members look like they've run out of patience and are screwing something up with the other one in the eastern language. Even for us, the second time this year, it was a moment of great satisfaction.

"Well, shall we tour the stalls? But are the Radajids full already?

"Yes, but somewhat, I can eat. Also, Asta and the others, just together, it's satisfying."

It was Radajid who would say such a joy.

We head south down the street to the Giva food area. A line of Lou's blood also took out a wheelchair for Grandma Ziva and followed, naturally.

After all, the commute is busier than "Dawn Day".

As an example of this, in front of the area where the Giva culinary stalls were served, strange travellers were showing their art.

It was a place that was completely deserted when we went by before our business. Five or so travelers were gathered there to perform songs and instruments.

"Ah, these people... don't feel like you even saw them during the day"

When I snapped like that, Rudd-Lou, who was pushing the wheelchair, reacted "uh".

"These guys, you've been coming for 'Giva's Round Grill'. I remember you dressed strangely, too."

Not as good as "A Seat of Gamleys," but they were also dressed in a dreadful outfit. It was the woman who performed the beautiful singing in its centre, wrapped around the exposed Sim-style outfit.

"They, yesterday, noon, must have arrived. We, the Lillins, saw it before we left."

And that's how Radajid supplemented me.

"I see. So on" Dawn Day, "you were showing art in another town."

"Yes. The way it should be, I think." The Day of Doom, "before it becomes, isn't it the next town, on its way?"

"Do you spend three holidays in a different town each? Is that what travelers are supposed to be?

"Yes. Same town, if you stay long, you'll get tired of art, Easter, ten days, the same place, the only one who will spend it will have a great deal of confidence,"

That's a line between Gamray and Rico.

It was a reputation not only for "The Seat of Gamray," but also for Rico's puppet play, which is still very popular in the Inn Town.

"These ladies have a beautiful singing voice too..."

When Grandma Ziva gave her thoughts like that, Rudd-Lou said, "Really?," he twisted his neck.

"I don't think Yumi is better. I don't really know what's going on."

"Oh... maybe more powerful is Yumi... I feel like the folks by the woods would be more comfortable with Yumi singing..."

I also disagreed with Grandma Ziva and the others who did not have the song in mind. Technically, this traveler may be better than this, but it feels like Yumi's song contains more vivid enthusiasm and human odor.

But of course, their songs and performances were also a big deal. People who are on the go and watching are also clapping with great pleasure. This is the bustle of Easter.

With those people sidelined, we decided to move on.

Even today, the Giva culinary stalls gather in one place to form what should also be called the second Giva culinary area. Having eaten nothing since noon, Rimi-Lou and I were to be shaken by the fragrant scent that drifted on the spot.

"Asta. We, like the food, have"

And Radajid led us to one stall.

It is a certain stall, located on the left side of the street facing south. From there, the smell of vanilla was strongly felt.

"This way. Did you know?

"No. On" Dawn Day, "you got hungry just in the street on the right towards you, didn't you?"

Looking at the distant winding, the store number was an elderly woman. There were about five customers lined up in front of the stall, so it seems quite thriving.

"Well, I'll try this dish at first. If it's recommended by the Radajids, I'm looking forward to it."

"Yes. Expectations, I don't betray, I think"

In the meantime, it was me and Rimi-Lou, the ultimate in hunger, the interested Gazran-Lutim, and from the Silver Pot, a young member of the crew decided to buy the dish. Ask the other members to wait in uninterrupted places and only Ai-Fa will follow as they deserve.

"Which inn stall is this? Wow, I don't know."

I stared at Limi-Lu's words, too. Below the sign is a small inscription of the name of the inn, but certainly no letters existed that could be read as one.

"Western letters, words, like, are elusive"

A young member of the crew said that in terrible terms.

"Just one letter, I can read it. It's a snake in the middle."

"Is it a snake? I don't remember a snake-named inn."

So I thought, "No."

"Ramria was only the name of Sim's snake, wasn't it? I remember seeing an ingredient called Lamlia's Black Grill in Castle Town."

"Yes. Ramria snakes, drug effects, famous. Black roasted, or liquor."

Then this must be the stall of Rumlia's Tundo Pavilion, where Zise holds his husband. If it was the Rumlia's Tuna Pavilion, which was keen to cook Gibba, it would have stalled out.

Having come to that conclusion, our order came around.

An elderly woman, who seems to care, laughs, "There you are."

"This is a Guiba flavored grill. How old are you?

"Well, four, please.... Um, is this the stall of the Rumlia's Tundo Pavilion?

"Yeah, I am. I'm just hired."

Still, the woman used to cook for me.

The ingredients that were warmed in an iron pan are scissored with Poitan fabric and offered to us one at a time. The price was two red copper coins.

"It smells spicy! But it looks delicious!

I'm sorry I got in the way of business, so we decided to rendezvous with our compatriots and then taste it.

The fragrance is intense indeed. Not only does it feel spicy but it also has a sour taste, which promotes the secretion of saliva. Because Zise possessed the people of the east to her mother, she was skillful in handling herbs.

"Wow, I knew it was spicy!," he said, raising a hazy voice, and Rimi-Lou said, "Is that it?," he tilted his neck.

"But it could be easy to eat! Look, Tara, just hang in there, too!

"Thanks! That smells really spicy!

A toddler under ten is allowed to share the dish with others, so Tara put her mouth to the dish as she thanked her.

On the sidelines, let me also confirm - it was definitely spicy and the taste was easy to eat.

Tortoise-based spiciness bursts first, but it is relieved by the acidity and sobriety that pushes on later. They all seemed odd and formed of a combination of vanilla.

Still, seasonings other than vanilla are also used properly for flavoring. Strong feelings are sugar and miso. The area of giva meat, probably per momomo, was very elongated and cut into pieces, and such flavors were tangled together in mulberries.

After that, Aria and Ma Pra are also used, and their sweetness and texture seem to support this dish from behind. It was a delicious dish, without a multiplier.

"That's Zise. I guess this is a pretty complete place to stay, too."

"Yeah, Rimi thinks so too -! Rudd, just give him one mouth, okay?

"If it tastes so good, I don't know if I'll buy it too. It's not enough for me to feed you before business."

"Eh! I want to eat all kinds of dishes, so if you want to buy it, do something else! Look, I'll give you one mouth!

After seeing the smiling interactions of my good brothers and sisters, I looked back at Ai-Fa.

"How about I-Fa, too? Limi-Lu and Tara are fine, so I'm sure they won't mind the spiciness."

"Uhm," he nodded. Ai-fa grabbed the dish from my hand.

At first, he frowned at the spiciness, but it was promptly returned to a fixed position. What floats in the blue eye is a satisfying light. In the middle of a busy commute, I was supposed to bite off a secret sense of happiness.

"Well, let's see more and more."

We decided to go for the next stall, having fun talking.

As I mentioned earlier, all the stalls on this side were first sights, so they were all unknown Giva dishes. If we do this, it is large enough to think that most of the inns participating in the stopover serve Giva dishes.

Inside, there were also dishes that were still likely to get their hands on. In such stalls, people in store numbers were strongly asked for advice. In this neighborhood, guests also enjoy the beauty of Giva cuisine in a crummy way. The people in the stall who were judged to be "off" must have been tempted. Of course, I was supposed to comfort them with all the advice I could think of.

Of these, the longest queue was still a certain inn stall, which gained interaction by stopping by.

What was sold there was the so-called 'Curry Man'. In expanding the sale of curry vegetables, I guided them to exist, but at last there were stalls to put them into practice.

"Hey, this guy's a great seller from Dawn Day! I told my father to thank me when I met you!

Over the long queue, when our order came around, the man in the store said so with a sweaty smile.

When you buy up dishes and look at the flavors, they are impeccable. There was no shortage of plumping or subtraction of the dough, and the filling seasoned with curry vegetables did not have a faint color with "Curry Mann" that I could rub.

"This is... delicious. Other compatriots, you must tell them."

Radajid, who ate the same thing, also stated so. There was also a queue in this stall on "Dawn Day", so they went too far without buying the "Silver Pot" face.

"Asta, this dish, you got it handy, didn't you? Why don't you sell your stall?

"Yes. Our 'Giba-Man' was also stable and popular, so you decided not to change the flavor for a while, right? And we also sell 'Giva Curry' here, so it's up to me to think if I'll wear the contents."

"Really? Schmiral-Lilin, too, should eat, I think."

"Now let's have you eat on the Day of Doom"

After eating Curry Mann, we rolled out to the streets again.

It was then that a whispering incident arose.

The black cat that had been rocking on my shoulder all along suddenly said, "Shh!" and raised a voice of intimidation.

When I looked back in surprise, the black cat was twisting back.

And at the end of that gaze, there was an eye-fa look with a harsh expression - and eye-fa was twisting up the right arm of a strange man.

"Stay with me! What the hell are you doing all of a sudden, you hunter bitch!

It was a magnificent man who had become an outlaw.

The people who were crossing the left and right are also stopping for something. In the meantime, the sharp voice of Ai-Fa sounded.

"What do you do, this is the dialogue. Why did you try to touch my family? You were about to touch a bag of copper coins that was sitting on your hips."

"Oh, are you going to rip me off? Where does that come from?

"You've been following our trends since just now. You thought you wouldn't notice such signs?

Then another man walked over here. He's a regular street guest, a resident of the Inn Town.

"You, I thought you were stuck with the guards. Bad habits don't heal yet, do they?

"No, I..."

"You're a leftover, aren't you? Let's get rid of the copper coins of the people by the woods. What a stupid imitation. There's no way I can do that."

The man grinned bitterly, grabbing the outlaw's collar.

"You, keep your hands off me. If I hurt this guy, you might get scolded by the guards."

"But would this one be a sinner?

"If that's what you're doing with a bag of copper coins, you're a sinner. But if it was before you touched the bag, there wouldn't be any proof of guilt, would there? Then the law of Genos cannot judge him."

"Really," Ai-Fa said, freeing the arm of the outlaw.

"Next time, let's capture them the moment they take their belongings"

"Oh, make sure you do. I'll take care of this fool."

"Hey, what's in front of you! I'm not a sinner, so it's no use calling a guard!

The outlaw knew, but the man who grabbed the collar was a spare expression. In the meantime, men outnumbered men in stature.

"Then why don't you two take care of the guards, with your boobs in the fight? I don't mind if I do."

"Then I'll take care of it too," another man came in. He is a slightly younger man, even more physically fit than the first man. This is also a familiar face in the stall, and they are as outlawed as the man who pulled it.

Moreover, the outlaw was to lose his complexion because he thought that the three men had followed him.

"Hey, what is it? What did I do?

"You sold a fight to the people of Genos."

"Oh. Besides the fun festival, you're doing a ruthless imitation."

A large young man grins and peeks into the face of an outlaw. There seemed to be a lot of liquor in it, and the earthen bottle of fruit liquor was lowered in its hands.

"You don't complain about being slapped if the flow is bad, do you? Didn't you get ready to fight with the people of Genos?

"Well, they're not the people of Genos, are they? Why are you sheltering the people who look good into the nobility!

When outlaws argued hysterically, the young man opened his eyes properly.

The man who grabs the collar laughs bitterly again.

"You, you don't understand. Morga Forest is the territory of Genos."

"Oh. So this guy didn't even watch the puppet play."

When the young man robbed the outlaw of his stature from the man, he turned that thick arm on the shoulder of the outlaw.

"All right, all right! In the meantime, watch the puppet play. You have to pay the price properly."

"Fuck, what's with the puppet play? I don't know what that means!

"You don't know what that means, so you're gonna watch a play. Still, if you're still trying to do bad things to the people around the woods, that means you're selling fights to Genos, and we'll deal with them."

The young man looked back at us, laughing with his drunken face.

"Um, were you still there? Look forward to the festival! You idiots, you'll never get your hands on me."

In the meantime, they walked away in the southern direction.

Still, as we stand up, an old couple approaches us. It was the old lady who raised her voice.

"Oh, you can leave that noise to the younger ones in town. Tomorrow, I'm sure, we'll be friends and drunk."

"Uhm...... but it seems like you've pushed trouble on someone you don't even know by name, and I feel distressed"

The old lady grinned as Ai-Fa replied that way.

"If they show up, they'll need your help. You need a razor to break firewood, and you need a meat cutter to cut meat, right? It's the fellow citizens of the town who help each other with your missing parts."

That's how the old couple got along and disappeared across the crowd.

The people who were stopping their legs are also making them stop walking. On the night of the festival, is such noise as just now also a daily tea meal?

"... what should I do? I want the opinion of the chief, Donda-Lou's son, Tajiza-Lou."

Begging by Ai-Fa, Giza-Lou looked back. Instead, Gazran-Rutim is smiling calmly.

"I was just talking to Gazran-Rutim, too. I know the human generosity of the town would be difficult... but it would be too outrageous to let everything loose with a strange face like this. Shouldn't we accompany them and see the upside?

"Right. Then I'll go after them with me and Asta."

"No, we'll accompany you. I stayed in the same place, so it didn't matter."

"Well," he nodded, then Ai-Fa turned to the Radajids.

"I make unwanted noise, and I feel sorry for it. I'd like to give you a moment, if you don't mind."

"No. We, accompany, I hope. Bottom line, I'm concerned."

After answering that way, Radajid narrowed his eyes slightly.

"And" Kamadu Asta by the Forest, "if it's going to be shown, we want to watch, too, I think."

"… not necessarily that the play will be shown to this engraving."

With a face that seemed to hold his lips together, Ai-Fa stepped out in the southern direction.

Walk alongside it, and I'll say, "Hey."

"It's amazing how the people in town get to be that intimate. I'm so impressed."

"... that's not why I'm crying."

"Haha. I'm fine so far. And I'm talking about this guy."

And I let him point me to the black cat on my left shoulder.

"Maybe this guy noticed the outlaw earlier, too, and intimidated him?

"... um. Almost at the same time as me, you noticed he tried to touch you."

"Then I guess you have the qualities of an escort. When the rest period is over, I won't be able to accompany you."

Ey-fa glanced at the black cat as he whispered his eyebrows.

The black cat has a soaked face and rings "nymph".

"... whatever it is, now it's time to look at the backdrop"

That's how the 'Jomtien's Day' night was to have an unexpected incident at the end.

But even such an incident didn't seem to have brought us new discoveries and joy.