717 Valued Guests ③ - New Ties

Even then Alvach praised all the dishes in the long eastern language.

Especially as regards fried rice, it also seemed to add the surprise of whether this was really a chaska - not to mention the fact that it even twisted a really cordial comment on simple side dishes such as fried vegetables and egg soup. Although I have already spent nearly a year and a half in this land, it was the first time I had received a vast amount of words in my culinary sentiments so far.

"Alvach, reason, a lot. No wonder why that's the word, what you can think of, what you can do."

Nanaquem and others said so, so I guess this is not the general flush of Gerd, but the qualities of the Alvach individual.

Georg-Zaza, who had been silent and satisfied with a flourishing appetite for a while, also watched Alvach with unspeakable facades.

"By the looks of it, you're a rap. The people of the mountains are becoming more and more confused."

"Something, suspicion, would there be?

Alvach sees George-Zaza without expression.

Georg-Zaza, who was removing the wearing, was flaunting his face with an ancient wound over his right eye.

"When it comes to suspicion, everything is suspicion. First of all, you guys don't seem a little noble. So are you really more noble than the Marquis of Genos?

"We, Sim, are nobles.... except that Gerd's clan, barbarians, are regarded. The Laorim clan, we, the nobles of all fame, will think."

"By Raorim, do you mean Sim's stone capital? You're a barbarian, but you're not sure about this."

Then Fermes came with his mouth flashing with his eyes.

"Sims are the kingdoms of the four kingdoms that have followed a somewhat heterogeneous history. In the first place, the four kingdoms were founded roughly 600 years ago, but in Sims, the kingdoms have been disintegrated once."

"Disintegrating? It's gone crushed, you mean?

"Yes, the clan that had the king was doomed, and the people of Sim were divided into several clans to set up their own laws and codes. Still, we can't abandon our faith in Oriental God, so I hear that all these decades have gone through a chaotic era of kingdom without kings."

Now Fermes starts talking like a fish that got water. Something called proof of history is surely the best field for him.

"If that condition lasted long enough, Sims could have really perished. So a new king was born… and that was the head of the Lao clan, persecuted by Gerd and Dura."

I was heartfelt. It was the mysterious Gentile Misha who saved that Lao clan - and that's how it was told in the song "White Sage Misha".

But the name of Misha was never spoken from the mouth of Fermes.

"The clan of Rao, who built the stone capital, drew the clan of Rim into his companionship and left the clans of Gerd and Dura. That's how the head of Rao was supposed to calm Sim down as a new king - the Gerd and Dura clans, once hostile to the Rao clan, were set to be a step lower in the same clan."

"Uhm. Our ancestors, the southern territories, surrender, the northern territories, emigrated, listening. That is what is now the Gerd territory"

"It's in the northern mountains, on the border with Mahydra, isn't it? The cold is harsh, with dangerous beasts such as muffled bears, but we hear that it is a very fruitful and rich land. Besides, it was the most silver and iron producing place in Sims."

"Um. Mountains of Gerd, a lot of iron, I can pick. So, Ger's clan, swordsmanship, learning, poisonous moves, was to be abandoned. poisons, medicines, and treatments, than the tribes of d or the people of the meadows, cannot"

"Besides, that's a star reading technique. Is that a trick, too, handed down to the dots and the jigs and the gis?

Ey-Fa's shoulder shook tightly. I guess I reacted to the word star reading.

"It should have been, by nature, a culture of previous times. Lost with the establishment of the four great kingdoms, the myriad of secrets - it will be the people of Sims who left it the strongest. You were called wizards until a while ago."

"Uhm. But the contraindications of the four kingdoms, they must not have broken"

"Yeah. For us, the knowledge of star reading and poisonous grass is astonishing, but it must also be like a leftover incense from the culture of previous times. A civilization built in harmony with nature, symbiosis, and witchcraft - I wonder what it was like."

Fermes' eyes loosened demonically.

But before I get that freshly frightened glance, it's sooo hidden.

"... whatever it is in Sim's territory, Gerd must be having an affair. But I see that nobility and audacity, which do not concern you, are ready for you."

"We are proud and have. Proud, dirty, never forgiving.... but tough manners, I don't like it. Barbarians, it's easier to be called."

Alvach said it very lightly.

Though the emotions have been clearly hidden, the content of the words alone seems to convey his character.

"Was that what you thought? George-Zaza, if doubts, if answered, are fortunate"

"Right. I'm sure that's the discomfort that comes from the differences in your practices between Gerd and Selva. The people of the woods have only ever had the opportunity to be the nobles of Selva, so I think your manners seem like they are all yours."

Fermes said that in a gentle tone.

"If you are a Selva nobleman, for example, you will not eat like this without chairs or tables. Plus, when you give an apology, you'll put the ornament in a silk wrap or crate."

"When we, Laorim, give, give, do so. Forestside people, modus operandi, not obsessed, thought, not prepared, but would it have been disrespectful?

"No. I don't think the people by the woods would find that disrespectful. However, I suspect that you would be more reclining."

"Right. We have no idea how to behave. If you don't like hard manipulation, it's the same for us."

When Georg-Zaza responded that way, Nanaquem nodded "um".

"I guess we learn, we look alike. Lord Fermes, he said that last night."

"Yes, because many of the people of the east, not just the Gerd clan, call their home Mother. In Selva, only the free-dividers and the people of the woods are allowed to learn."

Fermes smiled gracefully again, lifting her long flax hair.

"It is also, I guess, a remnant of the culture of the previous era. The similarity with the people of the Great God suggests that fact. They should also learn to call their homeland their mother."

"The People of the Great God," Nanaqem said, looking at Tia.

Tia has a strange face and is in the process of eating. It was her own rule not to speak for herself when she had a guest.

"It is a great surprise, the people of the Great God, the settlements by the woods, living. Sooner or later, the sanctuary, the return, the heart?

Tia, who was eating for no reason, neither Guiba's nor Seafood's dishes, watched Nanaquem with a decent face.

"Is that asking Tia? Tia wants to go back to her mother's mountain when her wounds heal"

"Right. The sanctuary, if you throw it away, I understand, I can. Sanctuary, remote people, great god, will you forgive?

"I don't know. If you're not forgiven, you just give your soul back. It will be the Chiefs of their homeland who decide that."

"Well," Nanaquem breathes.

Seeing it, Fermes cringed and laughed.

"Speaking of which, Lord Nanaquem has also had the experience of encountering the people of the Great God."

I don't think, "Eh!" I raised my voice.

The Ai-Fa and Yun-Sudra and Tour-Din also look back at Nanaqem with a stunned look. But Nanaquem just nodded expressionlessly "um".

"The sanctuary where the people of the Great God live is dotted all over the continent. So the sanctuary also existed in the proximity of the territory of the The people of the Great God, whom Lord Nanaquem encountered, called themselves the 'Blue People'."

"So, what happened with that other person?

"He said that he was the one who abandoned the Great God and his homeland. She hid herself by saying she wanted to find the God and land she deserved, further away from the sanctuary."

After stating so, Fermes looked back at Tia.

"It's a very interesting story. Even in the mountains of Morga where you live, was there such a human being as to abandon God and his homeland?

"I've heard stories about people like that that once existed. But close to Tia, there was no such person"

"How did those people end up abandoning God and their homeland? You're supposed to be part of the Great God, right?

"Hmm. Wouldn't a human being who can't feel it be going to abandon the Great God and his homeland"

Tia replied that way, not even looking grossly bumpy.

"This earth is the flesh of the Great God, and the overblown wind is the breath of the Great God. If the Great God strikes a turnaround, the earth will shake, and if the Great God weeps, it will rain heavily. A pathetic human being who doesn't take such a natural for granted once existed - and Hamra, who became the mother of Tia and the chief of Namkar, once said so"

"I see. I was born and lost as the Son of the Great God, so you're saying. And that's certainly a pitiful story."

So Fermes' eyes wandered demonically just for another moment.

"Speaking of which... I wanted to ask you something. I just said that overblowing wind is the breath of the Great God...... is the people of the Great God something to be visited by a pathologist who has high fever in his childhood?

"Demons with high fever?

"Yes. Humans living on the continent are bound to suffer from that disease. We call it Ameshorn's Breath."

Tia shrugged her shoulders in disinterest.

"There are demons with high fever, but it's something that people with weak bodies and people who have done something wrong. There is no such thing as a disease that must occur in childhood."

"Again, was it? You, the Son of the Great God, do not need the sorting of the Great God....... thank you. Very helpful."

Fermes caught it before he had another soul-sucking glance.

(Maybe Fermes also became Fermes, and now he weighs himself in trying to squeeze his position as a diplomat)

If so, maybe Fermes wasn't a free-handed person more than we thought.

Whether you know how I feel like that or not, Fermes is grinning at no one.

"Well, it's about time you had a few dishes left. Thank you for a great dish today, Asta"

"Oh, wait a minute. Actually, I also prepared something called after-dinner sweets."

Tour-din, who was stuck in George-Zaza and Sphilla-Zaza, was incidentally putting his spine up.

"Really?" Fermes smiles happily.

"It's an unwanted pleasure that you even prepared the confectionery. Lord Alvach and Lord Nanaqem will feel the same way."

"Oh, even in Gerd, did you have a habit of eating sweets?

To my words, Alvach was only slightly inclined to his neck.

"Confectionery, habit of not eating, does it exist?

"Yes, in Genos, it's only about the castle town, and it's only recently that the habit has finally begun to take root by the woods and in the lodging town."

"Right. Me, sweets, I like it."

That was good news, but no change in Tour-Din's tense face. Either way, serving confectionery to exotic dignitaries would be an urgent occasion for Tour-Din.

"This confection shall be made by me in partitions. I'm not responsible for Asta or anything else, even if it doesn't happen."

Since proclaiming it that way, Tour-Din has carried a grass cage hidden by which side.

Removing the woven cloth hanging on top exposes the crowd to the new treat. It was George-Zaza who was rounding his eyes properly.

"Is this the sweet? It's like a wooden skin or something."

"Yes. It's a new treat made with chaska."

It was a new treat - that is, a pancake - where finely ground chaskas were trimmed with water and baked in a flat form.

It is cooked after applying the sugar, tau oil and the boiled red mammalian liquor, which is also quite sweet. With its brown hue and texture, Georg-Zaza probably called it "wooden skin".

"This is also a chaska, an unexpected, a form. Taste, what it looks like, fun, I think"

Alvach's fingertips, reminiscent of a giant spider, gently pinched Chaska's pancakes.

The pancakes are small, so throw them into your mouth a little bit. At the next moment, George-Zaza pulled himself back like a little bit when the hard tone of chewing pancakes sounded.

"What, even Giva's bones sound like they're chewing it up. Tour-din, are you sure this is something you can eat?

"Yes. Try it if you like"

Georg-Zaza pinched the pancakes as he became "hmm".

When you put it in your mouth, it makes your eyes shine.

"Uhm, that's sweet. Besides, this is... indescribable bite."

Other nobles and Ai-Fa also put their hands up and mouth the pancakes. After we saw that, we decided to let Chaska's pancakes taste, too, as we had already finished the tasting.

The flavoring is quite sweet. The sweet sauce was painted quite thick, according to the concept that confectionery is sweet.

However, it has a soft fruity taste, as half of it is the sugar content of fruit liquor. The softness of the tau oil may be as close to the hidden taste. Of all the pancakes I've eaten so far, I had no doubt it was the sweetness of the dantots.

But it is a flavor that I can eat without discomfort. It's not as sweet as it feels, and it seems to go well with the chewy chaska fabric. That was just it, Tool-din's cooking sense.

"This is... delicious"

And, I = fa crushed with a bump.

This was the first time Ai-Fa has spoken today about her culinary sentiments.

"It's unusual for Ey-Fa to say that sweets are delicious. Did the pancakes bother you?

"Mm-hmm. I like this strange bite. Probably the most delicious treat I've ever eaten."

Then, when it swelled inside me, my creative willingness grew.

"Then I'll try my training in making delicious pancakes, too. Of course, it will be after the wedding feast."

"Really?" he said, smiling only in front of his eyes.

Other people are eating it quite satisfactorily. Tour-Din, who had been observing such people's abundance of food, eventually called on Melfried in the way he had decided to.

"Oh, uh, how about this sweet flavor? If it tastes delightful to the people of Castle Town… sooner or later, we would like to deliver it to Odifia…"

"I'm not much of a person who understands the good and the bad of a meal, so I don't seem to find it helpful. … but I think myself, delicious. Also, I wonder if anyone would get a great surprise and joy because I have never spoken of such sweets before"

"Really?" Thur-din shone his face.

There is a light in Melfrid's eyes that looks a lot more serious in return.

"By the way, I also wanted to ask, will Thur-Din also attend the wedding feast that will take place in seven days' time?

"Ah, yes. Din's parents allowed me to attend."

"Well," Melfried breathes.

There was no change in that look, but it somehow seemed discouraged by Tool-Din's response.

"What's wrong, Mel Fried? When Tour-Din is present, is it also a bad thing?

"No... Actually, Odifia said she wanted to attend. But I am in a position to accompany the Gerds to see that they are present, so I cannot be forgiven for taking my young daughter. That's how I explained it, and I was going to beat Odifia."

Saying so, Melfried breathes again.

"In doing so, I didn't decide to take part with Tour-Din... but Tour-Din did."

"Huh. So again, the young princess is going to waste it. That's a lot of hard work."

And Georg-Zaza laughed cheerfully.

"But if a human being in a position to be a spectator accompanies a toddler or something, it's hard to get through. Also, there is no reason to invite people who are not involved with Vina-Lou or Schmiral-Lilyn to a wedding feast. If that young princess wants to come to the feast so badly, she should ask for another time."

"Will something like another opportunity exist at all? As a general rule, is a feast by the woods only celebrated by blood?

"Weren't the feasts previously held in the name of deepening interaction with the people of the town? Besides, isn't it time for the six-family harvest festival, including Din's house, to approach?

George-Zaza's eyes are patrolled to look for answers. Nobody tried to answer, so I decided to raise my voice.

"Right. The Easter of the Six Families is generally open about a month and a half after the end of the period of rest of the Luu blood clan"

"Mm-hmm. Harvest festivals are supposed to be celebrated only by blood families, but in the first place, you guys are having harvest festivals with non-blood families. Besides, weren't we talking about the people of the boarding town called Yumi and the other clan people wishing to visit as well?

"Yes, Yumi is now allowed to attend in order to interact more with the Lan family. Also, it seems that the other clans want you to give them a tour of what it means to have a harvest festival with a clan without blood. With that in mind, we seem to be considering whether we should work on that new lesson as well."

"Right. If you're talking about inviting a non-bloodliner, there's nothing wrong with inviting guests from Castle Town."

After stating so, Georg-Zaza strengthened the light of his eyes on the lid.

Beyond that glance is Fermes, who was silently listening to this interaction.

"But... when I get guests from Castle Town, I'm going to wish to accompany you again."

"Right. It's the job of diplomats to know all about Genos, so I still don't think they can."

"Is it still true? But wedding banquets and harvest festivals are important places for us to celebrate. If there is a man whose joy is watered by your appearance, you can't invite him."

Fermes smiled with a smile, tilting his sleek neck.

"Does my presence make you feel bad?"

"Well, I wonder. If I don't know you better, I don't need to worry about you."

Fermes' eyes, including laughter, and George-Zaza's eyes, which intimidate his enemies, seem to tease in the void.

At the end of the day, Fermes smiled softly.

"Anyway, I have to do my job as a diplomat. I hope you'll see if I'm the kind of person who waters the delights of those around the woods at the feast in seven days."

"... right. Having seen it through, you just have to decide whether to invite that young princess to the feast. It's the people of your six clans who will do it."

George-Zaza loosens his eyes and he looks around at us. The last time I captured Ey-Fa, George-Zaza laughed.

(You even thought about how I feel properly, not just Tour-Din)

If you invite Odifia, he'll follow you without Fermes. With that in mind, let us make our own decisions about what path to take.

And I guess I gave Fermes a warning that imitation like watering down a feast by the woods would result in opposition from the people by the woods. I didn't know I was going to get a hiatus, but that was supposed to be a necessary procedure too.

"... wedding feast, I want to see it, I wish, it's us. Never, ever interrupt, let's swear here."

And Nanaqem mentioned it like that on the pretext.

George-Zaza turns to you with a completely relaxed face.

"I'm not going to complain because it was Donda-Lou, who became the chief of the clan and the head of Lou's family, who accepted that. I just wanted to ask you one last time if you have any nausea for Schmiral-Lilyn for dumping Sims."

"Nausea, no. Sim, till you throw it away, the people of the woods, wanting to be, wishing, why, wanting to know, wanting to think."

After stating it that way, Nanaquem blinked several times.

"It is woodland, food, and delicious. Also, bride, extremely beautiful. But that's it, Sims, dumping people, there can't be. We, the people by the woods, want to know deeply, I hope. Today, the house of Fa, visited, it is also, reason, one"

"Wow. Did you guys already face each other with Luu's eldest sister? Sure, that seemed like a lot of colorful women."

"Hmm. Extremely beautiful, I think"

I got a little uncomfortable there.

To be honest, after a lot of trouble, let me raise my voice.

"I've heard people in the east say that they prefer skinny women, is that a story limited to the people of the meadows?

"Hmm? The people of the meadows, my preferences, I don't know... Gerd's clan, skinny women, I don't like them. Vina-Lou, extremely beautiful, I think. A little more, back, if any, ideal."

Then Alvach came in with a heavy voice.

"Why, ladies, beauty, are you talking? Now, delicious sweets, to talk about, I think."

"Alvach, talk, long time. We, there's more to talk about."

That's what I said, Nanaquem glanced more at Melfried.

"Tomorrow, Marquis Genos, let's talk, I think. But even on this occasion, let me tell you something."

"Uhm. What agenda would that be?

"It is Gerd, Genos, Trading, Proposal"

Nanaquem went over words that way.

"Gerd, ingredients, abundant. Also genous, ingredients, abundant. Exchange the ingredients and you'll be happy to share. Deal, I want, I want."

"When it comes to ingredients in Gerd territory...... would it still be like vanilla?

"Vanilla, fruit, vegetables, gamma meat, varied. Also, Chaska, there's a lot going on. Genos, Chaska, Seeking, Heard."

It was Fermes who raised his voice "Oh".

"Speaking of which, I hear Chaska originally came from a mountainous part of Gerd territory. I remember seeing in some literature that it was passed on to the meadow areas of Gigi territory long ago."

"Um. And we, Mahydra, the ingredients, we're buying it out. If necessary, it is also possible to carry"

"Ingredients from Mahydra are extremely rare. Weren't you telling me that in this Genos, only that cook named Varcus is able to buy it personally?

Mel Fried nods "um".

"It also seems that a very small portion of the meadow people are bringing in surplus ingredients. So whatever little deal we made, we decided to let Vulcan handle it."

"Yep. I guess if you're a people of the east, you can buy up as much mahydra ingredients as you want, but usually you'll be transported to Alglad, the king's capital, first. From the border with Mahdra, the king's capital would be closer than Genos."

Sure, I've heard such stories before. Moreover, all I could remember was the blueberry-like fruit called Amantha fruit, which Varcus occasionally dealt with, such as mahydra ingredients.

"But it should be about the people of the meadows who encourage business in Sims. Aren't the Gerds barely doing business with the nearby Selva territory either?

"No. Silver finishing, textiles, trading, doing. But iron fixtures, ingredients, deals, not. Mahdra, the border, close, so their dealings, are impossible"

"Oh, because if you sell steel weapons and such in border territory, that will immediately suck the blood of the people of Mahydra. Are you saying that selling weapons in Selva is unacceptable in order to maintain friendly relations with Mahydra"

So Fermes tilted his neck with a seemingly pathetic trick.

"And the inability to trade ingredients... are you afraid of even mixing poisons?

"Uhm. We, Mahydra, bond, strong, so trusted, not. Also, the clan of dots, the poison, the handling, the excellence, so I guess it's extra, worrying, putting on"

"I see. In border territory, maybe that's something we can't do either. They have days threatened by Mahdra, so they will have little anxiety about the Gerd people."

"Mm-hmm. Plus, borders, Gerd bandits, rampant. The people of the west, us, fearing, naturally"

"Right. I hear Gerd's bandits, who root for the area, raid all the people in the west. I guess the people of the north are the most affordable prey, because the people of the meadows are benign and the people of the meadows deal with poisons. … Some bandits, etc. refer to travellers of the people of the west and call them 'fruits that can be easily taken', etc."

"... is outlaw, Gerd, and disgrace. We, strong, mindless, feel"

Nanaquem, who did not represent his emotions, flashed a flame of darkness in his purple eyes only for a moment.

but soon he erases it and turns to me.

"We, the people of Selva, bond, need to deepen, feel. First of all, Genos, I want to be able to carry my hand. Also, great cook, present, so ingredients, willingness to sell, how solidified"

"I see. So you wanted to tell this story even before Asta."

Fermes, his eyes narrowed and smiled.

Somehow - it makes me feel like I'm shining my eyes in a bit of a demonic way again.

"So you're saying that Asta's presence has brought about another new bond? You were supposed to visit Genos in the first place because the Hurricane Bandits targeted Asta... and the fringe of people is a strange thing."

"Uhm. But we, I want to meet, bless, think"

Nanaquem said that quietly only.

"We, the ingredients that bring, the delicious dishes, if produced, are the real thing. Asta, I want you to cook, I want you to handle it, I hope."

"Oh, thank you. I'd love to be able to handle new ingredients again."

"Um. Gerd's ingredients, Mahydra's ingredients, neither, Genos, I don't see them. I'm sure, new dishes, I can produce, I think"

After stating it that way, Nanaquem looked a little contemplative.

"Speaking of which, Asta, southern ingredients, today, I'm not using them, I think. Hello, we, repel, have you thought?

"No, I didn't dare subject it, but by the way, I used it. Tau oil made with fried fried rice or vegetables or Hoboi oil is a ingredient for Jagal."

"Right. Jagal, enemy, but ingredients, sin, no. We, the southern ingredients, could buy it out. I didn't, so the deal, I think, is delightful."

"Oh, at Castle Town dinner yesterday, you seemed to like the juice dish with miso. Indeed, it is also an ingredient that you can buy from Jagal."

Fermes' eyes narrowed to the shape of a laugh can be directed towards me.

"Speaking of which, weren't we talking about those miso pedestrians looking for someone to sell tau oil too?

"Ah, yes.... but you can't trade south and east, can you?

"That's why we're going to need an intermediary for Genos. The Gerd people sell Mahydra ingredients, and the Genos people sell Jagal ingredients. And that's how it's hard to get the ingredients of hostile countries that you can't usually handle."

Fermez laughs freshly when he crinkles.

"With the people of Genos, tau oil is a treasure. You'll need to secure new tau oil again to make a deal with the Gerd people. Well, let Lord Polearth take care of things around there… Is it the general intention of the Gerds to make a deal with Genos?

"Uhm. Lord, I want it. Deal, possible or not, we, we'll see, it was a role. Marquis Genos, accept, if you can get it, instantly, messenger, let's send it, I think"

"I hear it took you less than ten days to reach Genos. Gerd's Totos legs surprised me."

"Mm-hmm. Totos, luggage, let me pull it off, it shouldn't take a month. Mountain Growing, Totos, Body, Big, Powerful, Strong"

"It should take more than a month and a half in our tototos to prepare. If you think about it, it's faster than doing business with Gigi territory in the meadows. Wouldn't this please the Lord Genos?

Melfried, who had been quiet all along, looked back at Fermes with his settling grey eyes.

"I have no authority to speak to you, because you are under the jurisdiction of a foreign affairs officer when it comes to dealing with exotic countries. I want Gerd's people to exchange words with the right people in Castle Town."

"Uhm. On the spot, I want you to make it"

So the conversation appeared to have come together.

The conversation progresses in a direction that I can't even think of, and the members by the woods are blinding me. In it, Ai-Fa was just one, staring only at Fermes with a sharp eye.

Fermes now looks as graceful and innocent as usual. I didn't even like the way I tried to suppress my curiosity, my exploration, etc. - as an eye-fa, I might have been alerted to the attitude of Fermes, who couldn't kill those things altogether.

(Am I too swallowed or am I too nervous about EY-FA... well, maybe it's both of them)

Either way, it was thought that the people of the forest now needed both sights.

Be vigilant and aim for mutual understanding. For that reason, it wasn't too rash for me to invite Fermes to the harvest festival.

"Well, my story, I want to start, I think"

And, Alvach rocked the giant to correct his residence.

Nanaquem looks back at you, though without expression.

"Talk, have you, have you been left?

"I haven't shared Shaska's sweets, thoughts, or information. Lord Fermes, can you ask for an interpreter?

Fermes smiled, "Of course," and Tour-Din said, "Yeah? ♪ And I can swim my eyes ♪ That sentiment can be delivered to Nokimi Tour-Din.

Was that Tool-din's reaction pleasant, George-Zaza laughed for the first time in his hiccups.

"You're also going to take a long word for it, aren't you? Come on, I'm gonna let you know what my bloodthirsty Tour-din thought of all the sweets he had."

"Uhm. Now let me state"

That's how Alvach began to speak in the eastern language again.

The food and confectionery are no longer beautiful, so the dinner party of the day will be over when this is over. Ai-Fa had a lot of swordswallowing eyes, but it's convenient first - or was it an extremely fruitful time?

(Fermes also showed a bit of Fermes, but still seemed to weigh a lot... most importantly, it was the harvest that got to know the character of the Gerds)

I had no more doubts about the truth about Gerd's two names. And I could be sincerely pleased about that, for Schmiral-Lilyn and Vina-Lou. What was most distressing to me was that they wouldn't really take offense to Schmiral-Lilyn's wedding - that one point.

Now I can come to the wedding feast without worries.

Trading in new ingredients was also a heartfelt development, but for me now, the wedding feast that was imminent in front of me was the most important.