895 Again ② ~ Sudden offer ~

Later, after enjoying the extra food, Gerd's line promptly walked away to the castle town.

As they said, if you have visited extra territory, you should greet your lord first. Still, it was an honor and a pleasure to not be able to stop by our stall.

So - at the end of business on that day.

Only Pratica came back from Castle Town, selling out all the food and then just waiting for the Blue Sky Dining Room guests to rip it off - to such an inscription. He was accompanied by the men of the Apostle and the soldiers of the escort, who became familiar with his face during Easter.

"Besides your work, excuse me. Can I talk to you for a second?

"Yes, what is it?

Just in case, I had Rayna-Lew accompany me. The apostle man has a much more frightened face.

"This is about Ger's cooking number, Lord Pratica... Is it possible for you to keep Lord Pratica at Fa's house by the woods until tomorrow morning?

"Until tomorrow morning?" And that's when I was supposed to round my eyes.

"Well, what does that mean? I don't want anything from your people who just came to the stall..."

"Yes, Lord Alvach was deeply impressed by the taste of the food in the stalls, and he said that he had been neglected to follow through with his words to Lord Asta"

That somehow seemed like an Alvach-like story.

but apart from that and this. It used to be a matter of inviting the Arvakhs themselves to Fa's house, but what kind of observation would it be that they only wanted her, the first time they met, to be kept until the next morning?

"This Lord Pratica has visited Genos to train as a cooking number. So, I want to give you a tour of how the people at the woodland, led by Lord Asta, are trained… that's what I'm saying."

"Ha... but then I wonder if I could return to Castle Town by night..."

"If possible, Lord Alvach says so, we would also like to have a stunning dinner at Fa's house as it is. Also, I should be preparing street food in the morning by the woods, so I was hoping I could show you that much... I'm afraid of the sudden offer, but can't you manage to get it over with?

The apostle's man had become a truly troubled face. If you ask him, he is speaking only as your Lord Marstein's spokesperson. If we answered "I don't like it," he would be the one who would be forced into a painful position.

In return for how he was, Rayna-Lew was lovingly inclined to his neck with "hmm".

"Is that an offer from Marstein, lord of Genos, or Alvach, nobles of Gerd? Then I don't know if the chiefs would say no without saying... as for Asta, what do you say?

"Yeah. I'm sure I would, too. It's just that letting a first-person woman stay... Hmm, I don't know."

Then Pratica sharply twinkled her purple eyes in the shadow of the hood.

"Me, the bunk, it can be anywhere. Accommodation, if annoying, on a tree, sleeping"

"Ki, is it on a tree? No, that's not exactly how..."

"Take care, it's not necessary. I, the West Territories, was wandering, so Nojuku, I'm used to it. Morga Forest Side, Dangerous Beast, Much, Hear, On Trees, Dangerous?

"Right. Gibba or Mundt shouldn't be able to climb a tree, but they may be afraid Geez will bite them"

"Then I'll use it, excluding the vermin, vanilla. Geez rats, you can't get close, you can't. On a tree, enough."

Pratica said so with the temper to pull off a single step. It is quite powerful because of its eastern folk-like, faceless, yet deeply worn hood creating a dark shadow.

The apostle's man has such a puzzling face. If I let Pratica, your companion, take me to Nojuku or something, I guess I won't have a face for Genos. Seeing that complexion, Rayna-Lew nodded, "I understand," he said.

"If you have difficulty letting us stay at Fa's house, we will talk to you so that you can keep it at the Lou's. Anyway, you should be able to visit Asta's cooking, right?

"Yes, as long as you visit, you can sleep on the bed, on the tree"

Rayna-Lew smiled all the while taking Platica's sharp glance directly from the front.

"If I let you sleep on a tree, someone will probably be blamed. I prefer your enthusiasm, but shouldn't you also be mindful of what's going on around you?

When Pratica blinked at the way she was poked into the void, she wanted to see the look on the face of me and the man of the messenger.

"... I'm sorry. Genos, I finally made it, so I was distracted. Apologies, sir."

"At last, does that mean that the story of going out to Genos has been held up for a long time?

"Yes. I, from the purple moon, have been greeted by the lord's mansion. From that day on, Genos, we should go, they said."

In Pratica's eyes, another sharp light resurrects.

"I'm still immature. Forestside cooks, castle town cooks, apprenticeships, further leaps, you can hope, Master Alvach, I said. Please, help me."

"Really? I can't make any promises… but a man as enthusiastic as you would be very much preferred"

Rayna-Lew said that with a bright look.

And in those blue eyes is born a strong light that Platica can't beat either.

"And I find it intriguing what dishes you, the cook of Gerd, make. Will it be hard for us to speak of your dishes one day?

"Yes. In three days, Gerd's ingredients, they arrive. It's me, its use, its role as a handyman. Cooks by the woods, invited to the occasion, listening"

"Really? I'm really excited about that."

It was as if they were bumping their passions before they spoke of your dishes.

Either way - Gerd's cook Pratica thus reached the stage where he was invited to a settlement by the woods.

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Say goodbye to the men of the frightened messenger and we shall return to the settlement by the woods.

She will be treated as a guest of Fa's house at the end of the day, so you will be in Gill's luggage car, which I will drive. It was the Thur-din and Malfira-Naham and Ray-Matua who were to be on board.

"Er... you're not noble, are you? Will we be allowed to speak intimately?

The question thus asked is the fettered Ray-Matua of sociability.

Pratica was responding "yes" with a missing voice of emotion.

"I, the lord's mansion, I serve, but I'm an identity, a civilian. You guys, don't hesitate, you don't have to. … However, the language in the west, it is not free, so I think it would be inconvenient"

"That's not true. I think the westernmost words are smooth among those in the east whom I know! Tool-din, too, don't you think?

"Ah, yes, uh... for I have met only one of you, the skilful man of the Word, like the people of the West..."

"Oh, really? It's not Schmiral-Lilyn or anything, is it?

"Yes... I am Kukuruel of the Chamber of Commerce called" Black Wind Cut Feathers ". He was so old, I think he might be very clever with his words."

"Uh, I see! I think I saw you in the street, too!... Speaking of which, how old is Pratica?

"I'm thirteen."

"Eh!" sounded multiple surprises.

Turn your back on them, I was in charge of driving Gill, and of course I am in the same mood.

"Ju, are you thirteen? Aren't you with me, then! Pratica, you're so grown up!

"... bigger than the people of the east, the people of the west. So you look older."

"No, no, it's not just about the back length. Yikes! I thought it might be a little below Asta! I'm really surprised!

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"So, are you planning to reveal the night at Fa's house today?

"Yes, Fa's parents, if I can get your approval, I'll sleep on the bed, I'll borrow it"

"Really? Nice. For us, as long as we envy you!

So I said, "Well, then," and I gave him my mouth.

"What if I get some acknowledgment from Ai-Fa that we'll have dinner together again for about three people?

"Uh! Is that okay? We haven't had that much time since dinner, have we?

And, Ray-Matua's loud voice has been flesh-compulsive. Probably leaned right next to your table.

"Yeah. Anyway, Fa's house is only home to me and Ai-Fa. You're a little lonely to welcome an exotic guest, aren't you? I think it would be better to have everyone with a good heart present, even if I try to be an eye-fa."

"That, of course, would be nice if we could have dinner with you...... don't you really hate Ai-Fa?

"I'm sure you'll be fine. When I was in Deal, I was happy to have more guests."

While we were exchanging those words, the luggage car was treading a narrow ramp to reach a settlement by the woods.

Today is the fourth day of operation, so the study group is Fa's house. Still, to introduce Platica, we were supposed to stop by Luu's settlement.

"I see, I know what's going on. Parents wouldn't complain if they were with those Gerd people."

Meer Ray, Mother, said to me that way.

"So, if Ai-Fa doesn't like it, you're talking about getting that person's sleeping place ready at Lew's house, right? I don't know about him, but... I don't know what I think.

"Right. Given the character of the i-fa...... it is not sneaky to bother the Luu family, you might think. I'll take you to the Lew's after supper and pick you up in the morning. That's a terrible story."

And I have a solid sense that I, Fa, should have the right bond with people who are not my fellow forest compatriots in I, Fa. Compared to the struggles surrounded by the princes who floated at the feast of Castel Genos, it was thought that patience would still prevail.

"But can you do me a favor when I have to? I can't make an appointment without my parents either."

"Oh, of course. Then let me send someone from here to Fa's house so I can hear from Ay-Fa right away."

Then Raina-Lou, who was silently listening, advanced.

"Then can I go? Before dinner, I'll be back."

"Yeah, let me leave it to you.... but it's going to be dark on the way home, so why don't we go to Barsha?"

That meant that Raina-Lou and Barsha would also be standing in a study group at Fa's house.

Perhaps it also means an escort? Pratica is a young daughter, but she is also a brave and well-known mountain people. The pattern of the dagger is visible from the matching eye of the cape, and maybe even the poisonous weapon can be handled. Besides, from the sharpness of my eyes, it didn't seem much like I'd lived in a world of havoc and unrelated.

(Well, whatever it is, it would be more reassuring to have Barsha for me, too, Ai-Fa. Meer Ray, thanks for your mother's notice.)

With such thoughts in his chest, he is once again returned to the house of Fa.

Everyone wanted to participate in the study group today, so it was straight home to Fa's house as it was.

"Asta, I'd like to have one for you... Why, Cat, are you here?

And on that road Pratica has asked.

I laugh "oh" as I manipulate Gill's reins. Sachi, the black cat who was still in Accommodation Town today, was relaxing in his luggage.

"It was previously to be taken from the travelers. His name is Sachi, and he's a family member of Fa's house."

"Family.... cat, you're making it a family"

"Yes. In Sims, isn't that a rare story?

"No. Cats, family members, such as Laorim and Gigi. Gerd's Bobcat, he's got a rough temper, so he's human, he's not connected."

Then Malfira-Naham raised a much more anxious voice.

"Or, could, in Gerd, ever mouth the meat of a beast named that Bobcat?

The response was a "no" with a strong tone.

"Bobcat, it's a sacred creature. Gerd's people, Bobcats, never do harm. Heritage that bobcats, those who hurt them, punishment will fall, is left behind."

"Oh, well, did you? and I apologize for the rude things I said."

"Excuse me, I don't think. In exotic countries, we learn and we learn, so it's important to be respectful."

Pratica sometimes seems to give a glimpse of the strength of the Eastern people's but not the least - somehow, it was felt that seriousness and genuine temperament were factors.

Either way, Gerd and Genos are about to deepen their bonds in the deal. I wanted to build a healthy relationship between us.

"Thank you for waiting. This will be Fa's house."

Upon arrival at Fa's house, Pratica stepped down to the ground in a agile motion. He has a luxurious physique, but his physical abilities seem quite high.

I'll take care of the Gills for the rest of us, and I'll bring Pratica to the motherhouse. Let's start with Zilbe.

"Here, a family member named Zilbe has left a message for me. It's a beast called Jagal's Lion Dog... Do you know the dog?

"Yes, the kingdom of the west, I was wandering, so the hound, I know"

"Really? Don't worry, there's no danger."

When I pulled open the doorboard on the front door, Zilbe popped out fine.

At the same time, Pratica gives a strange voice as "hiccup". When I did so with my hand in my mouth, I let the color of my blood climb on my skin, which was darker than the people by the woods.

"And I beg your pardon.... is that the dog? Me, the dog I know, it's completely different."

"Yes. They say this one is a dog breed called a lion dog, trained to protect humans. It seems to be a rare species, west or south."

Zilbe kept observing Platica's appearance all the time, "Another new guest".

Pratica coughed one and lowered her hand, but she still has redness on her face.

"Dangerous, you don't seem to. Master, you seem obedient."

"Yes, I'm sorry I surprised you"

When I made him laugh, there was a grudging light in Pratica's eyes.

"... Was I, strange voice, pleasant?

"Huh? No, that never happens..."

"It's an emotion, a spill, a disgrace. Go ahead, laugh."

With that said, Pratica finally turned that way.

This one just makes me smile when they show me such a cute side.

"Er... Ah, if you have a steel blade, poison weapon, etc., may I keep it here? That's what woodland is all about."

"Yes. Dear Alvach, I'm listening.... Poison weapon, every coat, can you keep it? Chef, bringing dirt in, I want to avoid, I think"

"Thank you for your concern. I'll take care of it for you."

Pratica nodded one, removing the fastening on the neck and taking off the hooded cape.

Then the long golden brown hair is revealed. She had made one three-knit long hair on the right that looked exactly like an eye-fa and draped it all the way down to her chest.

Wrapped around it is a whirlpool pattern outfit based on black and gray. The top is sleeveless, with a loose leg coat wrapped around her legs and lots of ornaments lowered around her neck. However, the cook seemed to be the one who didn't wear all the ornaments from supple arms to fingertips. People in the east often wear a lot of arm decorations and rings, even for men.

(Heh... looks like Arishna and I have a lot of different vibes after all)

It feels a lot stronger, even though it's a lot smaller than Alishna's and her physique is lazy. It has a young deer-like feel, full of luminous vitality.

Sharply cut up eyes, muscular nose beams and thin lips would be sufficiently borderline categories. Now, is it still because of the youthfulness of thirteen that the line of cheeks is felt softly? The most appealing thing, then, was its purple eyes with a strong will.

"... why, me, pay attention?

and the color of blood rises again on Pratica's face, which was finally healing. It may have been because of the youth that I spilled my emotions that way.

"Oh, excuse me for this. I'll keep your coat."

"... a coat and a dagger."

After he handed me his coat, Pratica removed his hips dagger from every sheath.

It is a dagger of the year with a dull silver pattern and non-slip sculpture. The leather sheath is also decorated with baking marks, shining in a beautiful candy color.

"This is my father's vision. It would be fortunate if you could treat it messily and avoid it."

"Really?... I also keep my father's knife, so I promise I will never treat him badly"

Pratica shook her brilliantly shaped eyebrows tingly.

"... have you, your father, broken up dead?

"No, my father is not dead... but I will never see him again."

I laughed brightly as I took care of Pratica's dagger and coat.

Pratica is frowning like she can't see. but those little lips never uttered any more words.

As I stepped into the motherhouse, the sati on my left shoulder stepped down to the floor and just got round by the window. I decided to keep my valuables in the storage room so that Sachi wouldn't play tricks on me.

"Thank you for waiting. Now let's head to Kamado's cabin."

Take Pratica and Zilbe and go around behind the motherhouse.

Gilru, Fafa and Lulu were amicably connected to tree branches, and their luggage had already been unpacked where it should have been. Everyone is already inside Kamado's cabin, and Barsha stands alone at the entrance.

"Looks like we're full, so I'll give you a peek at the entrance.... Oh, you look good, Zilbe"

Zilbe lovingly responded to "Bafu". They are two names that can never be spoken, but have a slightly similar impression of face and physique.

When Pratica was thus invited into Kamado's cabin, the participating members of the study group stood in a sloppy line.

The regular members, Tour-Din, Yun-Sudra, Malfila-Naham, Ray-Matua - the women of Lilli-Lavitz, Gaz, Ratz, Auro and Lid, who are on duty today - the trainee, Klua-Sung, and the jump-in participant, Raina-Lu - and the women of Fou and Run, who remained after your work. In total, thirteen.

I guess the women of Fou and Run have already heard the circumstances. Out of curiosity, I'm looking at Platica better.

I invited Pratica to a place where I could see everyone, and then I let her say, "Well."

"Today we are going to welcome Pratica, Gerd's cook, as our guest. She spent ten days visiting me from Gerd to train as a cook. I think the people by the woods should also make the most of their convenience for the bond between Gerd and Genos... thank you very much."

Pratica then gave a bowl of grace as she combined her fingertips into an odd shape.

"It's me, Pratica-Ger-Armaya. Trouble, never, I promise. Tour, please forgive me."

The women were returning their gratitude. Arvach and the others were turning one by one around the family home threatened by the Hurricane Party to deliver an apology, so the approximate people know it exists. Pratica didn't even look greatly alerted because she was a cook serving under that Alvach.

"So let's get started on the study group.... The harvest festival approached two days later, is there anything you'd like to share with us?

To my words, Lily-Ravitz shook his head, "No." It is an elderly woman from a small vault who always had a gloomy, hard to read look inside.

"It would be like watering a baked stone, even if you train now. Regardless of us, do as Asta pleases."

"I understand. So... do you have any hopes for Pratica?

Pratica's been watching me.

"Offer, thank you, but that's convenient, I'm afraid"

"No, there's no rush case, so if you give me any hope, it's rather helpful."

Platica narrowed her eyes slightly.

In doing so, it is as if sharp eyes are condensed.

"So... cooking miso or tau oil, can you please? Dear Alvach, I am very concerned about miso and tau oil"

"Is it miso and tau oil? Well… let's show off the juice and stir-fry dishes"

First, I decided to make Mentsuyu.

Once developed at the same time as by the black fuwano, it is a tau oil-based Mentsuyu, a piece that didn't make much of a difference in the forestside settlement while almost completing the recipe more than a year ago.

"By the woods, buckwheat and udon didn't settle. I used to make buckwheat noodles and udon on a daily basis... what about fa and luu?

Taking my gaze, Rayna-Lew nodded yes.

"I just don't make it all that often, even in the Luu bloodline. Once a month... maybe twice at most."

"Yeah. Unlike pasta, buckwheat and udon are due to the breadth of the dedication, and soaking the noodles was unfamiliar.... but these days, 'Giva Bone Ramen' has settled in as a feast dish, so I guess I'm getting used to soaking noodles too?

"Right. Buckwheat and udon do not settle by the woods, perhaps because it is difficult to treat them as Giva dishes"

"Yeah, yeah. Then why don't we try a noodle dish made with Giva meat?"

At the same time as making Mentsuyu, I decided to hit the noodles.

At the end of the first thought, use white fuwano and poitan instead of black fuwano. Asking for more Kimmus eggs and egg shells to be ready, Ray-Matua asked, "Is that it?" I rounded my eyes.

"If you want to use eggs, paste them, but don't use egg shells. Congratulations, huh? Didn't you make udon or buckwheat?

"In my hometown, this was also called buckwheat, wasn't it? Well, I wonder if that means the name will change depending on the region."

What I was trying to make was soaky buckwheat. I could have had meat udon, but because of this, I wanted to reveal a dish that seemed novel to everyone.

"The procedure is not so different from pasta or Chinese noodles. If you like, can Ray-Matua help us out here?

"Yes, roger!

As long as there are so many people, it is also easy to share tasks. Plus, I asked another officer to prepare the giva meat for simmering.

It is the simultaneous progression of Mentsuyu, Noodles and Giva Meat. Pratica had a sharp eye for all of them.

(It's all vanilla-free dishes, but I wonder if Pratica would like it)

But well, it was he who wanted the dish of miso and tau oil, the ingredients of Jagal. I guess she will be incorporating those ingredients into her dishes in the future. I hope our study group helped.