906 New Ingredients ① - Gerd's Grace

The day after the joint harvest festival in the settlement of Ravitz - we ended our street business and headed to Castle Town.

Yesterday, after Jomtien, Gerd's mission team arrived on schedule. So we were honored to be invited to Castle Town to taste new ingredients.

Therefore, Pratica was returning to Castle Town within yesterday. First of all, she's a new ingredient, and she's supposed to cook specimens. On the fifth day since Pratica's arrival in Genos, we finally had a glimpse of its strength, and we were unquestionably fumbling our expectations.

Just one point, whispering but concerns exist.

At noon yesterday, a man from the Marquis of Genos' messenger, who came to pick up Pratica, snuck in his ear.

"This is from Lord Melfried, a mediator with the people of the woods, and his aide, Lord Polearth. Could you please tell the people of the Lew family?

I wondered what the hell was going on, but the story wasn't that complicated.

In summary, Gerd has delivered a much larger quantity of ingredients than we expected.

Originally, this time, it was supposed to be "sample ingredients can be delivered". That would be the natural story, because we need to first understand how much ingredients we can buy. Only Chaska, which is already familiar with Genos, was given a certain amount.

Thus, Gerd's mission has brought in huge quantities of ingredients.

That amount, what a load of thirty cars. That was twice as much as the Black Wind Cut Feather, the largest of the eastern chambers of commerce traded by Genos.

"If it's not necessary, I'll bring it back, so Lord Alvach says that you can only buy what you need... so let's get rid of the faces of the Gerds, shall we? We have to sell them in Genos somehow, without corrupting them."

So I want you to do everything in your power to make effective use of that ingredient - it was such a plea word delivered by the Melfrieds.

"At all, Gerd's people have a lot to do. No offense, I'm sure."

On the same day, in a luggage car headed for Castle Town, when I assessed it that way, Ai-Fa, who was manipulating the reins, responded, "Right."

"But even if we're going to have the ingredients brought back, there's not much for Alvach to be angry about. They're not supposed to be so profane."

"Yeah, I think so, too. But you won't have to be angry. Alvach must have thought we'd be happy to prepare all those ingredients."

"Mm-hmm. If they smash their desire to please them, they'll be careless."

Then we have to do everything we can to make sure Alvach and the others don't get upset.

I wasn't worried at all about the concerns of the people in Castle Town. If that's the ingredient that Alvach, the gastronomer, confidently chose, he could have believed it would be wonderful.

Besides, in the castle town, the cooks, headed by Vulcus, refrain. Even if we had ingredients that we couldn't find use for, Varcus would have used them beautifully.

"Is it the first time in three days that the Astas have made faces with the nobles of Gerd?

and Gazran-Rutim, who had been rocked in the same luggage, has asked as such. Gazran-Rutim was appointed as an escort because he was scheduled to face numerous nobles today. Thanking Donda-Lu for his extraction like that, I let him answer, "Right."

"It's been three days since I've met the Arvach and the others, as the users of Castle Genos went out yesterday or today to buy food. Gazran-Rutim hasn't turned up yet, has he?

"Yes, I don't know Platica yet, so I'm curious."

From what I hear, the day we were invited to the Joint Harvest Festival, Alvach and Nanaqem came out to greet the Lew family. It is, of course, about taking Melfried and the martial officers of Polearths and Guards very carefully. On that occasion, I was also told that Arvach and the others wanted to be allowed to visit Fa's house.

"Besides, when Alvach and the others returned to Gerd, they wanted him to cook again at Kamadoku by the woods in Castle Town."

"Yes, if possible, then I just want to show off my dishes with new ingredients delivered by Gerd"

Eventually, the van arrived at the castle gate.

We get off the carrier in turn. The number of Kamadu accompanying us today were four: Raina-Lu, Sheila-Lu, Mime and Tour-Din. We're not in a position to cook today, and it's a valuable opportunity to say hello to the Vulcas, which means we're all looking pretty relaxed.

"I've been waiting for you, folks by the woods. Switch to that car."

An old martial officer with a serene face receives Gilr's reins from Ai-Fa to point toward a splendid Totos car.

As I approached you, the Totos car owner stepped down to the ground in a panic.

"Doh, go ahead. We will escort you to your hotel."

He is a martial officer with a large, fleshy physique. I wore a hissed helmet deeply, and I didn't even know who I was until I looked at it - Ey-Fa, looking up at its length, circled his eyes "ho".

"If you think it was someone, was it you? Today you hold the reins of Totos?

"Yes. For a while, I assumed this assignment."

In the shadow of the hissing of his helmet, his pure face grins faintly. I thought for a moment, and then I said, "Ah!" I was to raise my voice.

"You were a gardel, weren't you? Sorry for the delay in greeting you"

"And it's outrageous. There is no reason why a Guest should greet you…"

If you look closely, there is a glimmering brown curly hair spilling from the side of the helmet. With all this splendid physique, I always let my eyes swim unreliably, that was nothing more than a soldier gardel from the Militia.

"The last time I saw you, it was Easter fold, wasn't it? Devious wanted me to say that the wound had worsened since then and I was going to sleep for a while. Is the body okay now?

"Yes. Thanks to you, I'm so... sorry to have bothered you."

Then Gazran-Rutim also smiled quietly at Gardell. Gazran-Rutim also met Gardell when he tested the castle on his own feet.

"It's hiccup, Gardell. My name is Gazran-Rutim and I am the head of Rutim. I was worried too because Asta and the others were asking me how things were going."

"Yes, no, it's me or something... oh, no, don't worry about the petty officer or anything. As you can see, I'm completely recovered..."

"But you were originally meant to protect the territory around Turan, weren't you? Haven't you been entrusted with driving Totos because the wound hasn't healed?

As Gazran-Rutim overlapped his words in a relaxed tone, Gardell laid down his blinding eyes in such a frightened manner.

"Yes... as a matter of fact, I will not wave my sword yet... but I will accompany other martial officers, so there is no danger for you all"

"Really? I pray to the Forest and Western God that your wounds may heal as soon as possible."

Then the martial officer who had deposited Gill's reins walked over.

"What have you done? If you don't mind, I'd like to leave."

"I'm sorry. I have a meeting with you, and I would like to say hello."

In response to Gazran-Rutim, the old martial officer whispered "Oh".

"Speaking of which, Gardell was in an itchy position with the folks by the woods. Until Gardell's wounds healed, he took care of himself from Lord Devious."

"Was I? Thanks also to Gardell for making our days healthy."

Even while those words were exchanged, Gardell lay his eyes down like trouble.

Totos, before I get in the car, I'm gonna laugh at Gardell.

"To Gardell, I also sincerely thank you. If you get another chance, please come to Inn Town."

Gardell glanced at me once and smiled at me even though I was weak.

So he finally gets in the Totos car and leaves for Castle Town. Ey-fa, sitting next to me, was breathing in a smudged manner.

"He looks the same. I mean, I think he was a little more hectic when he came out to Inn Town."

"It was Easter then, so I thought you were feeling daunted?... Nevertheless, it was so profound that the wound couldn't heal after all this time"

It was late in the month of ashes that Gardell took over the great sinner Silhouel. Then, more than four months should have elapsed.

"He was talking about shattering his left shoulder bone. I'm sure he was deep enough to never take a knife again. That's how he risked his life so we could have a peaceful day."

To the solemn words of Ai-Fa, Gazran-Rutim also agreed: "Right." There is some thought-provoking light in his eyes.

"This is just a casual impression of mine...... shouldn't Gardell be a soldier or something and put himself in a more serene raw? He feels a lot more unstable."

"Mm-hmm. I guess it's not about the power that dwells in it, it's not about the temper that's right for rough things. But it will be in person who chooses how to live"

"Right. I also want to hope that he can live in peace."

Apparently, Gazran-Rutim was giving an in-depth guide to Gardel's fate.

Well, surely Gardell has such a delicate temper. Me, Ai-Fa, etc. should be face-to-face about four times already, but I couldn't quite build a cheap relationship.

(But being able to reunite with Gardell on a day like this kind of makes me feel like a Western god's servant)

The visit of Alvach and his family to Genos was also caused by Silel, if you ask the original question. If Siluel hadn't taken the great sinners of Gerd and attacked Turan and the woodland, it would not have caused the Arvach to deliver words of apology either.

(For us, even Silhouel's raid brought us new encounters and delightful fates. For Gardell too, I hope so...... do we have to pray to Western God for all this)

The Totos car arrived at the VIP hotel while I chewed up such emotions.

Originally a private residence of the Count Turan family, it is a splendid building with a yellow roof. Even with more opportunities to visit the castle town, it felt a lot cracklier to step into this place.

He gets out of the car in the front yard of the mansion and finally greets Gardell again before being guided to the front door. Once the men and women have cleaned themselves up in turn, they set off for the cook.

"Then I will wait outside the door"

When Gazran-Rutim declared it that way, Ai-Fa looked back at you with an indescribable face.

"But today Gazran-Rutim would have been chosen to deal with the nobility? If so... should I just stay outside the door today...?

"No. You will have to exchange words with the nobility while you are fulfilling the ingredients test. Please leave this to me."

"I understand," Ai-Fa says, beckoning him with a serious face.

But then I got stuck on the sidelines.

"... what are you looking like that, laughing at me?

"Huh? No, well, yeah, I guess it's something to say in a place like this"

I just didn't want to give up the role of being by my side to the others for the time being, and I was just biting off such a hiccup of joy.

The perceptible eye-fa kicks me in the leg, slightly blushing. In the meantime, the guide's first name opened the kitchen door for me.

"Excuse me. Everyone by the woods has arrived."

In the cook, a large number of cooks were already waiting.

Behind it, moreover, numerous nobles await. From that, Polearth threw a bright voice, "Hey, hey.

"Thank you for your time today. I was waiting for you to arrive."

We were guided to the space at the right edge with our heads down.

At the front wall, the noble people stand in a sloppy line. Melfried to Malstein, Polearth and his boss, the diplomat, Nanaquem to Alvach, Fermes and Gemd - and what was unexpected about it was that he had his face all the way to Refraia and Tolst.

"We are responsible for buying ingredients because it will be the Marquis Genos and Count Turan families. So I wish Lord Tolsto and Princess Lifreia all the best."

You noticed the change in my expression, and Polearth smiled and explained it to me that way.

Well, if you ask me, it's the best story. If Gerd's ingredients are sold out, it's both houses that will lose money. Refraia and others were the usual soot faces, but Tolsto had a rather tenacious look on his face.

And even the cooks who oppose it are more luxurious.

Four disciples to Varcus, Jan and Nicolas, Timaro - in total, there will be about twenty. In addition, I had discovered Dia smiling with a gentle expression.

I don't remember ever seeing Dia in these places. The Marquis Genos family would also weigh so much on their dealings with Gerd. I felt calm, and I felt a tightening of my feelings.

"Now let me ask you to explain the ingredients delivered by Gerd"

To Polearth's words, Pratica advanced to "yes".

I'm dressed differently than when I was spending time by the woods. The same style of relaxed leg coat on the sleeveless torso, but it was all a dark blue, rugged outfit. I'm guessing this is Gerd's cooking outfit.

All the ornaments have been removed, and all the long golden brown hair is housed in a blue turban. The appearance was felt extremely pungent.

"First, the ingredients, the way they are, I'll see you. After that, a simple dish, for you to enjoy, is that okay?

"Yeah. Nice to meet you."

"I understand. … Let's start here."

Pratica walked over to one of the workbenches. The ingredients were prepared there, and the cloth was hung from the top.

When Pratica stripped the cloth, what was hidden beneath it was a cage knitted with grass and some silver crochet. The grass cage is filled with multiple vegetables.

"It's a vegetable, three species, a fruit, one species. They're all Gerd ingredients."

Both the nobles and the cooks watched the contents of the grass cage as they ate in. Of course, me and Kamado by the woods, that's the same thing. Sure, they all looked like they'd never seen each other in Genos.

"Hmm... your elongated vegetables look similar to yural"

It was Timaro, whoever so spoke. He is a magnificent cook with an impressive face and a skinny but pompous and belly shape. It's a reassuring opponent for us.

In response to such Timaro's words, Pratica took up its pointed vegetables.

"Yes. This is Yural Pa. Its name, what yural would not be, is what it means. Yural, vanilla, yural pa, vegetables. It is also a Yural, Gigi vanilla, a Yural Pa, Gerd vegetable. The people of Gerd, originally in the South, lived, and Yural first, because they found out, so named, it seems."

The people of Gerd used to talk about driving the people of Rao into barren land and occupying fertile lands. That was the work of "White Sage Misha", which led us now to be driven to the cold of the North - the contents of what we know to be our heritage.

Anyway, if it's Yural, I keep it in my memory, too. I haven't been able to take advantage of it so far, but it's shaped like a spring onion, a vanilla with a mint-like scent. Indeed, Yural Pa also had a shape very similar to that of a long spring onion.

"Vegetables, all, for preservation, dried and solidified. One night, I soaked it in water, I put it back, it's here."

With commentary, Pratica opened the crochet of the straw. A large ceramic plate was placed there, and Yural Pa, cut into rings in millimetres, was neatly prepared.

"Yural pa, raw food, possible. Taste, make sure."

The last name softly advanced, and the ceramic plates were first transported to the nobility.

"Yural pa, taste, vibrant. Taste it, cut it, think it's enough."

Following Pratica's advice, the nobles pinched Yural Pa's round-cut.

Before that plate can be delivered to the cooks, Polearth speaks up "ho ho".

"This is quite a vibrant taste! Even if they say it's vanilla, not vegetables, it tastes convincing!

"Is it called flavoured vegetables? It seems as vibrant as the raw aria."

It was Fermes who responded with a poor smile. Polearths nods loudly, "I see".

Even in the meantime, his last name came and went to the cook to deliver Yural Pa to all the cooks. We were in the space at the right end, and we pinch it up at the end.

Even if it is cut into rings, it is still shaped like a spring onion.

When I put it in my mouth, the fragrance and spiciness really came out of my nose.

In my shadow, Tour-Din sneaks up on "Aww" and gives a cute voice. Tool-din, still in the confines of a toddler and a girl, has a very sharp tongue.

"Are you okay? This sounds a little irritating when it's raw."

"Ha, yes...... but I'm sure there's nothing wrong with it if you use it in cooking. Even the raw aria seems delicious for use..."

"Right," this one smiling mime agrees.

"This refreshing fragrance seems to go hand in hand with a dish with a strong flavour. You just want to give it a try."

I agree with Mim.

Or this feels like the flavor and taste are not so far from the green onions. Then it seemed possible to devise as many uses as possible.

The other cooks also exchange opinions in a whisper as they face each other. Varcus stood alone blurry, Roy seemed to whisper with Siri-Low and Bozzle with Tartumai and eagerly each other.

"Yural pa, through heat, taste, texture, degenerate. Just now, an easy dish, I'll show you."

That's what Platica said, with her purple eyes shining sharply.

"Next, Pere. This is also a raw food, possible, so please taste it."

Pere was a sloppy green vegetable. It is about the thickness and length of an adult male upper arm, and when it is dried and hardened, it is wrinkled, but when returned with water, it has a texture as tight as a boiled egg. Every smooth epidermis is cut all the time and the interior is slightly yellowish white.

This one had a really sinless taste, as much as it was very water rich and had a slight blue odor.

This beauty is reminiscent of cucumbers. This was also a user-friendly vegetable.

"It's the last vegetable, Farna. Here, raw food, not suitable. Just now, cook, see you."

The last Farna was green vegetables. It looked similar to Nanar when it came to horseradish, but the roots and stems were firm and felt rather close to pine nuts.

"And it's a fruit, a watch. Here, hard shell, if you don't break it, six months, it won't rot."

In Pratica's words, Timaro said, "Ho ho?" I reacted.

"But is Gerd a very cold place? Is there a problem, even in this warm Genos?

"Yes. In Laorim, Gigi and Dura, it is proven. Watches, even there, can be bought up a lot."

I hear Dura is a seaside territory, the easternmost tip of Sim. Gerd deals frequently with the people of the Doula Sea.

So, Gerd's fruit, a watch - it was glowing, covered in a black shell. Yet because of its egg-like shape and size, it is like a peatan.

"Shell, split, see you"

Platica placed one of the watches on the slab, covering yet another slab from the top, beating it with the belly of her hand.

Hard tones sound like even a ceramic dish is cracked. When Platica removed the slab above, the black shell had a surprising crack.

"If you crack it, remove it by hand, it's easy. Shell, removed, this way."

Under the new crochet, watch fruit was served on the deep dish.

The lowlifes begin to circle among the people with a wooden spoon for the number of people. In nobility and in cooks, no human being existed as one with that taste and an unpleasant face.

"This is delicious fruit! It's going to be delicious enough as it is, but also an ingredient for a good treat!

Pratica nodded "Yes," when Polearth commented that way.

"In Gerd, Watch confectionery, preferred. Just now, I'll see you."

"Yeah, yeah. Princess Odifia will be delighted."

Turning his gaze to Polearths, Tour-Din smiled beside himself. And the face is slightly blushing in anticipation of the unknown fruit.

After being distributed to all the cooks, Watch finally came to us too.

The appearance is quite vibrant pearlescent. To be a shiny round pulp, it's like squid or something.

But the taste - obviously, it was citrus. It is so sweet that I know Natsumikan can't beat it, and it is easy to keep it delicious.

"Watch, I showed you, so liquor, I'll introduce you. Watched liquor, and gamma's milk liquor."

It was to be poured out of the earthen bottle in a bowl like a toy.

Can't drink enough - Me, Mim, and Tul-din, which amount do you want? Watch liquor was as sweet as could be imagined from the pulp, but the milk liquor was as sour as Tour-din was in tears, besides the intense aroma of vanilla.

"For gamma's milk wine, you're using vanilla. Are mountain-grown gammas still relieved with vanilla because milk is also too flavorful?

It was Tartumai, a disciple of Varcus, who asked so. He is a skilled cook who draws the blood of the east.

Pratica nodded "yes" without looking cowardly.

"In Gerd, vanilla, unused methods, present, but strong flavors of milk, humans who don't like it, few. Genos, I think it will be the same, milk wine with vanilla, chosen, listened to."

"I see. I'm also curious about the taste of Gamma's intestinal meat"

"Now, intestinal meat, and cheese, will be shown"

A new crochet was opened.

Stacked there were thin, round-cut intestinal meat and small, square-cut cheese.

"Boiled meat, returned with water, boiled. Make sure it tastes like vegetables."

Basically, we won't be able to buy meat without Giva.

These days, however, seafood is being incorporated into dishes, and I am also concerned about Gerd's gut meat performance. We were delighted to taste it.

"This… feels a lot better"

Raina-Lou has told me that in a whisper.

Sure, this tastes delicious. The mountain-grown gamma was heard to smell terrific, but various spices were refined to alleviate it.

Besides the pepper-based spiciness that resembles Pico's leaves, it also conveys flavors that are unknown but somewhere to be missed. I guess those vanilla highlight the taste of meat while at the same time hiding the smell of gamma. Indeed, this was a powerful taste that the people of the woodland seemed to like.

"When you refine vanilla into your bowel meat, you get this kind of taste. Even Giva's intestinal meat, isn't this method useful?

"Yeah. Sounds worth a try."

And it's gamma cheese.

There doesn't seem to be any particular work done here - it's just clear, the aroma is intense. The meadow gamma cheese we know also had an intense and mellow aroma like camembert cheese, but it would be a far more exciting aroma than that. It smelled a little difficult to describe, mixed with the smell of the beast and the sourness.

The cooks who tasted it before us have gone out of their way. Before the nobles of Gerd, negative comments seemed to withhold, but clearly a look of confusion and disgust.

"Hmm. I don't know about this... sounds like a flavorful cheese, huh?

Polearth uttered an overwhelming comment about whether he wanted to represent the cooks' mood.

Platica nods yes, with a crisp, faceless look.

"In Gerd, cover and eat gamma cheese, vanilla. I didn't dare prepare vanilla just to let you know the taste of the vegetables."

"Oh, I see. I can't wait to see what this cheese will taste like."

Polearth breathed relieved.

Finally a plate of tasting has been turned here too, so I try to mouth it with great caution - the flavor as imagined from the aroma spreads to my mouth. It was more acidic than those from the meadows, and had a unique odor that could be reminiscent of the zoo somewhere.

"This does seem to be the kind of flavor that makes you want to crave vanilla"

He was also calm in the woodland with a finger fold, and lately he did Sheila-Lou, who had gained inclusiveness like Mother Mercy, as he said. Tour-din and others are tear-eyed enough to be pathetic.

"But I did feel this flavor in my bowel meat as well. This flavor also changes to preferred by combining it with vanilla."

"Right. I'm so excited about Platica's tastings."

So while we were whispering to each other, Pratica said, "Well, then."

"Next, Gerd's vanilla, I'll show you. Then, the ingredients of Dura, and the ingredients of Mahydra, will be shown."

Apparently, the unveiling of new ingredients had not even reached the turning point yet.

Expectations about what ingredients are withheld after this only increase. Kamadoku and Castle Town cooks on the edge of the woods right next to me seemed to have one thought.