𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟓: 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞
“Let’s start with the meat dishes. Please be careful as the plates are hot.”
All the plates for everyone are ready.
Inside the ceramic skillet is red, with oil separating and boiling.
The wooden tray under the skillet seems quite hot as it’s charred.
The redness of the tomatoes and the boiling oil. You can see slices of deer heart & cheek meat, which are the ingredients, in it.
On the accompanying wooden plate, there are three pieces of bread, one lupia-colored pate in a small cocotte, topped with herbs and served with a butter knife.
The other plates have two pieces of bread, so maybe the large serving also comes with extra bread.
The bread is not round but flat and white. And it’s freshly baked with grill marks.
It looks like a pizza without any toppings or a round naan. It might be pita bread.
The fish is a classic white tempura with red sauce and dried herbs. There are also fried potatoes on the side.
And in the bowl, there’s a heap of chopped pickled cabbage, with tongs stuck in it.
Can I take as much as I want?
“Um.”
“This is a strange bread.”
“It’s freshly baked.”
“Oh, it looks delicious.”
“Hey, pass me the glass.”
I take the initiative to pour wine, no, diluted sangria into the glass and pass it around.
It reaches everyone.
“Hey, Robin, you lead. You’re the celebrity.”
Since this guy chose the restaurant, I’ll push the trouble onto him.
“Eh, ah, okay then. I, Robin Steiner, will lead. Let’s give thanks to the goddess of abundance, Diana.”
Everyone offers a silent prayer, but I wonder.
Why pesticides?
Alright, let’s eat.
Feruppo starts drinking alcohol (or something like it) right away.
Marco grabs a heap of cabbage with tongs and piles it onto his plate.
The carnivorous milk-type brothers are suddenly sticking their forks into the meat from the skillet and putting it in their mouths.
Isn’t it still hot?
See, I told you so. They start to writhe in agony.
I tear off a piece of bread. I dip it in the oil from the skillet.
I bring the oily bread, which has absorbed the oil, to my mouth.
Yeah, wheat (carbohydrates) and oil are the best!!
“Something smells bloody.”
“Really? Marco, is this normal?”
Carnivorous man Carl answers.
“Hmm, it’s a fairly fresh deer. Probably a male.”
Yeah, there’s a bit of a gamey smell, but it’s not just blood.
“Do you understand, Otto?”
John asks.
“I used to hunt for my own meat.”
“Oh, Otto, you go hunting?”
Alex seems to be struggling with the small bones of the white tempura.
“Well, it’s okay. I’m not good with a bow.”
“It’s surprising that Otto has something he’s not good at.”
Feruppo answers while spreading pate on his bread. The fish isn’t going down, is it?
“Yeah, I’m not good with a bow. The hunter I was with had the skill to hit a running gray wolf in the vital spot with one shot.”
“Oh, that’s amazing.”
“That’s quite something.”
Carl and John, who seem to have experience with hunting, are impressed. They don’t seem to have an aversion to animal organs.
“I learned a lot, but I couldn’t keep up at all. At best, I could only fight three gray wolves at the same time with a knife.”
“No, gray wolves are impossible, right?”
“Is it magic?”
Carl and John are surprised.
“No, I took down two with a knife and a mountain blade, but one got away.”
The only time I was attacked by gray wolves in that forest was then.
I have attacked them. It was a complete victory.
The milk-type brothers, who are silent and looking at each other’s faces.
Marco asked while tearing the bread.
“In my house (territory), it’s a big deal when a gray wolf comes out on the highway. Are there that many of them?”
“Yeah, you need to eat meat to grow big. I got permission from my Old man and often went into the forest with the hunters. Of course, there are wolves and bears in the forest.”
I wasn’t dissatisfied with the meals at home, but my deceased mother hated meat, and the cook who came with her learned from her, so the meals ended up being vegetable-centered.
Of course, my Old man liked meat, but he didn’t complain because he could eat it at work.
Well, I was told about it a long time after I started hunting.
I thought they should improve it sooner.
“Oh, a gray wolf. . . I’d like to see one.”
“Little brother. That’s usually something you see when you’re about to die.”
No, don’t die from a wolf. Does Feruppo like wolves too?
“Feruppo, I made a hat out of the wolf I killed. I’ll show you later.”
“Eh? Really!!”
“A hunter who can take down a wolf on his own. . . My house is close to the forest. I’ve been done in by wolves many times.”
John mutters.
As a lord, it’s my duty to regularly hunt in the forest and deploy hunting parties to prevent bears and wolves from overflowing into the human settlements.
“Ah, I remember sending people from my house a few times.”
Carl seems to be reminiscing about the past.
Well, if our territories are adjacent, the damage could spread, so it’s a serious matter.
“Well, the forest is indeed dangerous. I hunted after surveying the terrain. It was a two-man job, but we managed to take down a bear.”
I was the vanguard and the hunter Tappo was the rearguard with his bow.
“A bear, too? I can’t believe it. Don’t take it the wrong way. Once, a small village was wiped out by a single bear.”
Marco says.
“If you hit it with magic, it’ll be blown to smithereens, right? Well, we needed the meat and fur, so we didn’t use magic. Ah, this is the bear’s claw from that time.”
I take out the bear’s claw from storage and hand it to Marco.
Since I gave the fur and meat to Tappo, all I have left as a memento is the claw.
“This is the bear. . .”
“Nii-san, let me see it too.”
“Hey, hey, you took down a bear?”
“I just wanted you to come and play in my territory.”
“I’ve been hunting before, too. But all I could catch was a pheasant.”
Alex, who says something out of place, your hunting is more like a game of chasing released animals, isn’t it?
“Only hunters can eat the offal. If you don’t process the liver, it stinks. This shop uses fresh meat.”
“Eh, is that so?”
City boy Robin is surprised.
“This drink is delicious.”
Feruppo, whose face is a bit red.
“Liver pate, surprisingly delicious. A bit too salty, though.”
Alex, who is piling a heap of pate on his bread. You’re spreading it too thick. Spread it thinner.
“Pickled cabbage, a bit spicy.”
“The chili pepper works well. It’s for snacking on with alcohol.”
The meal progresses and ends with tea.
I secretly hand a gold coin to the waiter and receive my change.
It seems to be a pay-at-your-seat system.
I got some change. Half a silver coin, two silver coins, and a few small copper coins.
We leave the restaurant.
“Hey, how much was it per person?”
John is concerned about the details.
“Ah, it’s on me. Don’t worry, I sold my sword for a surprisingly high price.”
“Eh, are you sure?”
Feruppo, who is cheerful from the alcohol. Speaking of which, this guy was drinking a lot.
“Younger brother, you’re drinking too much.”
“Well, it was actually delicious.”
Carl seems to have liked it.
“It wasn’t bad, I wouldn’t mind coming again.”
Alex is always not bad. . .
“Well, I forced Robin to participate, so consider it a wage replacement.”
Feeding the people is a noble’s job.
“Um, I’m sorry.”
I’m not sure what he’s apologizing for, but I nod.
“Alright!! Next shop!! Where?”
Cheerful Feruppo.
“Ah, it’s a goldsmith.”
“Um, Haedecker-sama, the goldsmith is in a. . . a town with bad public order. . .”
“It’s fine. Robin, this is what I wanted. It’s a thug hunt.”
I show my fist.
“Hey, hey, stop it with the dangerous places.”
“That’s right.”
Carl and John seem to be concerned about safety.
It’s like a military thing.
“It sounds fun.”
Alex is always carefree.
“Nii-san, I want to see it.”
“Younger brother, the correct answer is not to go to dangerous places.”
It’s split half and half. Robin is a guide, so he doesn’t count.
Can’t be helped.
“Carl, John, there’s a shop nearby where you can buy women.” (whisper)
“Hmm, but we need to scout first.”
“Ah, nobles must be well-versed in society.”
They easily flipped. They truly are men who should be well-versed.
“Then Robin, guide us. I’ll take the lead. Carl, John, cover the rear. Make sure Alex and Feruppo don’t get lured away.”
“”Understood!!””
The milk brothers respond cheerfully. That much. . . well, they must be interested.
“Otto. Are you sure it’s okay?”
Worried Marco.
“If it comes to it, I’ll suppress them with my fists and magic. I’ve done it at home.” (Against my own retainers.)
“Not with a sword?”
“That would result in deaths. A lot of them.”
“Um, Haedecker-sama, please handle it peacefully. They’re just people with quirks, they’ll understand if you talk to them.”
“Ah, that’s right (with my fist), if we talk, we can usually understand each other.”
“Otto is reliable.”
Alex says to Marco.
“Ah, that’s right.”
Marco answers while rubbing his temples.
🔹𝘈𝘸𝘦𝘣s𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.𝘤𝘰𝘮 ― 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘷e𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 “𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴” 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳s🔹
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