Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

130 – Soothing Chicken Soup

The hooves of galloping horses pierced the wind.

The ochre-colored road across the green field was better paved than I thought.

In addition to the occasional procession of peddlers and someone’s carriage with a coat of arms.

It was a representative evidence of a safe road.

The coachman coming from the other side waved his hand and tapped the weapon on his waist.

After answering the different world-style greetings that I had experienced many times while running on this road, I looked back for a while.

The scenery inside the wagon was not as bad as I thought.

Priest Rien was approaching Prianian from the back, who was sitting with a crossbow slung over his shoulder.

“Just Mr. Prianian. It’s great to be traveling again!”

“I will. I didn’t know it would turn out like this. I just didn’t know that Priest Rien would really come to Colhen.”

“We shook hands for reunion, so it’s only natural! Ruler!”

The priest with a smile held out his hand, and Priianian, though doubtful, accepted the handshake.

“This time it’s a handshake for a comfortable trip!”

“…You really know someone but you don’t know. I wish you well. Just Priest Rien.”

The joined hands shook, and one moved with the other.

After shaking hands like that, Priest Rien headed to the other side this time.

The young lady, who was sitting on a box and reading the book she bought from Colhen, stopped reading when the priest appeared and asked.

“Did you come to shake my hand too, Priest Rien?”

“If you don’t mind!”

Still not taking off her hood, she smiled and held out her hand willingly.

“Please take good care of me, Priest Rien. It was unimaginable to go home with Kwangmyeong.”

“The sun is always watching us from the sky, so the young lady is always having an unexpected day!”

In the religious story that followed, he looked forward again and fixed the reins.

Since ancient times, it was best not to talk openly about politics and religion.

It’s just a matter of thinking that the journey will be smoother than I thought, just because I saw them talking like that.

‘By the way, the interpretation of the clue is very ambiguous.’

The clue that Gordon transcribed was the journal of someone who had done research related to Baron space that he had read so far.

It was quite questionable that a personal diary was in the forbidden book section of a university library, but more important than that was the existence of a ‘research center’.

A laboratory where people who pursue something related to space magic gather.

I had to find it once.

‘There is a difference between dimension and space movement, but where did you confirm that there was at least an attempt to move something?’

In addition, I had to think about my relationship with Prianian, so there were many things to consider.

But now I had to focus on escorting the young lady and the priest to the east.

I shook my mind again and increased my speed.

As a rule, the sooner you arrive at your destination and camp, the better.

***

In the far distance of the open field, small hills began to appear sparsely.

It was one of several terrains I had in mind, so this is where we will be staying today.

As expected, we should have arrived around sunset, but there was no sign of the sun just yet.

“Prianian, what time is it?”

Then I heard a slightly locked voice.

“It’s 4 p.M.”

‘It came sooner than I thought.’

I was going to go a little further because I was greedy, but I shook my head.

On the map, if you pass here, there is no river until you reach the village.

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So, as planned, we set up a wagon some distance from the stream and prepared for camping.

Tok tok tok.

He continued to run without stopping and tapped her waist with his right hand.

“Come on. Let’s start with the roles.”

“Hey, are you okay?”

She asked the young lady who was sleeping with the book she was reading in a hushed voice.

I laughed and shook my head.

“No, it’s not okay. Maybe it will be better if the camp is set up neatly.”

After answering that, she looked around at the group and said.

“It is better to split in two. Meal Joe, and Tent Joe.”

“Then Ghouse-san and I will have to separate.”

I nodded.

Because two people who are the only ones in the party who can respond to emergencies can’t stick together.

I turned to the two of them, Priest Rien and the poor lady.

“The two of you are our clients, so you don’t have to work, but you should at least accompany them.”

At that, Priest Rien nodded.

“Of course you do!”

“I can help with simple things. I’m not very good at it.”

After expressing gratitude for Young Ae’s suggestion, he opened his mouth.

“Then now we have to form a group…”

Listening to my murmur, Priest Rien smiled and said.

“Then, how about tying each other together?”

The young lady nodded obediently.

“I don’t mind, then I’ll go with Prianian.”

Hearing that, Priyanian slurred his words.

“It’s not bad for me to be with you too. But, if you go with me, you will have to pitch a tent…”

“Hmm.”

As the signal for her young lady’s drool, she quickly hit her head.

“Then, Priest Rien and I will set up a tent.”

“Wait a minute, meal preparation is-“

“Then please enjoy your meal. I’ll be looking forward to it. Let’s go.”

She smiled mischievously in the direction I was standing, and immediately took the priest and headed towards the tent.

I heard two people talking in front of me.

“Just Mr. Prianian, isn’t cooking better than pitching a tent?”

“If you try G-House’s cuisine, you won’t regret it. Just Priest Rien.”

As I stood blankly watching her back like a dog chasing chickens, the young lady standing next to me smiled awkwardly and said,

“Don’t worry too much, mercenary. I am confident in my own simple cooking.”

“No.”

I shook my head.

“I will do everything, just a little help from the side.”

“…I see.”

I left the young lady with a rather flustered voice behind and headed for a nearby tree.

“Let’s start by lighting a fire.”

While she was gathering the fallen tree branches, the young lady was preparing a place for a bonfire.

From the appearance of pulling out all the grass and sloppily hanging up the pot, the inspiration for today’s cooking came to mind.

Plucked chicken and pot.

It happened to be summer there.

“Please take good care of me.”

Muttering that, I headed towards the back of the carriage.

Something good to take out on Dog Day existed near us, and it was now in my hand.

“Chicken? What are you going to make?”

“It’s because I don’t think I’ll be able to satisfy you with normal cooking.”

Isn’t it easy to make and take a long time to serve delicious food?

I’ll serve it when I’m as hungry as possible, since my pride as a pig will not allow me to serve something tasteless.

Because hunger is a side dish.

“Oats, salt, pepper, garlic, onion…”

I took an armful of the ingredients I found and headed to the pot I had just hung up, then boiled water.

“What can I do now?”

“Please soak some oats and watch over me.”

The young lady, who quickly put water and oats in an empty bowl, sat next to me and looked at me.

“What are you doing?”

“Didn’t I tell you to watch?”

‘I meant to watch some oats.’

I focused on trimming the material again instead of telling the truth.

The gutted chicken seemed to be in poor grooming condition, with some fine hairs remaining.

After holding the chicken legs, put them in the pot and shake them for about 30 seconds.

At that appearance, the young lady wondered and asked.

“The water hasn’t boiled yet. Can I put it in already?”

“It’s about tidying up the fluff. Young lady It needs to be at this temperature to be picked well.”

“I see.”

Nodding her head, she grabbed her knife by her side and started cutting up her trimmed vegetables.

“Lady, I will wash the pot for a while.”

I said, lifting the pot with my gloved hand.

“Wait a minute.”

Then the young lady chanted her spell.

“The shadow of water on the sand.”

In an instant, a mirage similar to the young lady appeared next to me, and she continued her words.

“Two in one group. Didn’t you tell me?”

The lady was quite strict about the rules.

I went to the waterside with Mirage, washed the chicken, the knife I used earlier, and the pot. When I came back, the vegetables were all cut.

“How about it?”

Looking at the neatly cut appearance, I said with a smile.

“You are good with a knife.”

“In the East, during bridal classes, they teach you to cook simple dishes.”

“There was such a thing where I lived. There was even a family that made a cookbook and passed it on to her daughter.”

She responded to a rather interesting topic.

“The family that handed down cookbooks.”

“I heard that the recipe was not simply written, but only to a simple extent.”

“It must be a kind of keyword that awakens learned memories. What is the name of that book by any chance?”

At those words, I showed disapproval.

“I only know of its existence because it is a book that I value so much that I have to copy it separately when I get married to another region. And would you like a bowl of oats next to it?”

The young lady handed over the bowl and muttered.

“Come to think of it, the mercenary wasn’t Britian.”

“I came from far, far, far away.”

A place you can’t reach even if you keep walking from here.

“If you have any other stories, can you tell me later?”

“Sure.”

After answering that, he took out the soaked oats from the bowl next to him with his bare hands and put them inside the chicken.

Maybe it was because it had been a long time since I had been cooking, I didn’t go in well.

Then, after putting it in the boiling water along with the vegetables, I covered it with the lid.

“What are you making?”

“Chicken is soupy. Chicken soup that soothes the soul.”

It was an answer that reminded me of the title of the book for some reason, but wouldn’t this be the right thing if I translated Baeksuk directly?

Evening was approaching, regretting not finding the sumac.