Fairy Tale Chronicles

"Hey, you have a nice drink."

"Hmm. Let's get another one."

"Call me as much as you want!

A grand banquet where all the adults of Arte Ortem make a scene in total. Five hundred people, maybe at least a thousand, just looking at it lightly. Elves surround the fireworks here and there, clouding the liquor with a pungent and bottomless flavor. The chaos is awesome because there are also dozens of them, obviously mixed with goblins and Forest Giants who can tell.

Caught by such soldiers, Makoto, who stormed more joyfully than ever, unfortunately unleashes his wasp and opens one bottle after another. Every time I drink a glass, I get the Yaya cheer of the elves, and when I grab the knob in a good mood, I empty the poured liquor without hesitation.

"Wow, wow, wow..."

"Makoto-san, I hope you're okay..."

"Well, that's true, Wowabami, so you're gonna be okay?

Because of the method, or because of the differences in the world, Tatsuya comments unexpectedly with tight degrees of cloudiness and without hiding the fright while doing the liquor in a tiny way. In fact, while Tatsuya drank a cup, Shinji opened three cups, but Lu Ryu and his words and actions were solid, and I can't imagine the state of crushing at all.

"I think I've shown you something to be ashamed of..."

"This one's probably here too, so don't worry about it"

Tatsuya replies with a bitter smile to Alchem, who is really embarrassed. In fact, compared to asking for an apology for someone who suddenly doesn't know who they are, it wouldn't be as big a deal as being used as an excuse for a banquet.

"Still, it's a very uncomfortable sight of elves, goblins and forest giants banqueting under the starry sky"

"Really?

"Well, in general, I have the impression that goblins and elves and dwarves are, in general, natural enemies of uncluttered heaven."

"I don't know. Afterwards, the Forest Giant, in a different way than the elves, has a very different image of inter-racial interactions."

"This stew is delicious"

Honda, who tells Alchem about the images of the Fae in the city of the human species, and Mio, who even continues to eat at my pace. In fact, the heterogeneous image of the human species does not differ so much from what the Hiroshi and the Japanese have. And the Fae who are out of the city don't behave so far apart from that image. I didn't even imagine the reality of the Elves being like this until I got here because it is at best the level of Terez where I said it was off.

"You guys are Chem. Did you help me?

Goblins and Forest Giants with liquor bottles have spoken out as Alchem and interracial exchanges are underway.

"Is that going to happen?

"One way or the other, you were about to storm for wood..."

"Yeah, no, wood"

Hiroshi is plunged into Tatsuya and reopened. That said, I didn't make the mistake of helping Alchem because at first I ran for his rescue.

"Theresa, after you left, Rina Chem was the only daughter I had around my age."

"I thought I'd be a life-scatter without experiencing the happiness of my young daughter, and I panicked at the boulders."

"The Hunter Tree will probably get away with it if the first person sees it accidentally eating it when acting alone..."

"That's right. Besides, all you had left was the wreckage and the bow you used at the scene, right? It's stranger not to be in a hurry."

To the words of Goblin and Forest Giant, the elves around also nod. A macro hits the leg meat of an unidentified bird while laughing bitterly at that attitude. I don't know who the meat is, but the spicy flavour is medium. Eating with a grip of rice keeps the rice going.

Although birds and rabbits dominate meat that is baked as a meal and a knob, chickens, boars, bears, etc. are not so large, but they are cooked together. I'm afraid of parasites on boulders, so all these creatures, they're thoroughly set on fire.

"Mr. Govejon, Mr. Foredan, I'm sorry for your concern"

"Are you kidding? If you're safe, why don't you?"

That's what Goblin and Forest Giant, bowed their heads to Alchem, answer as they narrow their eyes. You don't have to tell me, but Govejon is the goblin, and Foredan is the Forest Giant. It is interesting to see that the three species that look completely different make little difference when it comes to the contents.

"With that said, why was Alchem outside?

"I had a little meeting with the elves in the west. I'm going to make my first deal to Renade next week."

"I see. I guess I'll teach you how to do things and stuff about negotiating in the human city."

"Yes. Sister Terez, who was in charge before she took over, went outside, so she relied on an elf in the west until I got clearance to go outside."

"Aren't the others going?

"It's the role of young people to know what's out there, and this role was assumed by elves from the ages before the building."

There seems to be a lot of elf society as well. Then I'd rather get used to it in a way than give permission and learn, but he's a little too young for an elf feeling to do it. Because of this, Therese is also a young elf who does not reach the age of a hundred, but Alchem is about half that year. To say that in Elf society you are under fifty seems to hit the age of about three in the middle where you say in Japan. Even though the aging of young children is progressing, the humans around them are also a lot overprotective.

"Because that's what Pre-Construction is, but the real deal is that when you leave the old man out, he doesn't come back, so it can be."

"What?"

"Are you going to get lost?

Hiroshi and Spring Vegetables hear why I can only say it unexpectedly and hear it back with the look of what it is. He somehow imagined the fall, and Tatsuya is chirping the liquor with a bitter smile. Mio has nothing to do with that, and I'm just obsessed with salted river fish.

"If you're lost, it's still okay. Most of them will have to go back to the city and take it back to the village and take it away and go missing."

"... that's more like what young people are going to do..."

"I don't know. Normally, I think it's a young man's job to dump the country and jump out..."

"After spending hundreds of years in a despicable village, they want excitement."

I find myself having trouble reacting to a dialogue that makes me want to penetrate into whether an old man can soak up such cold water. I feel unnecessarily overwhelmed by the penetration around here because the elves at the game weren't like this.

"Nothing, even if I let you go free if you do that. Yeah, yeah?

"I'm not too old. I'm not impressed with you fluttering outside."

"Govejon is right. Older people need to teach younger people."

"Besides, as the elderly leave, the marginalization rapidly progresses. In the southwest, in the elves, it became an abandoned village."

In the words of Govejon and Foredan, Alchem puts such a subtle supplement. Inside the elves where the aging of young children is progressing. What happens when the old man falls out there at once? The answer is that marginalisation is faster. Moreover, in the case of elves, it is normal to still be able to work on active duty at the age of seven hundred or there. Therefore, when the elderly can fall out, the production capacity also falls sharply, making it impossible to maintain the inside.

The elves have the same problems as the Japanese countryside in a different way.

"The aging of young children is a problem everywhere."

"Hmm. Goblins have a long life span, and they're a lot of kids, so that's not the problem, guys."

"Because Govejon's over a hundred. Goblins die in about thirty years, so this is a Haunted Monster category."

"Don't be a haunted monster. Thanks to Alanwen, you've evolved into an Elder Goblin."

The goblin situation in this world seems quite complicated. Most importantly, Mio, who is not particularly interested in goblins, is even obsessed with eating while changing his target to roasted peppers and carrots.

"No, why are we all talking in Farlane?

"How many races do you think are in and out of this village?

"With the exception of the occasional humans, all four races interact. If we unite in the language of any one species, we will not be offended by any other species."

"Besides, with the structure of our mouths, it's hard to speak human language, but not elf or goblin."

Govejon and Foredan return an unclear answer to a macro question. When it is pronounced outside of Alchem, it really sounds like Foretai to the gob construction, but from the point of view of communication of will, it doesn't seem to have that much of a problem. For this reason the other race is fairy, but they don't have any particular business today, and they haven't come to this place.

"What's so beautiful about the pronunciation of Terez and Alchem, after all, from the negotiator with the outside?

"Right. After all, if you can't speak with proper pronunciation to negotiate, you're in trouble."

When you enter the town, follow the town. Together, I accidentally watch Alchem say it with a clear face like that, with a smiling face. It should be noted that even this period Mio obsessed with smoked cheese apparently wants to hear extra things and not damage his image any more. The point is self-defense reactions.

"Hmm? Something's going on over there."

"Oh, that one!

"The Dwarf Killer!

Govejon and Foredan react horribly exaggerated, saying noisy names. From the look of it, I think it's probably a very strong drink together.

"So, what's a dwarf killer?

"Distilling the liquor made of larce wheat to its limit, it is only for drunkenness, which has increased in degrees."

"It's a tough enough drink to ignite just by liding it and keeping it away from the fire, there's a whole anecdote of Dwarf crumbling before he drinks a bottle, it's just a strong drink."

"What's that dangerous thing..."

"I don't know, it looks like True Harp is messing around..."

As Tatsuya pointed out, Shinji and about ten elves have mixed substitutes to say that it is no longer rice liquor but just liquid alcohol. This is already the fourth cup for the true harp, even though the elves are crushing more and more without going for two. Given the amount of alcohol I've drunk by then, I'm worried it's just time to put a stop to it.

"I'm gonna stop for a second"

"Don't worry, but when that comes out, the banquet's over."

"Hmm. Guys, I'm surprised you had one empty bottle."

"That too, I have such a little sister..."

Govejon and Foredan talk about the true harp in some fearful tone. True harp does enter the smaller one, even from a human average. With the exception of goblins, she would be the smallest woman as an adult in this setting with only a species with an average height of more than one hundred and seventy centimeters.

It is only natural to pull it off because such a true harp guns down a bottle of liquor that even Dwarf could not drink, and seems to hold both thoughts and Lu disciplines firmly to its appearance.

"I still prefer the guy with the soy sauce on the grilled corn"

"Mio, you eat too much with you..."

Tatsuya accidentally puts a penetration into Mio's comment, which was scratching the roasted corn like I said to leave it out of my way. I don't know, it was my-paced together.

"Ohhhh..."

The next morning, Makoto, coming out of the room given a subtle feeling of falling asleep, looks out for the breakfast that Spring Vegetables had prepared and in an instant blows his drowsiness. Through Higashi, who had already aligned himself and waited for the start of the meal, sitting in front of his meal with the shittiness and waiting for the rice to come out.

"Good morning, Mr. Makoto. In the meantime, I've got miso soup and seaweed for dinner, fish dried and a small bowl, but what about the eggs? Egg grill? Eyeball grill? Or, egg-wrapped rice?

"With egg-wrapped rice!

Spring vegetables that inadvertently smile and greet the true harp, who doesn't show how yesterday's liquor is left, giving them a three-piece set of eggs, bonito and soy sauce. Neither does Higashi hide his laughter in the way he expected to react.

"Is Makoto-san a natto eater?

"Yeah. But today's fine. It's egg-wrapped rice."

"Oh, my God. Copy that."

Spring vegetables that nod to the reply of the true harp and prepare their own share of rice. Everyone eats egg-wrapped rice, so I make egg-wrapped rice as well. For this reason, dishes, including tea bowls, are My Dishes, which I made with Hiroshi when I was in the workshop.

"Oh man, you eat eggs raw, huh?

"I disinfected it properly, so it's okay."

Shit, it's not just a problem.

Govejon and Foredan drop raw eggs on top of rice and see them together starting to stir with soy sauce and insert the penetration with a pulled look. Alchem also pulls more and more normally.

"My hometown has a culture of eating raw. What kind of treatment and how to eat it is safe is generally established in a century-long pile of cultures."

A magnificent mix of soy sauce and eggs in every corner makes me eat a bite of rice as I say so.

"Sister Chun, change. And omelet for lunch."

"Mmm. Copy that."

Mio declares such a request while enjoying the second cup with seasoned seaweed. As soon as rice is available, it is too easy to tell where you will not hesitate to start eating large quantities of it.

"I'll take turns. Nato, please."

"Yes."

"Nato, is that that rotten bean?

"It looks rotten, but for once, eat."

Govejon looks really nasty after seeing a true harp eaten with dashi, soy sauce in leeks and stirring well, without hesitation on rice. It would also be quite rare to say that Goblin's disgusting face.

"Well, it would be cruel for people from different continents to understand all this."

"I don't know. People in the same country don't eat like me."

"Right. Sometimes people in Kansai say," Rotten beans. "

"All Kansai people deny the existence of Nato food. I don't like you and me, but you and your sister eat normally."

Not eating natto has a strong aspect of saying culture rather than liking or disliking it. There are quite a few people in western Japan who can't eat because they originally come from few regions. Besides, it's certainly an excellent food in terms of nutritional value, but it's also not the kind of food that gets preached because it can't be eaten.

This is true in the same country. of another country, even if it is also fundamentally unacceptable to the very species being completely different, there is no complaining muscle. Rather, the exception would be a person like Aeris, who normally ate the natto prepared with half a joke, fine.

"And Mio, you've been eating a lot lately."

"I don't know. I ate quite a bit when I was in Farlane, but it's about 30% more since I left, right?

"Late Growth Period"

Tatsuya and Hiroshi's penetration is not in those words, and the third cup of rice and the second piece of fish's dried food are flattened with pepper. That's enough to say where you're going to get into that little body that's not yet on a hundred and fifty centimeters large platform. Most importantly, given the recent activity, it is unlikely that you will gain as much weight as you have eaten.

"It's a good thing kids eat a lot."

"Be. Be."

Goblins and Forest Giant nod as they narrow their eyes to the way Mio eats well enough to feel good.

"Nevertheless, this stewed rice noodle"

"Hmm. What is this black juice?

"Oh, that's called soy sauce, our hometown seasoning. You make soybeans by fermenting them with mold called koji."

"Soybeans."

Three species are listening with interest to the description of spring vegetables. Apparently, he liked it a lot.

"I'm also making your soup by fermenting soybeans."

"This too, baby."

"Lars's rice and everything. I was just wondering."

"There are so many things..."

"What do I do, teach you how to make it?

Alchem and the others shine their faces to that suggestion of the Horn. Because ingredients can be self-sufficient, you can make as many as you want if you learn how to make them. That's what it says on their faces.

"It's just that the dashi I used this time for miso juice and simmering is taken from the sea stuff, right? I need to make it easier to see the crops around here and improve them."

"Is it Dashi..."

"That's a tough one."

"The ingredients you use change the flavor a lot."

Three races who hear the words of spring vegetables and look troubled. Around Dashi, the concept seems to be more developed than Farlane. Then, in the middle of being taught a lot about the ingredients of dashi used in soups and simmers around here, something comes up that concerns me.

"With that said, the salt grill usually came out yesterday. It went through, but there's no salt around here. Do you?

Ask that question honestly in your mouth. It was strange that so many species lived in the woods and usually used salt. If there is such a thing as a cave where rock salt can be taken around, it still doesn't seem like anything like that from what I've seen.

Even if it's the streets that pass, the nearby cities are in the woods. Compared to coastal cities, including Urs, salt is not so inexpensive, and I don't see how the elves can trade it for that much salt in what they bring in. I don't even think I'm getting salt in barter, given the price problem I said that and the amount I can carry. It is therefore natural to think that we are producing it in some way, but I cannot think of a method of producing it because all nearby water sources are freshwater.

"Salt can be taken from salt tree fruit."

"Salt trees are the kind of plants that bloom all year round and bear fruit most of the time. So you're making it with fruit when you need it, boiled and skipped moisture. You can take about a hundred grams of salt crystals with a single fruit."

"With one bottle, you can bribe about a thousand people. They're treasured in the settlements around here."

They also have boulder diverse worlds, strange plants. As a result, salt in the salt tree feels a little fruity when licked alone. Salt is salt, so it's just a level to say that I feel that way.

"I see. I mean, what's missing in the settlements around here is entertainment and excitement, all the time?"

"Hmm."

If you have all the water, salt, meat and vegetables, there's not much reason to go out of your way. Although less contact with the outside world is therefore not particularly problematic, if you do not have trouble with clothing and shelter, it is the creatures that say that they really want what they call entertainment and stimulation. Not to mention when you live in a closed land and your relationships are closed, it boils down unnecessarily and you want something like that.

Besides, the settlements around here, especially in the case of the elves, the old people, who should normally be conservative when they say so, would rather go outside hungry for stimulation. I can only imagine how much it is to say hunger for stimuli throughout the village.

"With that said, there's a lot of old people who want to leave, right?

"Hmm."

"Then why was Therese here in Urs?

"Not long ago, it's been two years since I said that there was a trust from Master Alanwen to send one young man to Ursus. Whoever you want me to go to seems to be able to rub it, so when I decided to pull it off, it was up to Sister Terez."

Alanwen's trust, together with what he says. When we get here, we have to feel clearly what God does.

"Um, I was distracted yesterday to ask, what's your relationship with Sister Terez?

"You're an employer and an apprentice, aren't you?

"I don't know. There's been a lot going on up there, but that's the way things are now."

"Employer, is it?

"Saya. I coached them for about three months, but for now, I've poisoned them with curry flour and grade eight potions, and I've planted a few more seasonings so I can make them, so I'm sure I'll make them by now."

potion, Govejon and Foredan subtly react to the word. For this reason, even in the village of Elf, the various potions are called Farlane compliant. The reason is simple, because the pharmacist in this village is the successor to an elf who came back with his studies in Farlane at the time of his founding. That said, even on the one hand who has gained training, the fourth level is somewhat extra in hand, and the moves have passed in life before the current pharmacist takes over all of them. For this reason, the potion produced without problems in this village is capped at level VI.

"Did you make potions?

"Oops, it was this guy who planted it, rather than his apprentice Mio."

"Even in Mio, I can usually teach you to make a fifth grade."

"Grade five..."

Govejon showing his frigid face against the word that came out. No matter how you look at it, neither Hongkong nor Mio looks like a trained pharmacist enough to make such advanced drugs.

"Well, I don't know what Therese's going to do now."

"Right. Let's start with the status quo."

It doesn't matter at all now, like what level of medicine Honda can make. What matters now is the story of going to the temple of Alanwen.

"What's the situation with the road to the temple?

"The road from the front is crawling with carnivorous grass, and I can't get past it."

"Hunter Tree and Bloodwolf are all over the back road, so I can't recommend them to amateurs."

"Guys, the back road is still better."

"Hmm."

It leaks information that isn't quite right. As of yesterday I heard some about the carnivorous grass on the front street, so it's still fine, but the difficulty on the back road is pretty good too.

Hunter tree cut down by Hiroshi in three shots, but from the front, the saturation attack of the twig is quite troublesome. The body does not move with its roots on the spot, but is therefore a troublesome tree that truly cleverly simulates and accurately pokes at its surprises. It is not to say that it is a fatal weakness compared to axe blades so that trees that are not dry do not burn up so easily, although they are vulnerable to flames compared to other attributes. And besides, there are no other areas or attributes that can be called weaknesses, and because of the trees, they are tough, defensive, and really troublesome opponents. At least, the compatibility sucks when it comes to knocking them down with bows and arrows.

Bloodwolf, as its name suggests, is a giant wolf with red fur like blood. Specializing in three-dimensional attacks that utilize trees like cats in the wolf's cuff, their quick movements and sharp fangs feed the coarse adventurer without five seconds. Hazardous organisms acting in flocks of at least ten or, in some cases, more than twenty, despite having several stages of combat capability when compared to Poison Wolf, the most troublesome thing in this case would be to fight the Hunter Tree.

Hunter trees are carnivorous and eat meat and guts, but their main source of nutrition is the magic and strength of prey, followed by blood. Bloodwolf, on the other hand, is a flesh-eating creature, needless to say, not so obsessed with blood. What's more, if Bloodwolf and Hunter Tree fought from the front, Bloodwolf would largely win with a number of violence. Before that, Hunter Tree ambushes on Bloodwolf class monsters don't get through so easily. At the time of the ambush, mostly the Bloodwolf herd is fleeing out of range.

I mean, from the hunter tree's point of view, Bloodwolf is very inefficient as a prey. Therefore, it would be a smarter choice to help them hunt and recover the spill.

"I've been wandering around a lot like that, and this whole village is going to be fine."

"Sora, it's as tight as it gets."

"Hmm. Besides, if it comes down to numbers and numbers, we goblins can't lose that way, and the Forest Giants are natural enemies to Hunter Tree. You're not stupid enough to get into a fight."

"I see."

For a hunter tree, a dwarf or forest giant who is heavy, sturdy and good at handling axes would be the top of a creature you don't want to deal with. When they do, they don't care if they hang on, they break through to the trunk and cut it down forcefully and luxuriously. For tree-based monsters, not just hunter trees, there's no more scary opponent than heavy duty wood dust.

"Well, for now, think about the back road. We'd better check the front road. Yeah, let's do that."

"Why don't you think about the back road?

"I don't know if it's okay if we just go, but it's not going to solve anything around here."

"What?"

"It would be more convenient for us to get a regular route from the front. Yeah?

Surprised by the unexpected words, he opens his eyes and stares at the faces of Hongda.

"I'm surprised you don't. I don't want Mr. Rice to come home, and I don't want him to go to Farlane's farming instruction, so do this kind of work."

"Conversely, that's a little too much..."

"Uh, yeah. However, it may take a little while, so don't waste more rice in the meantime."

"I don't care. But yeah. It's been a lot of work the last three years or so. Neither this place nor our village will starve with ten or twenty more people."

The policy is determined by allowing the frontal path to pass for now, with such a well-intentioned conversation exchange.

"In the meantime, we're done for breakfast, and let's go check on the front route for a second"

"Right. I didn't know what was going on."

"Master, what about herbicides?

"After checking that, too. Besides, the people here will try the candle."

With that said, I'll finish cleaning up my breakfast and get ready for an adventure. To do anything, start by knowing the scene. He was Japanese to follow the fundamentals of such a project and roll out to check the situation.

"Yikes! Chi!"

"Makoto, behind you!

"Oh already, depressing!!

"Master, Sister Chun, I'll shoot you with a fire arrow, so stay back"

The front route to the Temple of Alanwen had been a real mess.

"This is too much for boulders!!

Reactivate the out-face at the same time as words that are neither stupidity nor complaint, attracting the attention of the enemy. Cut off the stretched bamboo with a knife on his left hand, flashing with a sickle as he approached the main body. An indefinite name carnivorous grass, officially known as a maneater, that gets soaked and creepy, but it doesn't have a clue whether to prune it or not.

Maneater, as its name suggests, is a carnivorous plant with man as its staple, a way of preying that seems like it would entangle his whole body with its wax to take his temperature and cause him to have a lot of unwanted delusions about swallowing it whole in a bag in the trunk where resistance has fallen. The staple food is a human being, but it is also a plant that eats anything.

Man Eater's biggest weakness is that if he's a sickle with more than a certain amount of cleavage, he gets pruned in one blow. Plant-based monsters that are not classified as tree-based, not just man-eaters, are sickles for the most part a weakness. Especially the spreading plants are vulnerable to sickles and can be easily stopped simply by spattering the roots.

"Holy shit! I'm not supposed to use it very much in the future! Sickle proficiency! They're coming up! I feel like it!

Spring vegetables spill such stupidity as they mow the maneater with more and more sawdust in their horns. Rapier was incompatible, so he borrowed the spare spare that the hosts had. Zhenqin likewise works with mowing sickles.

"It's time to bake, once you're back!

Hiroshi sums up and blows up the maneater according to Tatsuya's decree, leaving at once to avoid getting involved. I don't take any damage where I'm involved, but I have trouble developing Tatsuya's magic.

"Grand Napalm!"

A belt of polar fires spreads precisely across the road to burn down the man-eater. Burned together in such heat that no extension even occurs, about fifty meters of man-eater is controlled in an instant. Due to its magical nature, it has no effect on subjects who are not on the path, so it is a great magic for this kind of work.

"Brother, when the magic cooldown is over, I'll ask for another shot"

"I know. Get rid of the one who's hiding in the shadows so you don't get in the way."

"Leave it to me."

Following Tatsuya's instructions, Higashi tries to prune the hidden maneata in the garden. The burnt ashes are being recovered by Mio.

"That said, after three more identical tasks, it only goes about a quarter..."

"Besides, the roots will stay, so if it rains, give it a second."

"... barren, right?"

"This is the idea of radical measures such as the Akan level and"

While agreeing with True Harp's words, he nevertheless proceeds with the extermination desperately saying it's better than not doing it. Somehow, I feel the same kind of barren grass pull that I do at a town hall meeting or something. If we don't do it, we won't be able to talk about it, but if we do it, we won't be done. When it is not uncommon to get back to normal from a finished handkerchief, the barren is difficult to exhaust to the brush tongue.

Besides, if you're pulling grass for a town hall meeting, there's nothing particularly wrong with it, but it would be catastrophic if there was even one left over here. I'm back because I had my roots left, then I'm not talking about it.

"In the meantime, if I shoot Napalm three times later, why don't I collect it and pull it off?"

"Right. Maybe this isn't something we can do tomorrow."

"Besides, I'm a little concerned, so I'd like to check the neighborhood. Can I ask you to hang out with me for a second, too?

"Roger that. Whatever it is, let's get on with it."

Nodding to the words of the Macho, together to continue the same work. By the time the third Grand Napalm launch was over and the clean-up was complete, the sun had already begun to lean west past Jomtien.

"Sister Chun, what do you care?

On the way home, once the work has been cut off, Mio asks such questions around the village.

"I want to find out what's going on in the surrounding pulse. If you haven't been to the temple properly in a long time, I feel like something terrific has happened."

"Right. We need to look into that too."

Nodding at the words of spring vegetables together. An element of that hand is probably chewing on these events.

"With that said, is that all there is to it, a man eater, nutritious enough or something?

"They're usually photosynthetic."

"... what a pain in the ass..."

That would be where the botanical monsters of carnivore are troublesome. If you don't have food, you should absorb nutrients from the ground. Why would you want to say you eat meat in the first place? Therefore, it is difficult to attack soldiers for what they deserve. Return to the base rented as a temporary residence, with indescribable air.

"So, what do you do in the end?

"Herbicides after all?

"You can't do bad things like that."

In a house prepared as a temporary residence, the topic shifts again to future policy as we prepare for lunch.

"Master, does the herbicide look like no good after all?

"If you get bad at it, it's gonna be a barren land."

"Wow..."

Boulders are unidentified carnivorous plants, highly vital and resistant in vain. Raise your voice to Hiroshi's words as if True Harp and Tatsuya were fed up.

"The worst part is, let's do a case where they're the only ones who can stand to sweep away other grasses."

"Is the chemical method difficult..."

"I don't think I can do it."

Tatsuya shows Hiroshi's words that he is somewhat sloppy. When this happens, you may be forced to do an even more barren task of digging back the soil and removing the roots as far as possible after cooking them all in the worst case scenario.

"So, do you have any ideas?

In the meantime, light the soup that serves as a side menu for omelettes, and the spring vegetables mix in the conversation just after the rest of the mess. I say soup, but one way or the other, it's a close substitute for stew, so it takes a little while.

"In the meantime, I think the best thing to do is let the plants do it at the end."

"Wouldn't that suck?

"Best of all, you can either fight them and wither them both, or you can destroy yourself by destroying them."

"You know, mutating in the middle of something..."

"If I told you, I would."

Together we silence ourselves without being able to find a thread of objection to a macro that asserts itself powerfully in vain. A macro who keeps making statements to chase him there.

"If we were to talk about ecosystems in the first place, the Hunter Tree would still be man-eaters. Obviously alien species. At that point in time, the ecosystem around here is crazy."

"... that may be..."

I subtly agree with Spring Vegetables, which shows that I don't blame them. But I don't know what else to do. Plants, especially spreading grass, often come back to life lightly when the roots remain at all. It's hard to say how effective it is to remove dirt.

"I'm not convinced, but even if I stick to it, I'm not going to let it go. I know how to use grass for grass, but what kind of grass do you use?

"I'm going to make that."

"We're going to. I mean, what are you making?

"Alchemy and agricultural know-how combine to create one or two species at your leisure."

After all, they can't escape this pattern. When you say you're in an elf, it's the same thing you always do in the end.

"However, even if I make excerpts from fostering cultivation and other moves around it, I still think it will take about a week to complete, and I need to prepare a planting pot first, so in the meantime, do a lot of proper research, huh?

"Roger. Hey, is it time to do it?

Spring vegetables back to the kitchen, responding to Hon's words of understanding. I accidentally laugh at the root vegetables that went through the fire just fine and start making chicken rice to use for omelette.

"You smell like that."

"I'm here to prepare lunch, but it sounds like you were a little late"

Finished and served, Arcem and Chet face off with a pile of ingredients around.

"You don't have to worry so much about this rice thing. There are plenty of ingredients, and some excellent cooks."

"Sure, Mr. Harna, Mr. Hiroshi, and Mr. Mio are good cooks,"

"From the sagging of artisans."

Elves turn their gaze very suspiciously on that kind of thing to a magnificent one who tells them why they would inadvertently want to ask about it for about an hour. Normally, artisans can't always cook, but Fairy Tail Chronicle artisan players all have at least fifty proficiencies. The word "smudge" is not a lie either.

It should also be noted that why does Alchem know that Honda can also cook because he was helping cook at breakfast. Because of this, the small bowl is for spring vegetables, and the miso juice is for Mio. It was the master who made the egg roll that was served to the govejones and dried food.

"So, what is it?

"Omelette, it's my country's food."

In the words of spring vegetables, the two elves look rarely at shiitake and culinary dishes. Omelette, one of the most typical dishes of Western cuisine. The truth is, it originated in Japan. Naturally if you think about it, there are not so many rice dishes present in the food culture of those in Europe who are the basis of Western food. Besides, it is mostly Japanese who demonize dishes from other countries in this way.

It should be noted that the omelet rice made this time by spring vegetables is not of the type to be cut with a knife with a fluffy omelet on top of the rice, but of a kind that can also be considered the origin of the commonly made omelet rice in the general household, where chicken rice is twirled with thinly roasted eggs. For spring vegetables, if you are cooking Japanese food here, you tend to prefer rustic flavors made in your home to sophisticated styles like those served in the store.

"If it's not already lunch, I'll get you both a minute?

"It's a very fascinating word, but unfortunately I've already done it..."

"If this is just unusual and seems to come out, I should have been more patient."

"Right..."

Two elves that feel soggy somewhere. The fact that the pointy ears are subtly lowered further reinforces that impression.

"If it was, I'd teach you how to make it?

"Is it true!?

"Can you make it with what you can get in here?!?

"It's okay. Ketchup is in charge of you or Mio, not me..."

"With soy sauce, I'll teach you how to make it. I mean, unlike soy sauce, there are similar seasonings in this village, so I don't think it's that hard."

To the words of the Machete, Alchem and Chet that make his face shine at the same time. Even the elves seem helpless before their appetite.

"In the meantime, let's eat"

"You're hungry for a simple, barren task, so if you wait any longer, you'll get busted."

"I'm sorry, but they call me back."

That's what I said, Honda, who pounds her tongue on Omelette in front of the elves. The two elves stare at the look of it with a real resentment. Even if I say I don't feel hungry, when I see that I'm eating something rare, it's still what people say I want to eat.

"Alchem. Hey, I thought you should have made a serving and rubbed half of it?

"I just thought now too..."

Such regret is also a later festival. Alchem, who later taught spring vegetables how to make it at dinner, succeeded in taking revenge at lunch and showing it to other elves.