I'm the White Pig Nobleman, but With the Memories of My Previous Life, I'll Raise My Littl

Okay, well, Maria's case apparently settled well, and in a good mood, she went home.

When I greeted Mr. Viktor again for his visit and then gave him the souvenir 'Cold/Stock Steamed Eggs', he seemed wonderfully pleased, at the living room table for tea time.

With a smile and a very good mood, Mr. Viktor asks Dr. Romanov.

"Ah, think about your lessons properly. Maybe two months from now."

"Right, I'll tell Mr. Rottenmeyer that when I get home"

"Uh... can you give me a lesson?

Wow, it would be amazing if you could give a lesson to court musicians.

But I don't know what to do with your monthly thanks or transportation.

If I had an embroidered handkerchief at Mr. Laurent's, I wonder if I could earn that amount.

I could see my eyebrows going down to the eight letters, but Mr. Viktor, who was sitting between those eyebrows opposite me, rubs them with his fingers.

"You don't have to worry about your monthly gratitude or transportation."

"Uh, no, but..."

"It's okay, Mr. Phoenix. Vicha has more to offer you than financial consideration."

"What do you want, is it?

I don't know, what I have. Only embroidered arms, horticultural arms.

Leaning his neck, he raised the edge of his mouth with Kufu and Mr. Viktor.

"Ah-tan wants me to wake up and play a song from the other world taught to me by the princess. Can't you?

"Put songs from different worlds on the score......!?

"Yeah. It's from another world you sang to me earlier, isn't it? I remember that properly, too, so I can play it if I want to. But this is a song the princess taught you, isn't it? Then I can't play it on my own, and I can't even wake it up to the score. That's why I need your permission."

He's a boat for nothing, right?

A princess would surely wave a fan called "Sick."

Mr. Viktor nods happily when he promises to get permission.

I don't know what to say, only Dr. Romanoff and Mr. Viktor know, but I wonder if the elves are all friendly?

When I asked, they looked at each other and shook their heads beside each other at the same time.

"Alyosha and I are strangers in the elves."

"Yeah, well, there's one more, and they said," Three morons, negative morons. "

"Uh... I see, that means you shouldn't expect too much"

"That's what I mean"

Well, even humans are born with different skin colors, so I guess humans and other races have more. I've never been over it to get along, but it's not a good push.

Mr. Viktor stood up after a cup as he drank the tea he had blurted out.

"Well, then, shall we go?

"Right, thank you"

I wonder what.

Looking at the two of them, "Phew," Mr. Viktor laughs.

"I'm here in the corner empire, so you should take a look. You got to meet the singer of the Empire early."

"So, Vicha will show you around."

"Really? Thank you!

Wow, this is your first time out of the house and Kikunai.

When I'm ravenous, Dr. Romanov is holding hands.

"There are quite a few more people in Teito than Kikunai, and there are plenty of roads, so if you don't hold hands, the little ones will soon fall off."

"Well, I see a lot of kids who are lost and crying."

"Oh, that's tough"

When I hold the teacher's hand softly, Mr. Viktor takes the other side.

The adult hand I know, I think, is the teacher's hand or Mr. Rottenmeyer's, and then the hand of one working in the mansion, all of them one working hand.

Mr. Viktor's hands are soft and supple, and I kind of feel like your hands, Leggles.

Maybe he takes care of it because he plays the piano.

If you are taken out of a wide door, a cobblestone path appears.

The Empire has a unique atmosphere in the streets, with East and West cultures intersecting.

I wondered if there was a building like a mosque, between western architecture like the Deer Naruto Hall, buildings that would even want to be named after martial arts mansions and townhouses, with paved cobblestones passing by, like people, horses, carriages, and luggage loaded rearers.

To the left and right of the boulevard, there are not only shops, but also stalls.

It is busy selling vegetables, meat and fish as well as cloths, beads and flowers.

"My house is on the open streets of Marche, and it's busy inside."

"Oh, Marche is the market."

"Market......!!

Everything looked wrapped in extreme colors and sparkled.

One of the stores who calls in and one who shops with a cage in his hand all enjoy an expressive and outright exchange.

Looking around at the outdoor store looking at it, I've accidentally never in this life, but I smell it many times in the previous world.

It's exciting, but appetizing. I can't help but miss it a long way.

The cages arranged at the store include a host of seeds shaped like leaves and rugby balls, mixed with it, even depressed with cinnamon and ginger!

"There are so many spices!

"Oh, that's unusual"

"You've been watching this place lately."

If you pull two hands and run over to the dewstore, your shallow, dark-skinned uncle laughs nicely.

"Spice, lots of alyo! Cinnamon, horse celery (cumin), koko (clove) with tulips (turmeric), small saffron (cardamom), laurel (laurier), chili (chili) with saffron (saffron), ginger (ginger), octagonal (star anise), meat (nutmeg), and other nemo colors!

It was here, but it's not the centenary, but I don't know when I'll be touring with Spice next.

Hurry up and open the waist pouch and I'll give my uncle the farewell Mr. Laurent gave me.

"All the way, you can just buy it with the money that's in here!

"Aiyo! Lots of buy tech letakara, omakeshitheokuyo!

Peeping inside, his uncle packs the spice in a bag with a hock-face. What a vanilla bean it was that made me look like an omelet.

Vanilla beans are so expensive!

I've packed quite a bit, but when I put one in my waist pouch at a time, I say thank you. Then my uncle showed me a stringed tree bill.

"The eagle, sometimes the imperial ni merchant ni come ruyo. Fong Chean, Goh Yo Ro Sikunai. Odishano name, jamil word imas. Merchant Guildoni In Tterkara, Guild Decono Wooden Plaque Misetara Straight Guni Contact Tsukuyo"

"Oh, thank you!

He put the wooden plaque he showed me on a bag of vanilla beans and gave it to me too.

If I don't, I'll thank Mr. Viktor and Dr. Romanov and leave the store.

When I say this, Dr. Romanov makes me like it, and I don't try to force myself to ask why. Don't tell me anything about it, Mr. Viktor.

So stop around with less crowds.

"Dr. Romanov, we might be able to use this spice to make a specialty for Kikunai"

"A specialty, is it?

"Yes, I say curry rice, have you heard of it? I cook vegetables and meat in spiced broth and eat it over rice."

"Is there such a dish...?

"I've been on a journey a lot, and I've been to the real spices, but I've never heard of that kind of food."

Then maybe you can count on it.

Most importantly, I want curry!

Dr Romanov laughed a little bitterly at me for consolidating his fist grip.