Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Copy that. More freaks. This one, too, is in the middle of an operation. By the way, can we do a mock fight with the Egg Squad and the Hellenonian Temple Squad? The place is at Regra God's Training Ground '

Looking at the reply to the spell of Message (Message) sent to Larsia, Yut took it to the couch to contemplate and put his hand on his chin.

There is a limit of up to 140 characters in this spell, but less than half in this content. So I guess I'm deliberately laying low.

Why a mock fight at this time?

(To confirm, cut the schedule and go back to Falve once?

The idea was fogged before it came out in my mouth.

If you do that, it's like saying there's something. I don't know if the Beasts will feel it, but I've never acted cautiously.

"What happened?

To the silent yuut, Akane, who sat almost closely asks modestly.

Now she was wearing the same dress with many traditional designs as she had attended Eudit's Tea Party. Deep blue accentuates the gorgeous beauty of the acorn.

"Larsia seems to be thinking a lot."

Instead of such a sentiment for her outfit, she caught up with the contents of the Message.

As I told Larsia earlier from here, I have finished my errands in Folio-Farina and my roots in the Wang capital, and I am visiting the mansion of the baron of gastronomy.

Now, in that modest room, alone with Acorn.

Room conditioning is qualitative, but hospitality tea and tea treats are of high grade. It's a sudden visit, but it definitely seems welcome.

"A lot, specifically?

"That's it. But you're probably setting a trap."

"Didn't Larsia have something to think about, too?

"What do you mean?

Yut was unexpectedly questioning his childhood friend, who nodded with a translational face.

"Uh-huh."

Should I say it, or not?

It bothered me, but that wasn't about that long.

"Before, a brave man was kissed by Verga and slept, wasn't he?

"When they say that, you sound like a fairy tale. But that's it?

"At that time, there's something wrong with everyone's movements. In football, it's like the command tower's not here?

"So it's not revenge, but you're gonna do something about it without me"

In the first place, the current trend barely places the command tower itself - it doesn't say anything extra, like that, but swallows what Akane tries to say.

I guess that's something to welcome.

"But you're restless because you feel like you're being hubbed..."

"How close are we..."

When I was slightly pulled, I was kind of embarrassed.

mouth another thing I have noticed so as to mislead it.

"If that's true, then the existence of Zhuyin has nothing to do with my being kicked out of Falv."

"Ugh."

You must have remembered the tragedy then - I think so myself - with the face of a thin makeup acorn stained with shame.

Behaviourally suspicious, turn right, look left and cough one up.

"Sometimes you wanted to be sweet."

And calmly - or reopen - I said so.

"I don't want to blame you for anything."

"That's good. I don't think I woke up with a new hobby in Val's honeymoon."

"Since when did you originally think I wasn't s?

"What... what...?

Such a conversation where there is no other love that only these two can do in the Brewers. That's asexually happy, laughing together.

Unexpectedly, Acorn tried to snap Yut's cheek and reflexively tried to disturb it, intertwining the visitors' fingers.

Such a childlike twitch lasts for a few minutes, and Yut speaks to his fiancée's girl as a childhood friend with a serious look.

"I'm glad you're paying attention, but I don't think Val would be happy either if I didn't hesitate."

"Right."

They smiled gently at each other, their lips overlapping - on the brink of it, the sound of a knock echoed.

"Go ahead."

There are no earlier remnants of Yut's expressions that responded quickly. The same goes for Acorn, who perfectly corrected his residence.

Even a good butler who came in between refrains doesn't seem to notice anything.

"Thank you for waiting. I will lead you to our Lord."

"Say hello."

Stand up responding with care not to be transgressive.

Yut is a guardian lord, roughly equal to the baron. In the meantime, he is the housekeeper of the Marquis Istus family, so he is treated as superior to Baron Anson.

That's why we don't have a taste for prestige.

Escorting acorns in blue dresses, it was the dining room that got there.

"Welcome to my home. You are most welcome."

On a big, round face, a thick neck to support it. And a torso that doubts proximity. That's the whole picture of the baron of gastronomy.

Next, the wife of the baron of gastronomy, his eldest son and spouse, are introduced in turn. Skinny, except for our Lord, was oddly impressive.

"Baron Anson, forgive my sudden visit"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

"Thank you. And this is my fiancée, Akane Miki."

"Whoa. Goddess, I'm so honored to see you again."

Kneel to the acorn and start praying. It may be human virtue that makes you feel strange and loving.

"Ah, yes. Hi, it's been a while."

When we first met, we were pulling everything we could.

Compared to that, I'm making as much progress as I can get a loving laugh.

Nevertheless, we can't even leave it alone.

"Today, I asked for a favor."

"Oh, oh. Right. But I want you to eat first."

"Pleasure."

Thanks to Yut getting in between, dinner begins.

"It may not be enough for both of you, but I hope you enjoy building your minds."

Clean tablecloths, polished dishes.

And the dishes that are brought in one after the other - the salad of warm vegetables and steamed chickens boiled with root vegetables and broccoli, the roasting of several kinds of zivier and the stewing of wine from river fish - are of a high level at a glance.

"Whoa, this is"

Yut, mouthful of wine from an aperitif, accidentally raised his voice.

"Do you understand?"

"Elven Wine, isn't it? It's pretty old, too."

It doesn't go as far as to describe a specific region, but both incense and deep richness are out of step with normal objects. Tastes second only to what was produced in the feast Divine Feast.

"Because it's a friend's favorite"

"Your friend has a good hobby."

My friend is a meadow species (Magner)... I don't even need to tell you that.

"A wine reputation is like a nobleman."

"Zhu Yin, too."

"I don't want to hear the truth."

Yes, in response to Yut's counterattack, the visitor girl reached for a broken roast. It's good to be able to eat what you want appropriately because it comes out at once, not course dishes.

"This is quite..."

I guess it's a better way to handle it down there.

Full of wildness and strong flavor, but never uncomfortable. On the contrary, it seems as if they are reminded that this is what meat is supposed to taste like.

It has no flavor and has a firm flavor.

"Oh, my God, not yet."

I just have an advantage in knowledge and rarity. Again, when it comes to cooking, it's no match for a real job.

"And the sauce... Oh, maybe."

"You've been noticed!

A gastronomic baron who found himself aiming at acorns that changed his complexion - no, I must have been paying attention from the start. Hidden flavors, whether or not you notice.

"For the sauce, you're using soy sauce, right?

"Exactly, exactly"

"I was really surprised by that black seasoning."

"Yes, it's very different than without."

Next to the admiration of the women of the Baron Anson family, he was still in his 20s and the son of the gastronomic baron also nodded silently.

Apparently, everyone has one word in their food.

(Let's leave it all to the acorns to talk about cooking)

Yut is so determined.

And the dinner party went according to that thought.

"So here's what I asked you about today..."

In anticipation of the time when the meal had gone through a paragraph, he cut to the point to the gastronomic baron, who seemed to have grown up once and for all.

In advance, I have given you a letter of introduction from Dean Mel.

For the use of sacred soil, you should know what it means to send people familiar with agriculture to the Marquis of Istas.

"It's been 200 years since our first generation, and we've been corrupt about improving the diet of our people."

The baron of gastronomy speaks out as he wipes his mouth with a napkin.

Though seemingly irrelevant, both Yut and Akane, who had previously held his stomach in agony, were magically heard.

"That and this, believe that food is the source of life that makes the body and nurtures the spirit. I am convinced that food is the joy of life. And it's also our secret pride that we've never starved our people in 200 years."

Naturally as a lord, he added, the gastronomic baron cut the word once.

It seems slightly exaggerated, but I have no objection to that creed. As the same ruler, you should apprentice.

"This time, by the grace of the gods, we see nothing more than a good opportunity to spread this thought throughout the kingdom. Always send a good selection."

"Thank you. Again, because it seems difficult not to be an expert. Oh, my God, that helps."

When he heard the words, Yut exhaled relieved that it was worth asking Dean Mel.

So, I guess.

You know, I even talked about the extras.

"Whatever, when used poorly, it grows too fast, to the point that it withers away"

"Noooooo!

Shouts with lots of doings and obstructions. The gastronomic baron who emitted it rose up in momentum.

The Great Mage, who encounters numerous monsters, defeats even the sub-gods and demigods, and even retreats from the spiral of despair (Leliulia), rounds his eyes.

"Well, how long has it been?

"Depending on the conditions, is normal wheat enough to bear fruit in a month?"

"Noooooo!

Shouts with lots of doings and obstructions. The gastronomic baron who emitted it came running to momentum.

"So, aren't you all you can do about varietal improvements and more!

"Oh, oh...... Sure, when they say so."

Until now, the idea has not been at all.

It may be because I assumed that breed improvement would be done in a place like a laboratory.

"By the way, do you have any crops or anything left that have ever been experimented on there?

"Oh well...... Just in case, in a preservation bottle..."

After I said it, I didn't think this was a good idea, but it's too late.

"Save the bottle? I wonder what that is."

If that giant forced me, I had no choice but to talk washingly.

"Oh my God, oh my God..."

Hearing about the function of the preservation bottle - if it is about a year, it can be preserved without rotting the food - like a priest convinced of God's reality, a gastronomic baron who kneels and trembles with emotion.

(No, God exists)

Nor is Yut calm. Acorns, too, won't change that much.

"Brent!"

"Ha, Father"

When I recover from oblivion, I call my son's name sharply.

"Baron Anson's housekeeper came from this moment on. More encouragement but better"

It was also a declaration by the baron of gastronomy himself that he would go to the Marquis of Istas.

That's right. That's what I'm talking about.

"Yes, sir."

- Before that, an agreement was exchanged between the parties.

"But the title of the baron of gastronomy is not conceded. Take it from my father."

"Ha, not necessarily"

Will this also be an inspiring goodbye for parents and children......?

(Did the baron of gastronomy call himself...)

But Yut, who was present, was thinking something completely different.

And that's the same for acorns.

But make that one point, I can't say I'm the two I feel comfortable with.

Because if you were here, you would have had the same sentiment as whoever it was.