Mr. Nobu's Otherworld Chronicles

"Summer festival!

Mr. Futuno snorted when he rushed into the room.

As far as I'm concerned, I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Even Mr. Sefi, who was working on the potion together, is similar.

"Is that it? Knob, I'm sorry about Nori. I'm not ready for the upcoming summer festival in a month. Yeah?

"What? Is there such a thing? No, I didn't hear anything at all."

"Speaking of which, it's already that time of year. It's too early. Wow."

"Sefi, it's too early to say" kick "...... nothing. What are you doing at the Japanese-style store?

Hmm, because what you're dealing with isn't for opening a store. Besides, I don't know what kind of stores have been opened in the past, so I just want data on what kind of products I can sell.

"What kind of stores do you usually open?

"Hey, I wonder if Maniwa's place was by the muscle oil last year. I used to sell barbecued wheat noodles with muscles."

"You did it. And then there's the food stalls, of course, the early craftsmen who improvise and make wood-carved statues, the rope premature competition and muscle bragging competitions."

"It was. Hey, I remember you and your master and Maniwa and Maw hanging out and competing. Wow. Speaking of which, the top line is all about us."

Master, what are you doing? If we're going to leave the stall without asking why there's a bodybuilding tournament at the summer festival, we'd better have something else. I made a profit on the corner.

Mm-hmm. Speaking of which, it's ice and precious. Then maybe if you put out some pretty shaved ice in the sorbet, you could sell it? If me or Mr. Sefi makes ice, we can cover the cost of raw materials pretty much for free.

"Is there anything in the stalls last year that was selling cold stuff?

"... about fruit water and alcohol. The food wasn't cold either."

Ugh, I'm surprised. Mitama, when did you get here?

"Oh, come on, Mita, too. Mr. Knob, Mittama's information is correct. You've achieved the full domination of the stall."

Mr. Futuno proudly breasts as he strokes Mittama's head. Mmm, teasing. No, you'll be convinced if it's not Mita.

"Then if I made stick ice cream and shake ice in the street that I made during this time, wouldn't I be able to sell it? If it's me or Mr. Sephi, it's free, and it's hot, so I think I can sell it to fly."

"… Agreed. I think it would be great on a hot day."

"Seya. We have velcro backpacks, so it's easy to store them."

"Hmm, if you're surrounded by ice, it's not even hot out there. I hope so."

It was about time it was decided like that.

"Hear it's a festival!! I don't want you to be a concubine!

Burn and open the door for Mr. Kagra's appearance. Speaking of which, have you been worried that the shadow has been thin lately or not?

"Let's not just stall. At the end of the day, the temple shrines bump into each other and attach their flags to each other." It's a temple. We all have gathering polories. "

What's the name of the competition you're going to be playing that night on the 8: 00 table! There's polories, too! It's a joke, a joke. But when I think about it, I feel like all the men are in charge of divinity.

"That one. But every time in the last few years, one of the Arlen Temple wins, right? I can't deny how racy it feels when the sheriff comes out."

"I wonder if it was Chief Avesan. Certainly not since he came out. But, Hore, this year, there is not a Lord's Apostle, the Messenger of the Rebelite God, so can we expect a great hole? If you were an apostle, you wouldn't be complaining about riding a god, would you?

Kirari, Mr. Futuno and Mr. Sefi's eyes glow.

"Hmm, then buying a little bit of the Temple of Levelit is hilarious."

"Hey, there's a little blood noise. Wow. I'm excited to buy it."

I can't read the situation... The three drunkards with a rough nose create an atmosphere like an adult's epitome.

"Do you have a minute? I don't know what's going on, but do you want to bet on that competition?

"Oh, Lord, this is my first time. Explain it in detail..."

The contents of the competition described by Mr. Kagra are as follows:

· A representative selected from each temple rides on top of the temple and takes the flag raised on the temple of the other temple.

-The bearer of the divine shrine has a capacity of up to twenty men and women.

-The bearer is prohibited from weapons and magic. Only delegates riding above the divine shrine can be fully armed.

· The temple with the most flags will be the winner when all flags are collected or the end time has come.

· Disqualified at the time of taking the flag or putting the divine shrine on the soil.

· Not only do we enjoy watching it again, but the temple Totocarcho is also held simultaneously under the auspices of the city.

Somehow it started to seem like a massive horseback riding battle.

"By the way, how's the Temple of Levelit doing?

If you ask that, they are all out of sight and laughing bitterly.

"... Retirement in the first five minutes is the result of the last few years, right?

Oh, my god. But it feels like it too. Do you want to talk to Bell about this for now?

"Shall we do something about the stall first? Is it okay for a commercial guild to file an application?

"Right. Me and Futsuno are coming that way. Wow."

"Please. You build your own stalls?

"It is. My concubine has also helped in acquaintances, but we have built our own stalls since they were assigned places. I remember the size and everything."

"Then Mitama and Mr. Kagra ask for arrangements for the timber. I'll look at the syrup and the ingredients. And then I'm going to talk to Bell."

"... leave it to me"

That's why I came to 'Yao Eight' to select ingredients. I wonder what I'd like to end up with.

"Hey, there you are. Oh, Knobsada. What can I get you today?

"Kuma Hatsu-han. I wonder what seasonal fruit is now?

"I don't know. Apricot with figs, kiwi with sacrambo. And then there's the pineapple and the mango and the melon. It's delicious, too."

"Well, it's certainly a good granulation. Then I'll buy one basket at a time. And three bags of sugar."

"Every time! Still a good buy. Besides, it's a little late, but I'm gonna put this on."

"Oh, thank you. Well, here's the deal."

"Hino, Funo, Mito, every time. Again, please."

"Aiyi"

A good amount, but I can think of various uses for making it syrup, mixing it in a stick ice cream, and freezing it as it is. I'm afraid we're all going to be eaten during the prototype......

"Hey. Is Belle here?

Feel free to speak up and enter the recently repaired Temple of Levelit.

Shun to where I wasn't wary at all. Something small has been tackling my lower abdomen.

"Ngofu."

I've managed to put up with where I want to punch around with a strong head-bad about it. Sole sues me in tears.

"No-buzadazan. Please help me -"

Are you Nootaku or Belle...

In the meantime, he manages to forgive the bell and let it go. And I let him explain the situation where he calmed down.

I had a general expectation, but it was an example of "It's a temple, we all have gathering polories". In fact, the shrine of the Temple of Levelit was attacked by the Temple of Arlen during last year's competition and was left alone because there was no money to repair it. I remembered that a month ago at this time and wondered what was wrong with me. Oh, boy.

"Well, let the gods be made from now on. Belle, have you decided with the personnel responsible for that and who will be riding on top?

"Well, that's the thing..."

Yeah, it wasn't decided at all.

They managed to get about six of the Levellit followers to take charge of the shrine last year. That was also something that could have been done because of the extremely small size divine shrine due to lack of funds and the bell on top, which no longer seemed to be just for participation. I think I've had it a lot for the first five minutes, really.

"The gods... let's do something about it. However, the cost of the materials should be paid in installments. And who cares about the rider and the bearer?

"Ugh, that helps. There should be no particular restrictions on the bearer. However, the rider must be a believer or a cleric because he will represent the temple."

"So I'm riding, right? And you don't mind if I gather the men in charge?

"Yes, yes. I'd rather wish or fulfill it. Last year, the clergyman of the Temple of Arlen pressed me into a terrible situation. That's how the gods break."

Then why don't we cover the race and draw the big hole? Hey, the festival man's blood is making a scene.