Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Come on, let's eat first. This makes me proud, but my cook is quite good at it."

At the same time that Lucatius proclaimed so, the plates were carried.

At that time, the meals and banquets were placed simultaneously on the tabletop with the sumptuous dishes served on a large plate, and the format in which each separated them prevailed, but then the dishes cooled down.

Lucatius had the cooks practicing a form of course cuisine called the Latter-day World, where they were allowed to bring hot (and, in some cases, often cold) dishes for each dish.

An episode was accompanied by an episode from his mouth that this was the end of his wife's distress at her own vice of starting reading during a meal.

Lucatius is currently single.

Married four times, but the second one is isolated on political issues, all else preceded by his wife.

The relationship seemed to be affectionate or considerable, but not a single story floated on Lucatius.

He was also an understated but devoted lover to his wives, and the fact is that his estranged second wife cried to Lucatius when she was pulled back after a few years of political marriage.

I don't want to leave.

I guess he was a man who would love the way he attracted them, raised them rather than captivated them.

However, even though it was a separation from the woman I loved, this episode also tells the story of not being the kind of person who, by power and military power, would try to resist that irrationality.

The two names of the literary emperor also included this kind of "yayu".

"You must have been surprised. I beg your pardon for the unlawful invitation."

Lucatius said in one line while the food was being brought.

The words are directed to Burton, who sits next to him.

Is it because the wine poured is dark amber, aged in pine barrels?

It has a distinctive finish with a rich aroma of pine fat.

It is rare to use a barrel of Yani's tough pine.

It's the first thing we don't see in the Western world.

Here, there is no other proof left that Heliatium is at the doorstep of the Eastern world.

Different things are so different from the Western world.

Barton questioned the emperor of a country built in the narrow between its east and west.

"Surprise, in many ways, right? Like this wine, for example. Your Majesty, what happened to my friend Pedro?

"Exactly, in many ways, is. Bantline. Please call me Luca. That's what everyone close to do. And Mr. Pedro, abruptly, resigned his seat. You're all getting dressed. It's for the fire."

"I see, what is the requirement enough to turn down the feast seat of His Majesty the Emperor? That's the only thing. Okay, Luca. Did you name me Burton, too?"

"The profession of emperor is one that does not work unless circumstances dictate it. Especially when that depository nation is already doomed to an inevitable sunset."

Everyone in the seat as well as Burton breathed into Luca's words, which boldly affirmed the fate of his own nation.

Because Luca even admitted it in the dark.

Burton, I've been trying to figure out the facts.

Precisely enough to anticipate its arrival.

"Regardless of the fate of the Empire, it's about you who are so bold and clear in your analysis, don't you already have the degree of information we have?

Bad, Barton cut in.

If we're going to fix what we said on the battlefield, we dared to make it.

"Or maybe it is. However, there is information that you will never have access to no matter how well it becomes known."

"Well, what's that?

"It's the heart, the human heart. Thoughts. That Makes the Future"

This man, Barton was convinced.

This man knows who we are.

I knew and invited him here.

And I'm not even trying to hide that.

The Burtons aren't the only ones here.

Menace and Violeta, there are also two Esperalgo.

Even if they are only the end for Esperalgo, there is no way this sage knows what it means to expose the intelligence capabilities of the state.

Burton was strongly aware that each other's lives were already listed as a stake in the talks.

That's why I said flat out.

In the past, it was Burton's nature to calm down the higher the stakes, starting from the time when he was in business as a Deacon of the Balaje family.

"So you want to hear our thoughts (...)? Not a world-class topic."

"If you say a lot of obnoxious things, yes. Oh, this oyster is quite something. Marinated with wine while fresh, then smoked and paired with a small sausage. I've missed the time of year."

Luca said as she showed the appetizer.

Get your own hands on it.

Yeah, yum.

Feel it.

It was Menace and Violeta, Norman, and Iris who followed the Emperor.

Burton, out of his vigilance and interest in conversation, Trao and Serra are under barometric pressure, each not yet on their hands.

"We are travelers. There's only one thing a merchant would do, and it's pretty much business."

"So you were here from Catel Island. I'm curious, my friend: from Pedro. He said he was a great winemaker and a winemaker who traded it."

The item you delivered will be delivered later, and we will serve it.

For the most part, it would be nice to let them sleep for a month or so... because the wine I've traveled with is tired.

That's what Luca said and smiled.

It didn't feel like showing off my knowledge.

Pay tribute from the bottom of your heart to the existence of a wine whose bloody endeavors are linked to the knowledge of mankind and the wonders of nature.

Luca's heart was hard to see from there.

Barton had remembered Luca's side, the emperor of the stranger who groomed horticulture, farming, and even processing their harvest.

Yes, this emperor is also interested in brewing and brews his own wine.

And it was the mansion that made up the wine collection - now the mansion where the Burtons surrounded the table.

The second glass of wine was different from the previous one.

"Dear Luca, maybe this wine..."

"Have you noticed… however, by my hand. Have you slept with this for twenty years?"

twenty years, Burton peeled his eyes at the unit that

I rarely encounter wines that withstand that long aging.

The technique of long-term preservation and long-term aging, along with distillers, is a secret technique that is rarely widespread in general.

I rarely see clear, transparent wines either.

Clear (at best) techniques that give transparency to wine were the secret during the monastery's doorstep, or the secrets of the winemakers.

It was regarded as a special quality, prepared only for the noble wines that are rare in national courts.

"I see, this is... delicious."

Burton had been vigilant until then and just kept his lips wet, which included it again.

On the troll palate, the long tail pulling finish, the cask aroma is unique, but not rough enough to stick around thanks to the long maturation period.

Somewhere distressing, and characteristic citrus flavors.

Of course, I haven't added any citrus fruit or anything.

It was a kind of magic where grapes, yeast, and barrels and time weave together.

The mainstream of this era was white wine, but this shines golden.

"Isn't this so good?

Violeta splashed her legs in the praise that Menace leaked.

Because I could hear the whole thing in a quiet guest room.

There was something wrong with Menace trying to protect the glass of wine even though she was hit by a blow to the snake, and Violeta blushing and skewing away from her face for attracting attention, and we all laughed more and more.

That relaxed the stiff spot at once.

"Here you go."

Burton urged Trao.

Let me study, that means.

"What... this"

Until then, Trao, swallowed by the atmosphere of the field and unable to move slightly, turned his eyes round and said the moment he put his face close to the glass.

"Wow, this"

Honest youthfulness reacted to the golden glow emitted by that white wine, which was so transparent that the bottom of the glass could be seen, and to the aroma of gravity that it grabbed and dragged into the chest.

I guess, Barton nodded, and Luca snorted out of companionship.

"You have a good sensitivity. It's a must for anything that deals with wine. But, Trao, what your father brewed is the same or more beautiful."

Sweet grapes produce strong wines.

Until this day and age, why that is, it has not yet been figured out.

But that knowledge, which comes from the rules of thumb, is not wrong.

Alcohol is brewed by consuming sugar.

In other words, the higher the degree and the stronger the booze, the less sweetness is lost from the wine.

Therefore, in order to produce wines that combine more than a certain amount of sweetness and degrees without supplementary sugar (dosage) and the like, the grapes at their root require a sugar content that is uninterrupted.

Watery is a great enemy.

Even immature, of course not.

If I don't have enough acid, I can make something that's just sweet.

More importantly, the taste of the earth (terroir) cannot be ignored.

We must break through a number of distracting conditions in order to produce excellent wines.

"You will be merchanted beyond this vibronze wine."

Where are you headed?

Luca turned her friendly grin, mostly toward Trao, not Burton.

"I'm thinking about going for the trantrim for a moment, Your Majesty."

Correct the spine, Trao said.

Your Majesty, what I have followed is a learniness in the knighthood that has been tapped in.

"I see... so you said it would go further north. That sweet, drinkable gemstone of wine in a snow-closed land would indeed be another drag. We all wish for a strong spring, trying to deliver wine for that time of year. This, I see, is well thought out… Then, dear Trao, could Your Majesty forgive me?"

"Shit, I did."

"It's not rude or anything. Adequately you are polite. This is this old bone selfishness."

Please, and her soft eyes were smiling behind her deep wrinkles.

"Yes, Your Majesty"

Trao responded with a hard voice.

I haven't got the honor.

Face-to-face, Serra sitting next to Burton blows out unexpectedly.

Also, the place was filled with laughter.

Trao blushed and leaned down.

said as Iris put his hand on a clench placed on his lap.

"Don't be ashamed. That's how I like you."

Faced up to the confession of straightforward love, Trao looked at Iris.

I knew it, that this was an act.

But I can't stop the squealing chest.

My mind, my body, reacts to the smile and words of Ilis, as beautiful as they have come out of paintings and stories.

If it hadn't been for the gaze that included a viscous aura of anger from across the shore, I'd have taken my lips off like this.

Of course, the Lord of the gaze is Selah.

"You're jealous."

Menace softened all the time, and the place soothed three times.

"No, Burton, your son is really polite. Table manners are perfect, and I don't want to thank the superiors. That's not all. The ladies went to the hall, from dress to courtesy. This is not something you can do with a baking blade. It's something you won't get unless you repeat your training. Did they have some experience somewhere that would lead to court manipulation? Is this Burton, your home education?

"The business pattern of wine merchants, may be seen by noble people or invited to a meeting place. For that matter, for shame's sake, and for disrespect's sake, you will also shame the Lord of the inviting house."

"I see. That's a lot of work."

Soft tone, seemingly a gentle topic, Barton cut back recognizing that this was a really tough point.

"I'm sorry, I've got a bad maneuver following me."

Hilarious, Menace shows off.

It seemed to Burton that for some reason this man was trying to distract me from the spear.

"No, Captain Menace, yours is also so disintegrated that it does not seem so at first sight, but underlying its behavior, sophisticated fundamentals are firmly passed through as bones"

"Well, in his capacity as captain, he saw things with noble people."

Luca's smile captured Menace's eyes as she tried to repeat Burton's mouth intact.

Was it a mockery? That's what I heard.

"Ah, boy, apparently the emperor has a hectic lie."

He threw out the cutlery for the appetizer and Menace turned back to Luca.

"I understand. Let's talk about this menace, our secret, our belly cracking."

Somehow it became a legalistic tone, Menace said.

"At first, this Menace, the king of the diaspora, who perished in the great upheaval of the past, is his wrath."

The venue quieted down on the confession.

Only one, Violeta, who is Menace's companion, is silently eating an appetizer, looking "again".

The soggy air dominated the field for a few seconds.

Honey, I don't know if it was Norman who coughed it up, Burton, or Luca's.

"But no matter how profitable your eyes as a merchant are, I didn't expect you to go for a trantrim at this time"

Pointing to rising East-West tensions caused by reports of crusade activation, Luca said.

Looks like Menace's confession was processed as a joke.

"It is also business to dive through the harsh, other people's asses. That's how I made my fortune."

I want to beat the crap out of my last son.

Burton's line, which theorizes so forcefully, is not so strange at first.

The oldest son is still the most privileged in his parents' inheritance.

If the land is too dispersed, it will be finely cut and eventually cause the house to fall.

In wine farmers and elsewhere, this is already a dead and alive issue.

Something tells me that the flavour of the wine that you can produce is different from kettle to kettle.

It was such a reason, and also, it was a reality.

So the brothers below the second son must pave the way for life on their own.

Young Knight Apprentice: The role of Trao was to be the wine produced by the vineyard and brewery, which was to be co-owned by the eldest and second sons, the three sons and their families, and the four separated mother-differentiated men, who are in training to secure and expand their sales channels.

"Even if it's a little rough, it won't let him be a man in front of you."

"Now let me be the one to sell that wine."

Therefore, there is no need to travel any further, Luca said.

of breaking, and it was too sudden a declaration.

That's Burton, for a moment, too, stuck in words.

"It is impossible for me to deliberately send such a wonderful winemaker and a futuristic young man carrying his future to a dangerous place"

Luca's words, a genius winemaker himself, had weight.

"Still, we must go"

But it wasn't Burton who disputed Luca's compelling proposal.

Future youth, so named trao.

On the opposite shore, Serra, Burton is peeling.

Hugh, and it was Menace who whistled.

Norman is watching how things go silently.

However, there are no signs in his eyes that he would blame Trao for what he said or did or disbelieve.

I believe him.

"Dear Luca, I, no, have ever lived under the shelter of my brothers. My brothers treated me as a brother, as usual, without any special treatment. No, that's more than that. It was my brothers who taught me to read and write, taught me to be polite, taught me how to fight the logic of the world - Luca, you praised me for building me so far."

But Trao said.

"But I have to get out of that shelter now. As a man in public. As the husband of Illis. You have to be a man who can put the blame together. Your offer is endlessly appealing. But if you just give it to me, if I go home like that, I don't feel like I can be a man in public for another lifetime. This is something you have to grab yourself."

It was a bloody, bloody word if cut.

At this time, Trao had his days on Catel Island behind his brain.

Trao is a war orphan.

He is the son of a farmer who lost his parents in the invasion of the Osmadra Empire, many times in its history.

That was picked up by the Greater monks, who gave them a meal and a place to live, an education.

Trao volunteered for a knight apprenticeship there.

The right to appoint knights for the Knights of Catel Hospital is likewise held by Archbishop of Catel Island.

I don't make it a matter of family style, lineage, etc.

Compared to that in other countries, there was a much higher likelihood of a Syrian term.

But Trao's strong desire to become a knight was not due to his hostility and vengeance towards the Arabs.

What has moved him is a heart of reward to the Knights of Catel Hospital for kicking the enemy soldiers to save their lives, picking themselves up who were supposed to get lost on the streets as war disaster orphans, living what an unfettered life and providing them with advanced education and nurturing.

I wanted to reward it with all my heart.

Thinking of all the people who drowned their teachings on themselves, Trao said.

Of course, there were Norman, Iris, Ashley, and Serra among them.

"I see."

To Trao's words, Luca nodded deeply, saying one thing, that's all.

At some point the plates on the table are poor for the main dish.

The material is a red thunderbird.

A fellow wild bird, a bird that in Western countries is forbidden to be spoken of by anyone other than nobles.

It has an incredibly intense incense and faint bitterness, as well as rich meat, unlike birds.

It's a bird with its habitat in the cold highlands.

On Catel Island, as well as here in Heliatium, it was the first ingredient rarely seen.

"Trao, I understand your determination, that wonderful aspiration. I want to praise you honestly. But humans are only alive, are. Any fine aspiration is equal to the bread in the painting if you don't live and penetrate it to the end. If you can't penetrate it, you're dead. So this is a pretty irresponsible story. Equals a dreamer. You are still young. You must have just got your wife. You can't possibly try such recklessness."

"Still, I guess... and the trantrim is still safe. There's still a chance."

"If you insist so hard, it will only seem to me that there are some circumstances. Your, no, standing behavior is too different from that of a human being trying to jump into danger, nagging, just to prove his will. Something, yes, seems like a knight with a mission that even has to be accomplished in exchange for his life, Trao?

Trao felt as if he had been cold watered on his head, which was getting hot.

Luca, however, did not pursue Trao any further.

Conversely, he revealed his hand.

Like a knight who challenges a duel with dignity.

"Now let me tell you why I want to stop you, and why"

While cutting the red thunderbird roti on the table with an elegant hand.

"How about that. Isn't that a brilliant thing? Such red thunderbirds are, first of all, rarely available in Heliatium. No doubt because I, the emperor, say so. That reached more than ten today. I was put where I laid snow and momi leaves on the crate, and the other day. A gift from an old friend of mine."

Besides this wonderful ingredient, the friend brought valuable information.

Luca ate a slice of meat tangled in a sauce that used its broth (ju) well.

You all go ahead.

Encourage.

The third type that was opened, this was also good with red wines with some animal incense.

Some aged red wines, without fear of misunderstandings, make you feel the nuances of guts and manure somewhere.

But no one raised their voice to that mariage (* NOTE: a phenomenon where ingredients and alcohol are harmoniously enhanced) this time.

Because Luca looked over and told everyone, with that calm attitude.

"It is very difficult to say… what I am about to say is true. Honestly, I'm on my way."

And the too shocking truth spills off Luca's lips.

"The male of a small group of nations bordering our country: the trantrim has fallen into a closed corridor."