Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

It's a creative dish, tell yourself first.

Then touch the long forks, hellas, skinny knives, etc. arranged beside them with your fingers. That's all I found to be a first-class product.

The lights show a beautiful glow, and smooth cookware makes me fall in love.

Sometimes people laugh at men for cooking.

But for some reason, most people don't understand the depth and essence of the dish, which is to harness the flavour of ingredients.

Not surprisingly, he exhaled and then put his hands on creative cooking.

Chau! and make a pleasant noise and fresh venison cooks over an iron plate.

The lean thigh has less excess fat and this is what I put to bed after I sprinkled rock salt. I can tell from the fragrance that this is also meat that has taken the trouble to remove the odor, and I smile on the edge of my lips all the time before cooking.

You don't have any extra time while you make a leisurely move.

Don't panic, don't make a scene, and move accurately as a cook (chef).

Start by collecting the oil that has been overflowing separately, and cook the garlic you have been able to buy there. Enjoy the aroma that really builds your appetite, take out a few pieces of bread and let this one suck oil to draw a circle, then leave it on an iron plate.

Tons of cresons that have been picked in mushrooms, green onions and river plains.

And the butter I just bought out and all of this is such a fine piece of ingredient that it spills a laugh. So the lord of this mansion seems to have a strong focus on flavor.

Watch out for baking, sprinkle the liquor and then flambé. This way I can put the fire through the back without losing my moist tongue.

I noticed someone's gaze when I was starting to make sauces with berries and wine and butter the other day.

Being a chef, he didn't know.

That this fine butter, and the cheese placed beside it, is also actually sneaky made by the Lizardmans.

A race that got joy in making, that's the Lizardman.

Since the creation of this second hierarchy, the magic dragon has completely forgotten that it is the mission it should be, to protect the Lord.

The woman who ordered it, sitting in the seat across the street, grins and grins with her seductive red lips.

"Master Uridora, have you come to see your work?

"Um, I came to see a different face. Honorable words… Hmm, it would be better for you to be in that tone for a while."

Without a suspicious look on his face, he...... Zarish nodded.

For him, who has continued to betray me, I guess he knows that it is a strong subordination that gives reassurance to those around him.

Unlike the usual battle, I'm wearing a brand new apron now, and I'm going to give you a little wait and put my finger up before cutting up the venison I just roasted.

The blade passes smoothly through the meat just by the movement of pushing and pulling, and the berry sauce is sprinkled with a bright cresson with water droplets on the serving, dusty roasted mountain vegetables and a lot of garlic.

The chef, the maker, is also part of the cooking.

As he was so aware, Zarish did not say "eat" or anything else, but quietly began to wipe the cookware with a towel.

It is rare for anyone to care about the appearance of cooking in this world as well as in the second tier. The roasted meat shows bright red, and the fragrance tells me that it's time to eat now.

Stabbing it with a fork opened Ahem and Uridra's colorful lips.

"Shurui! Me and me!

At that time, there were more and more women sitting next to each other.

I have well burnt skin and the tip of my long ear is squeaky if I work a lot and am tired.

Uridora opened her lips again in an attempt to ignore and eat them, but if she looked like she was about to cry from right next door and there was another glittering thing floating on the edge of her lips, she would have to buffle out.

"You have no choice. Then let's give it to Eve, our lover."

"Shit! Ahhh!

Eve, the Pakung and Dark Elf tribe, cannibalizes at the stretched fork.

He didn't care how good he looked or how he behaved, and he was sending a silent compliment to the chef by letting his eyes shine "nhmm ♡".

"Ha, really, it's the opposite of water and oil. You can hang out with that a lot."

Uridra noticed when she said something like that.

The Dark Elves do not value courtesy, they lack upbringing, they are greedy. It would be a factor that would keep me away if I were you.

But it may be a fascinating reflection for the man to represent joy all over his body and look delicious while slightly dyeing his cheeks, he said.

And very dark elves drank.

"Yummy! Zarish, I've known you for a long time, but you love cooking. Hey, hey, where did you remember that?

"Oh, yeah, I've known it as knowledge for a long time, but it wasn't until I started traveling with you that I practiced it"

I get laughed at, and rarely even this emotionally scarce man laughs. It's called being laughed at, but I can't wait to be happy for him to see the look on his face.

Uridora thought in her chest that she looked good in this sense with an extra meal in front of her.

They look like water and oil, and they actually feel like they're the ones they need from each other.

So are the two of you in the other seat.

Ahead of where the Magic Dragon turned his eyes, there is a much reduced dining room.

And Doula, red-haired with her cheekstick, was staring at the footage.

He still has his eyes as a commander, though it's a good time to rest freely.

There's footage of the royals fighting at night ahead of her, and this is what Uridora is showing us specially using her technique.

And the people who haven't had enough alcohol yet, they're slowly starting to thrive.

Ooh, ooh, ooh! The expected voice echoes in the hall.

Reflected in real time, there was a herd of demons moving like circles, and the sight of the main formation splitting apart in an instant.

"Isolated! Oh, no, no, no. The Royal Regular Army! Are you all right?

That's right, it's Zella, the big boy, who's sitting back relaxed in one hand with alcohol, boned meat in one hand, and chairs for the sake of her ally, the main army, who's in a position to watch entertainment movies.

How about that attitude as a servant of the Alirai nation? Though I think so, interesting things are interesting, so I can't help it.

Now, no matter how good the regular army is in terms of collaboration, it has been pushed away by a great deal of material and shaped apart.

The enemy's aim is clear. It would be a belly that would destroy the main formation to shreds like this and root out where it broke down from behind.

The fourth tier, the giant passageway, is a place where it's easy to go, but extremely difficult to escape.

"And back to the entrance again," he said. That guy in the center is in command of the demon. So, what would you do, Doula?

"It's a shame to use Mariabelle here. I'm looking for other ways... but the easiest part is blocking the front and back with a wall."

Uh, and Zella roared as she looked up at the ceiling.

It blocks the front and rear of the aisle by means of a strong wall and shoots through it with arrows, trapped, poisoned by the magicians held by the Diamond Squad, or even installed magic that Mariabelle specializes in. It will surely be a sea of fire.

"I have no dreams. What a boring battle."

"Yeah, but it's efficient. But I never want that prince to see it."

Poly, and redhead Doula whispered as he grabbed the vinegar pickled vegetables.

The battle that I cut and threw away as that boring is about to culminate right now. Bats and blue and white thunderlights dyeing the dining room would be just like a movie development.

"Ooh, I'm out! Thunderlight Knight!

The thunderous knight (Lightning Night) used his abilities again, spitting white smoke out of his armor. It rained electric shocks on the demon opponent.

The sound of blowing up from the inside, and the way white smoke dyes the battlefield, is exactly what you would call deep justice.

But watching the massive demons rolling around as black coarse didn't change the tone of the big man so much.

"I knew you were strong... but um, you're not much different from me"

Oh, and the woman beside him rounded her red eyes.

At the same time, I think "I see," because there was backing that that all-purpose officer (agent) was greatly amplifying (boosting) his power.

Thinking about it that way, a move to mediate blood and extensively kill might not be so different from his.

I guess I was somewhat drunk.

She trusts the person she will spend the rest of her life with and puts her head on his chest as she tilts her body. And I was comfortable with him stroking his red hair.

As he gets more and more gentle, he always thinks of Doula. I've never wanted anything called a lover, but now I think I'm about to get sleepy because I just didn't know it.

It's strange because I fall in love so much and somehow I feel sorry for it.

So I said this with a mix of disgust.

"You're inferior in flashfulness and fitness. Zella's is blood-scattered and disastrous, and she can't show her kids much."

"Would it be more effective than it looks? Then we should talk about whether we should show it to our children, Doula"

Shut up for a while on the abrupt call, dyed his cheeks red, nodding like a kokun and beginner girl.

And while everyone is obsessed with the video, they tangle their arms around their nasty necks. She finally decided to take off her helmet as a commander when she was sneaky hugged like that.

It must be eye poison to anyone that her toes were pinned only once drifting through the air as they disappeared across the aisle.

The night on the second tier is lively, gorgeous, and remembered by everyone as the cradle that nurtures life.

If Paradise (Eden) were in this world, everyone here would surely think of this second tier.

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Ooh, and the wind is coming out.

The wind smells like a lot of grass, and I remember some childhood nostalgia.

It's dark around and I don't know how high the ceiling is. Sin and I were quiet, and just directed our breath out toward a space of nothing.

At that time the sky becomes slightly brighter.

A gloomy three sun moon appeared.

It's something that makes you feel signs of winter somewhere, rubbing your lumps and fingertips and looking around again.

"Yeah, that's huge..."

I don't care about the wind, I leak. [M]

You agreed. There was also one person beside you nodding.

He's only a little taller than me, and his eyes are full of curiosity.

And when Ni and I grinned like woes, he pointed forward.

"I'm really excited about nothing, Kitase. I never thought I'd be playing with a lizard this past year."

"Hey, is this sunny and paid buddy? It's hard when you have different tastes for each other."

Really, he walks out laughing.

What you see around you is a space of nothing, a killer landscape.

But from behind us, there were girls with a basket big enough to think it was a picnic, and they approached each other having a nice conversation.

And where we should be headed, there are lizards with a quick peek at our heads. He also noticed right over there at night, waving heavily.

Okay, shall we get started?

Pioneering the third tier.

With that in mind, the girls came running through the meadow laughing properly.