Chapter 249: 249 248. Boiling and youth escape and stray

Wolf came to the green tower, close to the evening.

Darya waited to prepare a slightly earlier dinner, saying it might be cold by the time she came to the tower.

"Wolf, how did it go?

"Well, I've been talking to my brother..."

The golden eye lightens the shade a step, shakes and looks at herself.

Probably didn't go as far as the discussion thought.

Darya stopped smiling at him like she was wondering where she was going to cut something hard to say out of.

"Would you like to eat first? Let's talk slowly after we eat."

"Okay. Uh, Darya, is this... potato?

In front of Wolfe, a large hemisphere of terari and white, served in a deep dish from a large pot.

They look like potatoes to him.

"Boiled with a little salt,"

Halved large enough not to be wrapped with the fingers of both hands, even boiled in a melting fire.

I planned to crush it and turn it into soup, but I saw its slightly sweet look and boiled it.

"Sprinkle butter and salt on this and eat with a spoon. And this is the miso sauce with the bird ground beef. Call me if you want to change the taste."

Wolf may have a slightly thinner flavor, think so, and add more sauce with miso to the bird ground beef.

Miso was recently split from the Demon Crusade Squad. As it feels, it is close to the red miso of previous life.

"That's a lot bigger. Wasn't it hard to cook? I'm so sorry you made this every time..."

"No, because the fire is melted and the rest is made. Wasn't the ham and cheese that Wolfe brought me before this?"

I've been busy here, so I mostly put it aside for boiling.

Warm vegetable salad and cabbage salt rubbed, ham and cheese cut, chicken soup chopped with leaves and eggs melted.

Soda sake is a fairly diluted distilled sake.

Today, when it gets a little cold, I squeezed the lemon without ice in. My father Carlo said, "Anti Cold Medicine."

If you say it in the memory of a previous life, it might be a good idea to add vitamin C. But in my father's case, I was rather worried about deep liquor.

"Before it gets cold, go ahead."

It is ruined if the butter solidifies.

In the hemisphere, where the hot air rises, they spooned around.

As the white hot air rises loosely, I sigh and put it in my mouth.

Thick, crumbly body on the way to chewing, dense flavor and sweetness that spreads all over your mouth, which is accentuated by salted butter.

Autumn, a late picking that has grown to its limit. It has a special flavour just for the current season.

After eating as it was for a while, I sprinkled the chicken ground beef miso.

Miso with strong salt, taste of chicken ground beef and a little sugar. It mixes nicely with the flavour of the mouth. The occasional flavor of butter gave me a pretty good accent.

The name 'miso' is the same, but the taste is quite different from that of the previous life. The saltiness is strong and the sweetness of the soybeans is low.

Still, nostalgia crept up in the texture that remained in my mouth, causing faint pain in the back of my eyes.

And to the distilled liquor I drank with my eyes down, I remember Carlo.

If I could, I wanted my father in this world to eat this too - the pain in the back of my eyes became a bit stronger in overlapping memories.

"I think it's against the rules"

To his sudden assertion, Darya panicked and saw Wolfe.

With his eyes closed and one hand on his forehead, he looked badly troubled.

"What's the anomaly?

"This boiled meat, as it is, is delicious, buttered meat is even better, even better when it takes sauce...... what, this three-step leap?

"It's a three-step leap, not a sports competition."

"Well, three stages of yummy rapid growth"

Is it something I can call growth when it comes to different taste arrangements?

Wolfe's delicious expression of cuisine seems to me to be out of line.

While I think so, it's a lot of fun to see him eating a spoon carefully.

"I had never eaten like this. It's in soup utensils or salted or something."

"When it's this big, it's rare to cook in the store as a whole."

"What, the bigger the better?

On the day he nodded to this question, Wolfe is likely to be looking for the biggest one on the market.

Darya firmly decided to deny it.

"No, size is not proportional to deliciousness. The taste varies according to the type, weather, and field conditions."

"It is. You're not with Horn Rabbit or Forest Serpent."

"Yes?"

Somehow the story flew to the demon.

Whatever Horn Rabbit is, why is there a "Green King" out here who is said to be the number one feared demon of travellers?

I heard that Forest Serpent (Forestrasnake) is a demon that becomes a rare ingredient, and even the squad ate ate it - basic, not common ingredients.

"Both Horn Rabbit (Horn Rabbit) and Forest Serpent (Forest Las Nakes) were better, greasy"

"... Really?"

"I'm also with you where the sweet sauce fits so well. The ham of the horn rabbit is delicious, so we're all talking about whether the forest serpent (Forestrasnake) will be a good ham. Unfortunately, I haven't seen it at all lately."

I couldn't forbid my sympathy for the Forest Serpent (Forestrasnake) to Wolfe, who speaks with a good smile.

I don't attack people, I don't want my squad attacking me, and I definitely want you to live in the back of the mountain, secluded.

"Speaking of which, have you decided on the name of that eight-legged horse (Slapenil) yet?

"My eyes were black with beautiful eyes and the light was shining, so in the rainbow sense, I'm wondering how 'Elise' is. After consulting with everyone."

"Elise... nice! Still, this is what Dahlia would name it, fantastic or cool..."

Wolfe, who had eyes with herself on the verge of saying, tries to hold the glass back and cloud it.

Darya asked as she stared at him.

"Wolfe, what name did you think I'd give you?

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"... 'Grape' because I like purple grapes"

"... it's not that easy to put on"

Actually, it was on the top candidate, but I'll never say it.

It should be noted that "Gray" in body color and "Chro" in eye color were also among the candidates.

"Darya, so... I'm talking to my brother"

The unspeakability hides behind Wolfe, who separates the stories, sets his posture and turns around.

Darya also answered with her spine extended again.

"It's okay, don't hesitate to say it. I know it's not all going well, all of it. I only want to move forward with the magic tools that are convenient and in a good direction for those who use them."

"Okay. Actually..."

If you feed that green slime solid to an eight-legged horse (Slapenil), the feed is minimal and the distance traveled can be greatly increased.

The effect is enormous.

For this reason, the potential for strife in the capture and securing of eight-legged horses (Slepnil), as well as the possible impact on horse breeders and feed officials - so explained.

It's a long way off to talk far beyond expectations.

And the story of a possible military use, of a neighbouring country, continues.

As for the danger to me, I can only assume that the overused slime has turned.

On the verge of solidification, Wolfe hastily followed me in.

Gouid is Darya's noble guardian. He'll protect you as long as he can, and he'll help you if he needs anything.

Whether it's a development or not, you just need to talk to Gouad, Jonas, and each guild leader before putting it outside.

If you have to, there is also Grate, the head of the Demon Crusade Squad, the Marquis family, and Berniege in the Martial Arts department.

Everyone, my mouth is strong, and I'm profiting from or being helped by Darya's magic equipment, so I'm sure it will help - the thought of losing my head to Wolfe, who speaks so hard.

"... thank you"

The bottom of my heart, it seems so.

Darya can't even think about politics and the country being involved because of development products.

Still, I spilled words about my apologies.

"... me, maybe I need to weigh myself a little"

"Darya, you can stay like this"

I spoke with reflection, but Wolfe stopped me instantly.

"A lot of people have been happy with the magic equipment you make. Neither do I, everyone in the squad, and lately, Master Berniege. Well, I'm sorry I can't say that I'll protect you, but I'll do what I can. Everyone is there. So I want Darya to be free to make magic guides -"

The last word is not so much a wish, but a voice similar to prayer.

Look here golden eyes, to that sincere light, lose the word.

"... thank you, Wolf"

I vacated between them and just answered that as best I could.

Tilt your body and pour a new distilled liquor into the glass.

Without saying anything, Wolfe squeezed the lemon for me.

He lay his gaze down subtly as he paired the glass with his heel, not toasting anything.

"And, for example, what... if we adopt Dahlia as our adopted daughter, we'll be able to protect her..."

"Huh? I'm from Wolfe's house, is that it?

"Oh. My brother will be up to the Marquis next year, so I think he has a lot of power to protect..."

Were you out of line from the story of Gouid becoming Marquis and that's what you came up with because of your jokes with your brothers?

I'm going to name myself 'Rossetti' until I die, but assuming I'm adopted to Wolfe's house, my last name changes.

Darya imagined just a little bit.

"'Dalya Scalfalotto', is it... not a great fit to joke about"

"... uh Darya, I was wondering if it would fit so well..."

Careful, I can't say enough that it doesn't fit, he swims through its golden eyes and makes a bewildered voice.

"One of the stories, if I were adopted, would Wolfe be my brother?

"... right. When you become my father's adopted daughter, you will be."

Previously, the two of us went to a store dealing in liquor containers and the owner had mistaken me for a brother and sister.

The connectivity and freakiness crept up at the same time, and the thought spilled out of my mouth.

"'Brother Wolf'......"

"Blah!"

Wolfe flaunted the wine she was about to drink. Apparently, the joke went too far.

Was it a bad idea to joke and say it aristocratically? "Brother Wolf" might have been better yet.

"Excuse me! I didn't think I'd laugh that far... uh, I'll bring you some water and towels!

Handkerchief to Wolf holding his mouth, Dalya rushed out to the kitchen with Patapata.

"... ugh"

Wolfe held her mouth with a borrowed handkerchief and managed to get her breathing ready.

Surprise, laugh, I'm very confused, and I don't know a bit about it myself.

"Darya Scalfalotto, or..."

My brother's recommendation was unexpectedly recalled, and I shook my neck beside him as I shook it.

It would be too rude for her to think of herself as a friend.

And rethink.

If Darya was my sister, every day must have been a lot of fun since childhood.

No, if you are still Dahlia's brother now, wouldn't it be okay if you were always next door?

When the weirdo approaches, we can do everything we can to eliminate him with Gouad.

And protect her from danger, help her, all the way to the side...

"... 'Brother Wolfe', it may not be bad..."

The escape and straying of the youth is not over yet.

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