Chapter 146: 146 Episode 127: Gluttony Tournament 42 Ward Representative Selection Meeting

Today was a very comfortable day with a clear blue sky and extremely comfortable temperature and humidity.

"Yeah. I guess it's because you're doing well every day."

"Come on! Don't give me too much praise. It's embarrassing, isn't it?"

"...if Jiro's conduct is good, I'm called a saint."

This is a grateful remark from Mr. Estella, the chairman of the selection committee for the first round of the 42nd leg cannibalism competition.

Who is a saint? by this habitual milkman

"Yasilo! Estella! I'm ready!"

In a special kitchen set up in the Central Square of the 42nd Ward, where the screening will take place, Jeanette waved her hand loudly to give a signal.

Besides Jeanette, restaurant officials in the 42 wards are bustling around across the kitchen.

I'm going to ask them to keep cooking for their gluttony.

Today may be the hardest day for them.

"Magda and Sister Bertina, Delia and Umaro don't participate because they're players."

"If you let them in, there will be dead people among the cooks."

No one would have ever cooked a junk food for a big eater.

Cooks in each district are also expected to cook for the big eaters in the three districts.

This is a rehearsal for that purpose.

Ricardo came up with a plan during talks between the lords alone.

"""If the food is delayed and the player is kept waiting, the ward in charge of the food must be penalized."""

Pace allocation is important for gluttony.

If you keep me waiting badly, I'll feel bloated.

It can be said that this is an additional rule to prevent disadvantaged wards from using cookery to make such a move.

Besides, I can't afford to lose my competition because I can't cook in time.

"It's been a pretty big tournament for some reason,"

"It's a ward-wide event, with the participation of all the people of course.

By the way, all shops in the 42 wards today are designated as compulsory holidays.

In order not to leave the root of the trouble behind, the lord of the manor covered it with mud.

But no one complained.

Oh, you're allowed back to work in case of emergency, and you don't have to apply.

There may be a lot of emergencies, such as chickens running away or cows getting pregnant.

You are free to do that.

"... Jillo,"

Towards the end of setting up the venue, Magda came to me with the members who had already decided to attend.

"... I want Magdas to join us."

"Murder!"

"Don't use dangerous language, Mr. Jiro. ...jul."

`You're not making any noise!'

If these people participate, the number of deaths from the chefs will continue, food in the 42 wards will be depleted, and large breasts will be drastically reduced due to lack of nutrition.

I can't admit it!

"No, they want to get used to the atmosphere of the game."

"What are you saying before him like a player?"

"Oiras are players!? You picked them!"

"It's true that it's better to have them experience it at least once than to play it without notice."

"Well... I see..."

"Phew!"

We heard a strange voice from afar, and Jeanette came to us at a great speed.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, there's going to be death?"

I was really flustered. My eyes are amazing.

"It's all right, Jeanette," We just enjoy the atmosphere...well. I'll keep it to myself."

"Two minutes, please!"

"... starve to death?"

"There is no one in this world who eats more than one person and starves to death."

Jeanette's earnest wish was granted, and she was to join on condition that Bertina would have a full stomach and Magda would not have a "red moor." As for Delia, if she doesn't serve sweets, she'll eat a little more than usual.

"Oh, what about the Oyla? Like some restrictions."

"No magda".

"It's just mentally painful! It doesn't matter how much you eat!"

"Then..."

Close your mouth to Magda's cat's ear and whisper a line.

Magda nods at my will. And...

"... Magda is not very good for big eaters."

"Oira, two grains of rice will fill you up!"

"... Hey, Jillo. I hope it's easy to handle, but... wouldn't it be appropriate for the big eater contest?"

I could not help it, so I kept Magda to say, "...in moderation today."

"Will we be able to overcome the challenges of eating the Sister's food in real time?"

He looks very serious.

Well, if you're a Bertina, you'll eat it to the point where you can cry from your aunt. I wonder how many portions of Bertina's belly is after all."

Then comes Natalia, who was sorting out the participants and the audience.

"Mr. Jiro, Miss Jiro, and many others,"

"Who else!"

"But I can understand the respect given by the 'sama,' and it's OK."

Bertina is soothing an angry Delia.

Womaro is too beautiful to say anything about it.

"There was no problem in the auditorium, and we were able to sit down without any major confusion."

"Yes, I'm glad."

"The seats designed by Jiro were easy to see in every seat, so I think it was hard to complain about."

I had handed some designs to Womaro for this setup.

The audience seats are like watching a TV program, and they are set up in a fan shape with a long table as the center of the stage for gluttony, and they are stepped up from the front row to the back.

No matter where you sit, you won't be able to see it.

After cooking the pot and getting excited, Womaro seemed to have worked in this setup until late at night.

"Isn't he sleep deprived?"

"No, I went to bed. for if you put them together to some extent, they'll be ready in the morning."

a specially assembled setIt's really like a TV show. ... Should I have grassan and all-back? Say, "Did you cut your hair?"

"But there's one thing that's me,"

"Is there any problem?"

"There are more applicants than expected, and there are not enough seats."

Natalia says more than 40 people have offered to participate.

I had expected that there would be as many as a dozen of us as possible when we got together, but... we might have ignited the fire badly at the briefing session for the people of the domain.

"It seems that many people want to try the special menu that will be served this time."

"Ah... I see,"

I'm not confident in eating a lot, but I'd like to try a new menu that I rarely eat.

It seems that there are a lot of people who want to participate in commemorative events.

That's a big deal.

"What should I do, Jiro? If you're responding to such a thing, no matter how much you pay, you'll never have enough money."

"Well,"

Even audiences who have not yet announced their intention to participate in the event are asked, "Well, that's the way!" and "So am I!" is a problem.

I can't help it.

"Do you want to cut your feet?"

"Stopping?"

I went to the kitchen and talked to the owner of the cake shop and the rest of the cake shop.

hold a preliminary round for a trial

The ingredient is cake!

"Go back to your shop and bake your cake as soon as possible. I'll keep feeding you until there are ten participants!"

"Well, but... wouldn't that make it impossible for you to eat lunch?"

"It's okay! I'm going to have a separate stomach for the cake!"

However, if you fill your stomach first, you'll feel pressure on your main stomach!

"Then why don't you do this?"

Estella will submit an amendment to my plan.

"Let's divide the participants into two and let them choose which way to go. There were a lot of women, and if you could eat a lot of cakes, wouldn't that be a good idea?"

"But then the "me and me" guys..."

"Leave that up to you,"

Natalia shows a stern expression of pride.

"Those who want to participate from now on... after defeating me."

"Let's close normally."

"Well, that'said he. You'll understand if you tell them."

"What are you going to do with someone injured?"

"...don't make such a provocation, Norma will ride for fun."

"All-out attack, me," What I've done for the good will backfire... I'm sad, Mr. Jiro, please give me a great comfort as soon as possible."

"From what angle are you going to spoil me? I'm surprised!"

That's why the problem was solved in the simplest and easiest way, not to have to think.

It's over with a single word, "It's already the deadline." Yes, human beings, we can understand each other when we talk.

As Estella looked at it, if we divided it into the cake category and the adult lunch category, we had 27 people for cake and 18 people for adult lunch, which was an appropriate number.

It's hard to make lunch for adults. We don't have to practice as hard as this because we can only do it for three people.

"Fifteen plates at a time... how many times will the flag of our shop come out?"

"I want you to do four rounds".

With that kind of fun included on our side, the competition for the big eaters has begun.

"Oh my gosh! This is amazing! Neferry is raking Mont Blanc in like a noodle! Who could have predicted that Mont Blanc's thin, distinctive cream would be sniffed like noodles? What do you think, brother of the commentator?"

"No... it's physically impossible,"

"What are you saying, brother? Cake is a maiden's dream! There's nothing impossible about food in your dream!"

"Well... physically... well, I don't mind,"

Loretta, who has entered the adult lunch category, is happily doing the actual job. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The contestants were groping at first, but the 45-minute time limit was successful and encouraged a sense of rivalry with a good way.

"Oh, my God. Paula has completely stopped! She was the only one who seemed to be energetic."

"Come on, Loretta! I'm going to roll it back now, so shut up and watch!"

"I can't shut up because I'm in real life~! Poooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"You'll remember it later!"

In this way, Loretta was stirring up the participants, and everyone was starting to feel murderous. Women devour daily resentment, worries, and all sorts of other negative emotions that have accumulated in their bodies as if they were hitting cake. a part of Ossan Dollars

"Ah... my mouth is so sweet!"

"I think it's time for me to reach my limit..."

Mormat and Yaplock are extremely few compared to other female athletes.

. . . . . . . . . .why did you join the cake?

"Yaplock commented before the game, 'As a caramel popcorn player, I thought it was only natural for me to enter sweets.'"

"That's a very wrong interpretation. He's making corn, not caramel popcorn."

"I think Mormat ... probably just wanted to be surrounded by young women, erotic crocodiles."

"No! Look, you've got a little space between the sides, haven't you?"

Female athletes on both sides of the mahmat shift their chairs to distance themselves from the mahmat.

Whoop, whoop, whoop!

"I like sweet things that look like this!"

"Then eat better,"

"...no, two is enough."Don't eat too much at once."

Crocodiles lie on their desks, crying pathetically.

I can't do this. There is a marked lack of guts that are most important to a player.

"Oh, Mormat, this is a retirement, isn't it?" Nevertheless, you just want to be surrounded by young girls. an erotic crocodile.""So it's not true! And don't leave me a little further, girls next to each other.

Following Mormat, Yaplock gave up.

The sight of Sheryl running up to me and biting at the leftover cake was a smile.

"My brother... Mr. Yaplock's daughter is only five years old, so I wish you would stop looking at her with such dubious eyes..."

"You have a good nerve, Loretta?"

Do you want to taste it? My serious erotic gaze?

"Yasilo, there's only one minute left."

Natalia, the watchman, gives me a signal.

The bell rang loudly to match it.

`I won't lose!'

"What, me!"

On the bell a minute before the end, the player shows the last spurt.

But there was no more space in the already bloated belly... and the cake category ended with the victory of the Neferry.

"It was a great fight! The winner, Neferry, showed us a new way to eat cake. It's a worthy victory for the king. It's very different from the girl who was caught in a cake and participated in a bar."

`That's me, Loretta!'

Paula, who was downed from overeating, wakes up and peels her fangs.

I'm not sure if these two are close or bad.

"It was a big eater, Neferry,"

After the match, Estella gives her impressions.

Yes, I eat a lot compared to other guys, but I can't deny the feeling that the others were too normal.

First of all, Delia eats more sweets than she eats more sweets.

"Yasilot!"

The winner's referee runs up to the actual seat.

"Hehe, hehe, he won."

"Congratulations."

"Oh, then I'm going now," Mr. Neferry, please tell me the truth."

"Yes, yes. Good luck."

Loretta joins Neferry here in the adult lunch department.

Neferry will sit next to me, and Estella and Neferry will be next to me.

Estella calls out to Neferry with me in between.

"How was it? How did you feel about it?"

"Well, it was only the first time I thought it was delicious, and the second half was just painful... I don't want to see Mont Blanc for a while."

a belly-scrubbing and wry-smiling nephry It looks like a real pain.

`It's long, forty-five minutes,'

"That's the point,"

The viewer never gets tired of playing psychological warfare over time, rather than deciding in an instant. Drama will be born.

This battle has proved it.

The participants seemed to be in a bad mood in the middle, and the audience was very loud.

People are moved by serious people.

A top swindler is not the best talker.

A really good swindler is good at mental performance.

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--"I've never had a man so congenial to me... now I'm having so much fun."

"What are you doing!? If you don't start now, you'll never change!"

--"We have a hungry little child..."

-"I really want to support your dream." Let's get a dream together!"

Emotions and emotions, as well as techniques to make others feel better, have been used for a long time.

Humans have a habit of trying to relate to things close to them.

It's fun to be with someone who says that time with you is fun.

If someone really scolds me for my lack of ability, I feel angry at myself for not being able to respond.

Crying off is the simplest and most popular trick. It's very easy to elicit sympathy.

The road is different, but the future is the same. It's fun to spend time with such 'friends'. Because of that time... people pay for it, and later they regret it, saying, "It's a fraud!"

These are all methods that are often used in lectures on mice and painting.

You'll find it easy to mislead people by aligning their emotions, even though the theory of the suspension of love is an example of him.

If you spend a long time empathizing with the contestants and cheering them on, people's hearts will naturally overlap. By aiming for the same goal, individual beings are integrated into a great will.

I mean, he seems to be a suspicious religious man.

I mean, that's not it. It's like a cultural festival.

Prepare together, stay at school until midnight, stay up all night, go shopping, and share a special feeling by acting together. What awaits us after that is an inordinate sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, and the guy who has experienced it has acquired a close friend or lover.

As for the high rate of couples occurring at cultural festivals... d*mn, fireworks set up at the Later Night Festival, wouldn't it be a mistake in the school building...

As you can see from the above, there are plenty of people who can do their best to prepare for the cultural festival.

So this competition is a perfect place to create such a sense of unity.

In the 41st district, shops in the 40th and 42nd districts line up, and people in the 3rd districts are confused. the heterogeneous space a serious contest held there

The rule is that the losing ward unconditionally obey the winning ward's request.

With all these favorable conditions and, as we are doing now, by forcing them to do preparatory work, the 41 wards, who were obsessed with their stupid sense of electing, will be somewhat united.

Eliminating extreme disparities is the quickest way to eliminate conflict.

Of course, it's impossible for everyone to be equal, and if we do that, there will be no competition and development will stop. That's not the case. What I fear is that extreme inequality will create the lowest of the lowest, where there is no energy to creep up.

When there's nothing to lose, people don't hesitate to steal.

We need to do something about it before it happens.

Well, if you make a fool of yourself by eating delicious food, your daily resentment will be dispelled.

You can cheer for him loudly, and if he wins, you can be happy, and if he loses, you can be frustrated.

And finally, if you hear the words, "This tournament was great," the sweaters in the 41st leg should feel rewarded.

"Fifty-five minutes. It was quite dramatic, wasn't it?"

"It's unbearable for those who do it,"

"That's why the audience is so moved."

In fact, people are shouting at the referee, "Good job!" and "Good job!"

Who is it? Who just left out "Don't look at Neferry-chan" or something like that? Is there anyone else besides Percy who's so special?"Mr. Jiro, the adult lunch department is ready."

receive a report from Natalia

Natalia is in the position of director, so to speak, to balance the whole thing.

"Jinnette! Are you okay there?"

"Yes! I'll do my best!"

The kitchen is full of energy.

"Now, Mr. Jiro, the commentator. Do you have any players to watch?"

The Neferry is a Neferry, and it's quickly becoming a reality.

You really like things like this. Do you ever want to be an actress?

"Well, let's see how much longer Bertina and Magda can stand."

"...don't worry,"

"Well, it's all right. I'll put up with it when I'm four minutes hungry."

"It's the second minute,

Magda, let's say... Bertina, if Jeanette is cute, let's be quiet. Otherwise, I don't know what happens to Jeanette's life... It sounds like a kidnapper's line.

"Oppa! I have one, too! He's a hot player!"

"But what do you think?"

a referee who politely picks up Loretta's words that show off her presence by waving her hand wide.

I don't care what you think...

"Well, isn't it normal?"

"Yes. I think it's normal, too."

"They're saying something terrible! I'm not normal!"

Loretta returns the usual way.

I have no impression that he is a glutton.

Well, he's more conspicuous than any other guy and has the guts to make reckless bets.

"Well, I'll pay attention to how many minutes after the meal Loretta vomits."

"Don't throw up!? I don't waste food!"

No, I think it's not there. Where to argue?

"Now, finally, the new specialty of the 42nd leg, Adult Lunch, has been brought before each player!"

"Oh!" comes from the audience.

Expectations seem to be quite high.

Each restaurant's mark stuck in a meatball attracts attention.

"Come to think of it, there is no emblem or shop mark in Yodamari-tei, the inventor, "What's wrong with you?"

The Nefer asks questions in an announcer's tone.

I can't help but wonder where you'll remember that, but now that you've asked me, I'll answer.

"We've made it easier to understand," Look at the adult lunch that Jeanette has just brought."

"Let's see... Oh!? Really, I see!"

That seems to be a real surprise.

The flag of the Yangtari-tei stands where Neferry is looking and where the audience's eyes are focused on what Neferry says.

The flag of Yodamari-tei, which has no store emblem, is written "Yodamari-tei" in large letters all over the flag.

The brush strokes are as powerful as those drawn with a brush, and the color scheme is only black and white, but it has a fairly impressive finish.

It is familiar in Japan, but there is not much penetration of the "signage with the name of the shop" in this world. This will stand out quite a bit.

Incidentally, these flags -- as well as the children's lunch flags -- are carved into pieces of wood to make a stamp. If you soak in ink and press it flat on the paper, it becomes a flag.

"Oh, I might want that flag for a moment..."

The murmur that Neferry casually leaked is our aim.

Do you want a flag? Then buy it and eat it!

You can ask me to go to the 41st Ward food court or to a store in the 42nd Ward.

"The menu includes hamburgers, fried prawns, magical sausages, meatballs... salads, and so on."

Announcer Neferry reads through the material and gives his impressions.

"Isn't fried prawns a guy that Jiro thought of?"

"They were eaten in my hometown." I didn't think of it."

"I've never tried it."

That's true, isn't it?

I've just taught a shrimp restaurant recently.

Anyway, bread is a luxury food in this city. I have no idea of using bread crumbs.

But hard black bread is fine with bread crumbs. The batter was a little hard, but it was a firm, crunchy fried shrimp. That's delicious.

"What do you serve from the Yangdalitei?"

"It's grilled salmon and Napolitan from our side,"

"Napol?"

"That red pasta."

"What?! Do you have pasta in Yodamari-tei other than meat sauce and tomato sauce?"

"I taught Jeanette last night, and it's her first performance today."

"Wow, I wanted to eat it!"

Fashionable women's Neferry likes pasta very much.

I'm sure you wanted to eat the latest pasta faster than anyone else. look very frustrated

...and Mont Blanc was sipping too? Did you think too much?

We serve only two dishes, but all the cooks agree to it. I came to the conclusion that I should look good.

I couldn't withdraw the grilled salmon because it was Delia. We are the only ones dealing with salmon. Delia was always indebted to me and wanted to help improve the status of riverfishes.

"Yasilo... Oh, my God." I... I'm getting hungry."

Neferry, who seemed to be suffering from eating a lot of cake, is angry at the adult lunch.

You guys have different sides. It's weird.

"I'm ready,"Natalia has signaled us, and we've finally started the adult lunch section of the cannibal contest.

The bell rings loudly and the participants bite at the food in front of them.

...Bertina, I'm the first to finish the first dish faster than anyone else.

Jeanette's face turns pale.

I'll force you out of three.

"There are a lot of players who show great appetite. We're all in good spirits!"

Clenched fists and fevered enthusiasm for the actual situation of the referee.

Cheers jump from the stands and the selection process is very exciting.

Those who fly lightly, those who follow their own pace carefully, those who are too conscious of the players around them, etc. There are many different things.

There is only one thing in common with all the players.

"It's delicious!"

"It's delicious!"

"Come on! Seriously!"

It means that every player is eating deliciously.

I've tasted it myself, and it was a high-quality dish that I could confidently recommend.

"As the inventor, I can't afford to lose!"

Loretta is doing well with strange pride.

Above all, it's good that you're eating deliciously. That's a good point.

I think I'll let him in if there's too much room left. It may be a good advertisement to put in the 42 wards of cooking.

"Well, Jillo," Imelda is also participating."

"Really!"

"...what are you doing, I don't think you'll be able to compete in a big eatery?"

Among the participants was Imelda, who dined gracefully, holding her blonde hair in one hand.

He's hard to represent the 42 wards in his position, but... after all, he's an influential figure in the 40 wards. I'm sure you've told me that you won't be elected as the representative of the 42 wards, because it would be boring if you were suspected of a dirty trick like a behind‐the‐scenes transaction...well, a selection committee would be all right.

"You don't seem to want to win at all,"

Imelda is munching on sausages that are really elegant and finely chopped to fit into her small mouth.

"Oh, that's pretty good," he says, holding his mouth in his hand and rolling his eyes. He only looks like he's eating normally.

"I don't think we need to pay any attention."

I agree with Estella's opinion.

I'll leave you alone and ask you to pick me up when I'm full.

"And Regina's in, too.

"Really?"

"Where!"

I'm more surprised than Imelda.

Estella and I staring at the tip of Neferry's finger.

"... Akan... If people were watching me, I wouldn't be able to eat..."

Regina went under the table to avoid the audience's gaze and did not touch the food at all.

...what did he come out for? No, seriously.

Bertina, Magda and Delia finish the third plate, and the top three retire early. I forced him to do it.

"You can still go?"

"...I'd like to discuss the significance of experiencing 45 minutes."

`Why, it's still a long way off!'

I was complaining about things like that, but... when the other guys go to the second plate, they have to leave as soon as possible.

Now, you guys should have had enough of it.

After that, Umaro finished a plate and retired, saying, "Today's oila is just right."

Well, this is what a warmalo looks like without magda. He's a nambo to wake you up.

Exclude the four confirmed players and continue the selection process with the rest.

Let's see what kind of drama is going to be born in the 45th minute. Let's see!

Forty‐three minutes have passed.

"I can't eat any more."

"...ZZ,"

"It was delicious, wasn't it?

"Let's go eat again."

"Can I have this flag, sir? No, my son's son..."

As soon as they were full, they stopped their hands.

This is just a normal lunch! It's good to eat outdoors!

"If this were the case, I wouldn't have retired the Bertina."

"Then maybe the three bests ate well and the cook became a practice."

The cooks look relaxed.

I was almost out of order after twenty minutes.

For the time being, Loretta still eats... well, I haven't seen her.

"Cantaltica sausages... are great on an empty stomach, but when you're full... they feel as stuffy and persistent as a sign girl..."

"Wait, Loretta!? That's about me, isn't it?"

I barely keep eating

That's the level.

"It might have been a failure for the selection committee."

"It's not a chance, it's a complete failure."

correct Estella's over‐sweet review

Now you can't pick a player to fill the remaining two slots.

"Well, we don't have to declare it in advance, and I think it's OK to see what's going on."

"Well, I'm going to win three games in the top three... even if I can't, I'm going to decide by a woman."

It could be Loretta, Neferry or Paula.

"Well, this time..."

"Well, now that I know you're in good demand for lunch, shall we?"

"It was a big advertisement..."

In the end, it ended up being a new menu presentation for the 42 wards.

Well, you know what?

The bell rings loudly and the 45 minute battle is over.

It was a very simple battle.

I'd like you to think about how to allocate the pace so that this doesn't happen in real life.

"Oppa! I ate it the most!"

The winner was Loretta, who had a record of six plates, which was amazing if you look at it normally, but was not good enough for eating.

Uh-huh... I guess it's not true after all right.

Whenever Loretta gets involved, this is...

"It's normal, isn't it?

"That's too much! You worked so hard!"

Let's say the other two frames are chosen based on the circumstances.

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