The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

"Uncle.

Good luck. "

And Gordon said.

Bardo nodded.

Gordon and the villagers dropped him off, and Bardo left.

Gradually increasing the speed of the horse.

It's too fast to run your first mountain road.

However, given the condition of the child, the medication should be faster.

Baldo's feelings were conveyed, the chestnut-haired horse, sticking his neck forward, kicking his legs wide back and hurrying ahead.

I don't even care if the leaves and grass hit the nose from time to time.

Horses are cowardly creatures, but when riders and minds pass, they turn into majestic creatures.

Now Baldo is light, because he has left all his luggage with Gordon.

The human horses came together and drove down the mountain path.

2.

I heard a rumor in a remote village east of the Great Lord of Xela.

In a settlement across the mountain to the north, you can eat terribly good Nole food.

It's a little fish in every lake swamp, like Nole.

He prefers to be in the mud and has a lukewarm elongated body.

Not a good fish.

After so many bones and so hard to eat, it stinks of mud.

After eating it for a while, it leaves an indescribable aftertaste.

But it's nutritious.

Eat well anywhere in poor houses because even children can easily get it.

Eat a lot and your stomach will be swollen.

Bardo himself, when he was little, ate well.

Even after I became a knight, I ate when I was packing winter in a fort near the Great Barrier.

Sleeping in half frozen mud was a valuable food.

Nevertheless, I've never eaten it because I thought it was good.

Baldo was intrigued by the story that the nursery would be a delicious dish.

Gordon Zarkos is

"How well you cooked, aren't you Shinnole"

And, I wasn't riding, but I turned my horse's head north, regardless.

Over the mountain there was a deep valley and a suspension bridge was crossed.

I couldn't even leave my horse, so I took him across.

I pulled blindfolded so I wouldn't break out.

"We'll have to cross here again when we get home."

And Gordon is sighing.

It was the main road, so I could get to the settlement without hesitation.

It must be unusual for two samurai on horses to visit a place like this.

I got a lot of attention.

When he wanted to eat Nole, he was taken to a cabin.

People are polite when they know they can earn valuable cash income.

An old man by the name of Pinene said he would cook for me.

"Hello, I've come all the way here.

Nole, let him go get it now.

There's no booze in your mouth, samurai. "

The liquor he served, he said, was white and cloudy, with a soft and sweet taste.

Grain liquor.

It would be a liquor that produces a lot of plan fruit around here.

When Bardo said it was good, Gordon, who looked at it with a grumble, also put his mouth on it.

"Oh.

You can do it. "

And not even a lot.

I just tasted two or three bites, and Old Pinen snuffed up something like a root of some sort,

"Let's play Nole.

If you eat raw, you're sorry about the sleigh.

I don't think so, either.

Bye.

You'll always get sick later. "

I said.

Nole was something to boil and eat, and I didn't even think about eating it raw.

Has this old man ever tried to make sure he gets sick later?

Old Pinen mixed a few leaves of some kind to further crush what was in the vessel.

"Nole did.

If you get attacked or hard to see, you're gonna suffer in your stomach.

That bitter juice will make you feel better later. "

When Bardo drank his wine, the boy told me that he was the grandson of an old Pinnen man and gave him a replacement.

A little late and Gordon got a replacement too.

In doing so, one Nole after another arrived.

The inhabitants of the settlement will be caught in the general outing, so quickly the barrel was filled with noles.

Old Pinen poured some roots and leaves crushed into the bucket when he changed the water several times and washed Nole clean.

Being intrigued, Bardo came closer and looked at the barrel.

Nole brings something yellow to life.

"If I make this clear, Nole won't suffer anymore."

And old Pinnen said.

When asked, it took me years to find these roots and leaves myself.

I still don't know what tree it is or what leaves it is or what its name is.

After a while, Nole stopped coming up with anything.

Old Pinen washed Nole again and then put two glasses in a pan.

I shrugged the supernatant from the barrel of cereal liquor, poured it into the pan.

Gordon also seems to have caught my interest, staring seriously.

The pan was hung by fire.

The fire is not strong.

"Nole is cooked from water.

If you're in the water all of a sudden, you're going to get rampant and annoyed. "

and the old Pinnen twinkled like a soliloquy, to his grandson's boy,

"We can do this now."

I said.

The boy jumped out of the cabin and went next door, coming right back.

I have a hammer in my hand.

Old Pinen quietly put the contents of the jar into the pan.

"Soaked in pudding made of Duja bird eggs and yams.

I just had an egg, I'm glad. "

Then gradually intensified the fire.

The manipulative hand has a year in it and is skillfully regulating the fire.

The smell of liquor being heated filled the cabin.

Something amazing happened.

Nole, who was swimming around in the heated liquor, dived into the pudding.

"Even humans, when Heavenly Door gets hot, they can go in the shade."

I see, yeah.

But it's supposed to be hot in the pudding.

"Yam, don't sprinkle the heat.

It's a little hotter in the pudding than boiled liquor. "

There are some noles with faces out of the pudding, but they'll be right back inside.

Pudding is shaking.

The Noles are rampaging inside.

Eventually Pudding stopped shaking.

Old Pinen weakened the fire, still boiled the pudding.

I'm staring at the pan.

Its unwavering side is like a wise man.

Thinking, the old man, okay, smashed the pan down from the fire.

The pudding was handily divided into two pieces and served on a table.

"Enjoy and follow me."

Bardo and Gordon took their seats.

I shrugged my pudding with a wooden spoonful.

The hot air is standing.

Ugh breathed and cooled, putting a glimmer in his mouth.

I've never had a pudding like this.

I thought it was stiff because it was well simmered, but not at all.

Soft to sieve.

Though soft, it has a solid presence.

I tasted it carefully on my tongue and then crushed it in my mouth.

It has a soft flavour that is neither sweet nor teasing.

Bardo accidentally put all the remaining pudding on the tree in his mouth.

Ooh.

It has an irresistible texture.

The mouth, and the corners of the tongue to the corners, are enjoying the texture of the first experience.

Baldo swallowed the pudding in his mouth because he felt his throat demanding that it should come this way as soon as possible.

A neat mess.

Aromatic aftertaste.

Is this Nole's goodness stained with pudding?

Baldo boldly inserted a wooden spoonful inside the pudding.

And then I took the part with plenty of noulet in it, and, uh-huh, I put it in my mouth cold.

Sweet!

What sweetness.

Nole's characteristic wet texture is nowhere to be found.

The body boiled softly, revealing the superb fish's characteristic rough tongue and relaxed in the mouth.

Shitty little bones also melt on the tongue like dancing and accent the taste.

It's a good chunk.

If you drink it well, it feels surprisingly voluminous.

And that nasty aftertaste won't come for long.

If you soak up the broth, the liquor odor is nowhere to be found, sucking away Nole's umami for the best soup.

Drinking the cloudy liquor of the plain liquor makes this once again good.

This dish and this liquor hits each other really well.

Bardo looked at old Pinnen.

Watching you stand and behave, I don't think you're a person born and raised in the country.

A person who knows the wider world and has accumulated a deep sense of wisdom.

A person who also knows how to cook and cook elegantly in the city.

It just seemed that way.

This settlement is probably a settlement of the Outsiders.

The families of the sinners, or those who have obtained injury, are begun out of the life of the village.

Sometimes such "outsiders" gather to create settlements.

Don't be discriminated against by being segregated.

What kind of life has the old Pinnen lived?

3

There were two incidents.

The suspension bridge has been cut.

As soon as I put the loaded push car in, they said it was dead.

Fortunately, no one was injured.

And old Pinnen's grandson was bitten by a viper.

There was no medicine in Baldo's hand either.

It's not enough for an adult to die, but it's a life-threatening poison for a child.

If you go to the village, you can have the medicine divided.

But I can't use the suspension bridge that goes to the village.

If you go down the valley, you won't be able to go, but it will take a lot of time.

Fortunately, Bardo and Gordon have horses.

I asked him if there was a way around, but he said there was only one.

It's a road around the east.

But they say it's Jameen's territory.

Jameen is small among the subhumans.

He looks more like a monkey than a person.

Even adults are only as tall as twelve or three year olds.

Some people call it "bug eating" to make tree skins and insects a constant diet.

Because ethics and lifestyles are different from those of humans, contact is often contentious.

It is surprising that there is a Jameen territory so close to human villages and settlements.

Jameen, without exception, is a bowman.

If you realize that humans have stepped into the territory, they will attack you.

I can't flip an arrow coming down from all directions.

But if you want to save this kid, that's the only way.

Bardo bought out the role of going to the village to get medication.

4.

The road went into the woods where the trees grew.

Chestnut-haired horses don't look a little tired.

Push through the woods at great speeds.

On a tree up ahead, there's a sign of something.

Bardo pulled out an ancient sword.

An arrow flew in.

Pay with sword.

He's here.

He's here.

He's here.

On the trees, there are the Jameens.

I wanted to fall out before they noticed me and surrounded me, but I couldn't seem to.

From the right, from the left, an arrow flies.

The arrows flying off my back are the most obnoxious, but the cloak that I made him glimpse is keeping me from arrows to some extent.

Zaku.

An arrow stabbed him in the left shoulder.

It's protected by the shoulder area, so it's not stabbed deep.

Zaku.

An arrow stabbed him in the back.

It's just the part where there's no armor.

It's not scratched enough to stop moving.

But the next moment.

All of a sudden, the body gets hot and the sight gets creepy.

Poison!

Desperately running through the reins, Baldo's consciousness eventually fell into darkness.