The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

Beautiful view, Bardo thought.

The landscape of the King's capital, which overlooks Mount Tobacni here, is something I have never seen or imagined before.

I can't believe the dwellings are so dense in the first place.

That shows the high number of people living in this city.

The number of men is, that is, the power of the country.

The kingdom of Parzam is nothing short of a borderline knight.

Tapetabar e Reich.

In other words, the milk of the Heavenly Mother God is squeezed and consolidated in the capital.

As its name suggests, Miyagi, just in front of Mount Tobakuni, is just hazy.

Its immensity, its majesty, is as if it had unloaded the shrine (Kamukura) of the Garden of the Gods onto the earth as it was.

Miyagi is not the only one who uses plenty of Shiraishi, a specialty of the land.

The surrounding (Isanel) district, or the residence of the knightly nobles, also uses many white brilliant stones.

So the boundaries between the "Upper Street (Frahe)", or the inhabited areas of wealthy civilians, are strangely clear from this distance.

Because civilians are not allowed to use white brilliant stones in buildings.

Each and every one of those buildings is magnificent and handcrafted, indicating that there is richness here that cannot be imagined on the periphery.

By contrast, the boundaries between the Upper Street and the Lower Street Eue, or lower civilian settlements, are ambiguous.

Even in the same "Upper Street", the houses are so splendid that the residents of the area bordering the "Lower Street" are barely the same as the lower level civilians.

Chip.

Bardo shrugged the water with his right hand and hung it on his left shoulder.

Close your eyes and look up to heaven and enjoy the comfort.

I feel comfortable with the touch of dairy stone (Yurensenshi) on my buttocks and back.

"Sounds like it's time for your skin to get familiar with the water and calm down around the blood.

Now, let's get the booze and the food. "

Senior Priest Bari Toad, when he said so, gave the servant directions with his gaze.

I must thank King Wendeland for choosing this person as his entertainer, Bardo thought.

Bardo Lowen is a knight who has devoted his whole life to discussing warcraft entering from the rift of the Great Barrier, far more on the eastern border than here.

He returned all his possessions and embarked on a wandering journey, if only to help the host who had fallen into distress.

The journey that was supposed to look for a place to die gave this old knight the power to live.

That's not all.

He gave me a new sword, a horse, a friend, a family, and a lot of people to interact with.

The scratchy body is uplifted by the hot air of the hot spring and is warmly colored.

In front of Bardo, a goblet on a plate was offered.

When Bardo takes it, senior priest Bari Toad, who is on the water next to the left,

"I really need to follow you.

Forgive me for the abbreviation. "

And I said with a personable smile on my face.

When I gently matched my own to the goblet offered by the senior priest, a bitter metal noise sounded.

Red wine is divided by cold water.

I was going to take a quick bite, but it was so comfortable that I drank it up very much.

My servant just offered me a board, so I put a goblet on it.

The servant poured the wine from the pot and placed it on the board in a position that was just as easy to remove.

The handicap made Bardo even more in a good mood.

It's July now, so it's just two years past the count since Bardo went on a journey wishing to serve the Tercians.

Then I met Bari Toad about two months later, so I've been with this priest for less than two years.

Besides, it was only a few days when we were face-to-face.

Yet this person felt like an old friend of the years.

I felt that they thought so too, and I was happy with that.

Tomorrow is finally the day to see King Wendelland.

I don't know what business they called Baldo, but even Baldo had something to say and ask the king.

Wait, my king.

Baldo shuddered as he rubbed.

"No, no.

Nevertheless, I had no idea that that Jurchaga could be held by Sir Lowen.

I've never heard such a funny story. "

There's no point in Bari Toad saying that either.

Bari Toad went to the eastern border of the continent as an angel two years ago, when he was still only a priest of Ping (Hira) and had not held a key position as a pivotal adviser (Sumikomon).

It was Bardo who saved his life by medicating and nursing Bari Toad, who was dying of illness.

The next day, a thief broke into the inn in the line of angels.

I served numb pills and tried to steal away the golden-eyed stuff, but Baldo captured me.

The thief was the Julchaga of the meat clams (Gola Cesara), which began to sell in the area at the time.

Jurchaga, then protruded by the villager, was running around a month later at Bardo's direction.

Bari Toad wondered, but only wondered if Bardo was holding his roots down and listening to what he said.

So when Bardo entered the kingdom of Parzam, I was terribly surprised to learn that Jurchaga was making a statement.

I was even more surprised to hear that Jurchaga was temporarily hired by the Coendella family to become Baldo's enemy, the next to be on his side, and the many adventures he had made since then.

When I heard that Gilchaga accompanied Doriatessa to the Imperial Capital of the Goriola, what a face he faced to the king, and was given the status of quasi aristocrat, I was amazed by all the noodles.

Jurchaga asked Bari Toad to treat himself as a lowlife.

Bari Toad acknowledged this in the face of the prankster himself.

Every day since then, Jurchaga wanders around the king's capital of Parzam with a filthy figure.

Todd, sometimes you don't come home.

It was the House of Toad who was designated as the quarters of the Baldo.

The real name of Senior Priest Bari Toad is Barian Quizigal Toad.

He was the eldest son of the House of Toad, but gave himself to his brother and gave himself to the service of God.

Being a descendant of a highly formatted aristocratic family, I was given a position in the Temple of the (Special Administrative Region), but I dared to enter the Temple of the (Lower City) and run an orphanage.

This Mount Tobacni is a hot spring in its entirety.

Water gushes out here, flowing through the milky rock skin.

The indentation accumulates water, which, when overflowing, flows into the indentation below.

For some reason the water is blue.

Nobles can use Mount Hot Springs for free.

All eight servants now on Baldo and Bali Toad are from the Bali Toad orphanage.

Apparently the most powerful and highest-paid place to work.

The indentation they are wearing is in the highest position near the summit of the mountain.

"If it weren't for this moment, we wouldn't be using the privileges of the Privy Counsel."

And Bari Toad was laughing.

The horse was deposited at the foot and climbed this far with a wheeled beard.

Bardo said he would climb on his own feet, but Bari Toad shook his neck softly to the side.

I see.

Let these people do their job.

The money you get without working is no different than the dust.

If you live by the dust, you can't be proud.

Hmm.

Lord Bari Toad is very kind.

When I drank the second glass of wine, the slab was offered.

On top of it was a plate, which was served with meat and vegetables.

This is the dish I brought from the Tod family.

Looking to the left, Senior Priest Bari Toad was eating the dishes by hand.

I grabbed the meat with my hand.

Mmm!

Mmm!

Cumler.

If it's a strange flavor, I'll make sure you complain.

Bardo was full of hostility and put a piece of meat on his tongue.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

How good is that?

This is cow meat.

It looks raw, but not raw.

Kamler doesn't bother to lunch such things.

The area is probably beside the spine.

But this flavour.

I felt a faint smoke odor as I chewed it off for a while and enjoyed the deep flavor.

So I figured out who this dish was.

He smoked the meat from the side of his spine and cut out only the red part of it.

I regret it, but I can't help but think it's good.

I thought about what to do with my dirty fingers, but when I saw Bari Toad rinsing his fingers with flooded water, I did the same.

2.

Kamler is the cook of the Toad family.

For the nobles, dinner is the same as the battlefield of diplomacy.

The quality of food and liquor is the key to gaining an advantage and securing profit and honor in interacting with other houses.

The culinary head of the nobleman may be called a general on the battlefield of his diplomacy.

Just as a general who can always win on the battlefield is a treasure to the monarch, a skilled cook is a very difficult man.

provided, however, that a prestigious general is not necessarily a personable person.

The sleigh didn't fit with Kamler from the beginning.

Our culinary head is a celebrity, so we can serve any dish you want, told the head of the Todd family, and Bardo wanted a cooking plan mixed with Corcordur raw eggs, if possible.

After a while, Kamler himself, the head cook, showed up in the supper room.

The words were very elegant and polite.

In other words, it was a rhetoric that revolved around, and disrespect itself.

In summary, this is what happens.

Corcordur eggs are a decent ingredient, but I don't know what kind of illness you would get if you ate them raw.

It's about eating bird eggs raw in the first place. It's about what humans do, not about knights.

Cooking and eating the plan with water is the way savages do it, so you shouldn't pee and mouth eating something like that.

Bardo asked me about the dish I wanted to eat until I answered, but I said that I couldn't cook according to my taste at home.

This was a rather lacking word of gratitude to the Lord of the House Toad, but it was the Lord who allowed such disrespect on the part of the culinary head that was rude, Bardo thought.

Kamler replied, smiling lightly.

"No way, no way.

There are no ingredients that cannot be prepared for our house.

Also, I don't think there are dishes that I can't cook on purpose.

We will offer you the best hospitality by listening to your request and giving you an explanation of your taste if you are in the right position. "

That said, Kamler lowered to the cook.

The food soon came out.

First two plates.

A badly conceited plate is served with a bit of cooking.

One is egg dishes.

Stirring through the fire.

But this.

I shrugged with a silver spoon.

No doubt about it.

The chopped magaridake is mixed.

I carried it to my mouth because of the smell.

It's good!

What a delicacy.

Besides, eggs, some parts come through fire, some parts are close to raw, and are already complex and fun.

Nor is the part through the fire stiff at all.

Strangely fluffy, and fragrant.

Oh, and.

What sweetness.

What an aromatic aroma.

I didn't know Corcordur's eggs would give off such a sweet scent.

That's because when I cook this egg, I use an extremely fine bouillet woo, or oil taken from cow's milk, which makes it exquisite to fire.

And it's strange.

On the road from Rhodvan Castle to coming here, I ate many times the dish I baked Corcordur's eggs in Bouillet Woo.

It seems to be a very familiar dish for the nobility of Nakahara.

Bardo found out that Corcordur's egg is a very delicate ingredient for the smell.

The smell of other ingredients quickly shifts.

Even though it's something that's going to shift the unpleasant smell if you mix strong mushrooms of habit (kushi) like Magalidake, it doesn't have that at all.

I grabbed Magalidake and found out why.

Stir-fry the magaridake first and seal the fragrance.

Magalidake is firm and hasn't lost any of its flavor.

Yet the egg that is mixed in is the egg itself.

Regrettably, it's nothing short of brilliant.

Hatefully, the plate next door has a cooking plan on it.

I carried the cooking plan to my mouth with a spoon while I was angry with you that it was barbarian food.

What the hell is this?

The cooking plan is not watery.

Thick, puffy, lumpy, and firm grain by grain.

What a tooth.

Some sweetness to the flavor that stains.

This.

This.

It's not a cooking plan.

Moreover, even though there is not a single piece of meat in it, it has the flavour of broiled meat.

I want to know.

I want to know how to cook.

Ask Kamler.

No.

No, no, no, no.

Keep your head down on him and ask him to teach you.

Until my tongue uncovers the secrets of this dish.

Look, Camlar.

But Baldo's tongue didn't perform as well as Baldo would have expected.

After all, the cooking method remained unclear.

But I didn't need to worry.

After the food went on, Camlar came to explain.

If you want to explain it from there, I have enough weight to ask you, so I listened to the explanation.

The plan was not cooked, but baked, he said.

Add milk oil (bouillet ou) to the baking pan to warm and add the raw plan.

Keep spinning with care not to burn.

Divide into several portions and pour in the foamed milk oil with heat.

Add plenty of kiyup oil to another baking pan and heat.

Smoke the beef splash there and gently add the outer part to remove the fragrance.

The meat will be pulled up, and half of the baking plan that I started making first will be transferred to this pan for a firm aroma.

Finally, quickly stir the plans of the two pans.

This is how that simple and complex baking plan was completed.

I ate this with the egg magaridake. The yummy was extraordinary.

I mean, this can't be a kind of egg hanging plan after all.

Several plates of food after that were all excellent.

And what I learned is that Camlar is really skillful at using milk oil.

The milk oil is something special.

Kamler told the cow he chose to feed only certain determined grasses.

Moreover, they are changing the addition and subtraction of milk oil due to cooking.

But the most surprising thing came at the end.

After the dish, I brought you tight ice cream, Kamler said.

I've never even heard the word "ice confectionery" or anything like that.

There's something a little bit like a small bun on a terribly small plate.

Bardo will never forget the shock when he shrugged it into his mouth with a small spoon served.

The dish was literally ice.

It is this mid-summer.

It's not just ice.

It was heavenly sweet dew that smelled and hardened snowy ice with some fruit delicacies.

Its soothing, supreme delicacies melt in your mouth and the joy of slipping down your throat resembles nothing you've ever known.

Bardo almost cried unexpectedly.

This is where I don't know how good it is.

There must still be good things in this world that I don't know about.

The joy of knowing the breadth of the world filled my chest.

Seeing Bardo's face flashing, he had a nasty laugh and Camlar thanked him and stepped back.

This is what happened the first night Bardo stayed at the Toad family.

From this day on, the struggle between Bardo and Kamler began.

The result is Bardo's total defeat of all battles.

There was this exchange on the third night.

This is what Baldo said to Camlar, who appeared in the description of the dish.

All the food in this house is good, but the bread alone has to be.

Left Rhode Van Castle to rent accommodation in numerous mansions through a number of countries, but all the bread was very delicious.

Compared to that, the bread of the Toad family felt a little falling.

Kamler said this in such a way as to teach the child:

"Dear Bardo Lowen,

You can make as much as you want, such as good bread.

But bread to accompany dishes should not be too delicious.

May I?

Earlier meat dishes were very flavourful meats and were served with an unbeatable strong sauce.

If you serve bread that beats the taste of that meat and sauce, the taste of the meat will be blurred.

That's not good bread.

But what kind of bread is good bread?

No matter how habitual the fish or strong seasoned meat is, I just ate a slice of that bread, my mouth washed clean, my tongue regained sensitivity and the next bite tasted fresh itself.

That's the good bread.

That's not all.

If you eat the juice out of the ingredients on that bread, you can taste the true delicacy of the ingredients.

Without interrupting or killing ingredients, hiccups, pulls out and gives them the best flavor.

That's the good bread.

Let's play a different role in swords and shields.

You say the bread is not good enough for dinner, the same way you say the shield is not sharp enough.

Children will laugh at you if you say so, so it's up to you to dare (ah) say so in your honor.

Most of all, I'm still in the middle of training, and I won't be able to handle the kind of bread that the gods eat in Gardegat Lyen.

If you don't like it, please forgive me. "

It seems to be a snare, not at all.

The fact that it may not extend to bread in heaven is the same as saying that there is no more bread on earth.

But if you look back, it's true that Camlar's bread is that kind of bread.

This place can only be about Camlar winning.

Moreover, angrily, thanks to this Camlar teachings, it is possible to taste the meal in greater depth from the next day.