61 59 Night of Return (2/2)
”Ugh!
”Kanpai!
”Cheers!”
”Campaign”
”Bring more booze!
”Bring it in a barrel!
”Ha ha!
”Drink, drink!
”Come on! Come on!
That's exactly what the dong chan noise is. You just want to drink francs.
”Fran, are you drinking?
”Mmm.”
”This isn't juice! Something better.”
”This is Amanda! What are you trying to make me drink?
”What... it's just wheat juice!
”Here you go.”
”No!
”Uh, no. Just a little bit.”
”Kechi”
”Not if you can't. I'll take this.”
”Ooh! Mr. Nell, have a good drink!
”Color Pee!
”That's fun! Fran!”
”Mmm.”
Well, Fran looks like he's having fun, okay?
In the end, the drinks lasted until everyone was crushed, and it was time for Fran to come back to his room with a change of date. Ursi seems to have fallen asleep in Fran's shadow.
”Are you all right?
”Mmm.”
I didn't drink it directly, but the smell was full. Did you get a little drunk because of the atmosphere? Toxic resistance doesn't prevent alcohol.
”Tamabu”
”Right.”
”Mmm.”
”Are you hungry now?
If I'm full, I'll do it after I wake up.
”I'm free. Curry?”
'That's not curry for now. Wait a minute...... All right, you've changed the date.'
There is a clock in this inn room. In fact, it was common as a demonic prop and did not seem expensive. Most places have a wall clock indicating the approximate time. However, I've never seen a watch, so it doesn't seem to be miniaturized.
And I have a proper calendar, and I have a calendar. According to that, a month is 30 days, but only once every three months, they have a special day. It says feast day or something. Thank you, it seems that the spring, summer, autumn and winter seasons are separated by feast days. Therefore, it will be one season in the 91 days of the 30th, 30th and 31st, and one year in the 364 days that the four seasons will tour. Because now, it was March 18th.
”Well, here you go”
”? What? Sweet smell.”
”It's pancakes. I really wanted to prepare a decorative cake, but I couldn't because of time, ingredients and skills. So at least take this one.”
”Why? Some kind of celebration?
'Whoa. It's just been a month since we met. So, I was wondering if I could do something. I made it.'
Actually, it was tough. I used my split-creation skills to sneak around a lot. Since split creation is still at level 1, it can only be used for 5 minutes a day. A maximum of 15 minutes was the limit of activity, even with unlimited stats of separation and excessive magic with wizard skills.
Anticipating when Fran falls asleep, he only sneaks out his identities. At first I asked the innkeeper to install a promise to lend me the kitchen. They told me I had to stay, so I rented one room for nothing.
The ingredients were distracted by a recent buyout. All we had to do was use split creation for 15 minutes each night to go a little further. Separate the milk and make the raw cream, or try cutting the fruit with decorations.
And a few days before the dungeon left, I even kept prototyping, and in only 15 minutes a day, I've been studying how to bake and how long to bake. It was a hell of a fight.
Moreover, it was difficult to make a decent dish because the level of cooking had dropped to 1 during the use of split creation. I can taste it for once, but the flesh functions dull, and the taste is dull. Meaningless! And they use magic the other way around to digest what they eat, a vicious circle that the more they taste, the shorter the limit of activity.
Considering when people see us, there's no reason not to use split creation. Well, it didn't work out, so I ended up cooking costly in the main unit. You've never used signs before.
”This, a cake for me?
”Ooh.”
Dear this surprise. Looks like Fran didn't even notice. Surprise success!
”Eat me.”
”Mmm. I'll have it.”
On top of a two-tiered pancake, plenty of raw cream and syrup are hung and coloured with fruit. Fran used a fork, cut the pancakes apart and slowly carried them to his mouth with the raw cream.
Moggy, moggy.
”What do you say?
”Yummy. So yummy”
Moggy, moggy, moggy, moggy.
Good. You seem to like it. Fran is silent, just eating pancakes.
”Look, it's sticky around your mouth.”
”Mmm.”
”Okay, okay, it's beautiful.”
”Thanks.”
Moggy, moggy.
”Oh, get dirty again!
”I can't let this cake taste good”
”Yes, sir.”
Fran is silent again. He didn't say a word and ate all the pancakes.
”Welcome”
”Thank you very much.”
”Hey, master?
”What?
”Thanks.”
”Ooh.”
That smile paid off enough.