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”... you got a little soggy. Let's prepare a meal.”
”Can I have it, too?
”Well, I'll make it special for you”
Alistair stands up deliberately in a bright voice. Plus Ground Lars and Fran continued. It feels like each one of you has read the air.
”Who will prepare it?
”It's a golem. I have the type of food I can cook.”
Golem cooking? That's novel.
”Delicious?
”... well, that's pretty good”
When Fran turns his gaze to Ground Lars, it is the answer. I'm telling you, it doesn't look very tasty. He also felt sensitive to Fran.
”It's hard to prepare now. You can eat this.”
”Hmm. Are you storing your making and putting away in space-time magic? Good use.”
”Mm-hmm. You can always freshly cook the best food and eat”
”Still, this guy looks delicious”
”It's curry, the strongest dish”
It was the curry pan that Fran took out. Arrange deep dishes for rice earthen pots and curries on the table as well.
”Here's this on this plate, here's the thing”
”Whatever the shade, you smell good. Can I have a pair of balls, too?
”Of course. And then put this and this and this, and it's done”
What Fran took out even more additionally was his favorite topping recently. It was a pickle that looked just like the Fukugami pickle I discovered and purchased in Barbora, fried onions in crispy, plus boiled eggs.
Alistair and the others imitated Fran and included Curry in their dreaded mouths. I couldn't hear the word ”delicious,” but I can tell if you like it or not by looking at its implication. Instead, he was too obsessed with eating curry to speak up.
Both Fran and Ursi, who had Fran approximate the curry in a super grand sumptuous manner, silently begin to draw the curry in. For a while there was only the sound of chewing curry in the room and a dish called kachakacha and a spoon bumping into each other.
In just 5 minutes, the super oversized curry pan has been emptied. But I didn't expect to behave sparingly with this special curry made with plenty of warcraft meat...... Fran seems to like these two a lot.
Groundlers with a grumpy stomach pound their own abdomen to give them a whiff. Hmm, nasty. It's bad for Fran's education. Oh, this is Ursi! Don't imitate pussy!
”Phew. It was delicious. It's probably been a long time since I've had anything so delicious.”
”Me too. Where'd you get that?
Oh, you thought I was messing with something I bought at some restaurant.
”Made by Master”
”Ho.”
”Who's the master? Are you Miss Fran's master?
(Master, okay?
Fran looks at me chilling. Looks like you want to reveal me to Earthlers. Again, he liked this guy.
”I've been saying this for a long time, but if Fran wants to tell me, I don't mind.”
”Mm. Master”
”... what? What happened to that sword?
”Hi, I'm a master of Intelligence Weapon. I need to know you. '
”Hey, hey, is the sword talking?
You're surprised as Ground Lars is about to slip off his chair. What did the owner of the Divine Sword think he was, but if he saw a talking sword, wouldn't he be surprised?
Afterwards, Fran and Alistair explained me to Earthlers. I've got a scratch on your name, and Earthlers is looking at me with interest.
Nevertheless, you accepted me faster than you could have imagined. Is there still only the use of the Divine Sword and its resistance to strange swords?