Chapter 117

Chapter 117: 117

“I really didn’t know we’d all be together”\n

All of Mr. Seiselk and the others are seated at the table.

I’m supposed to be working in a different place in the organization’s investigation, but as I indicated, I’m back at about the same time.

Mr. Ratlua was laughing bitterly, so maybe he did something.

I’m going to finish my dinner with a little shuddering.

Braised dish with plenty of cheese on the stew of thoma and meat today.

Mr Seiselk and Mr Ratlua seem quite happy.

Steamed dish with meat slightly larger than a bite size in a basket filled with leafy vegetables.

I prepared a spicy sauce for this.

Mr. Nouga is intrigued by the steaming dishes.

Salad filled with potatoes with water and crushed objects, seasoned with dark eyes, cooked and mixed with meat cut into small pieces and eggs with water.

The raw vegetable salad was served with crushed black bread, and the salad sauce was hung.

“You failed?

Turning his gaze to Mr. Sifal’s words, he is referring to black bread.

Apparently, he thought it was burnt bread.

“No, I’m not. I wanted to make a little difference in texture, so I put it in.”

“Heh. Looks like you kind of blew it off.”

That’s Mr. Sifal.

Seems like a lot of things are spotted, it makes me laugh bitterly.

He nods eating a raw vegetable salad when he gently strokes his pom pom and head.

“This is funny”

Apparently, he liked it.

“Hey Nooga! Don’t hold me in and eat me!

Seeing Mr. Nouga in Mr. Borolda’s words, he is holding a basket of steamed dishes and eating them.

Looks like Mr. Borolda is trying to take that up.\n

“Um, I’m almost done steaming the other one.”

“Hmm? Is there more?

“Yes.”

Mr. Nouga loves the spicy flavor on the meat.

Together, I know that my appetite will increase more than usual.

So I only made steamed dishes twice as much as usual.

It should be time for the second round to steam up.

I’ll go check on the meat on the cooking table.

“Smells good”

Watching you do it, Mr. Low Creek shows his face from behind.

I was sitting next to Mr. Nuga, so he probably hasn’t been eaten at all.

“It seems to be okay now.”

“Can I take it?

“Yes. Be careful because it’s hot. I’ll take the sauce.”

Mr. Low Creek sat away from Mr. Nouga as he happily carried his basket onto a large plate to the table.

When I took the sauce, the others appreciated it very much.

I guess it’s hard to take the meat away from Mr. Nooga.

When I look at Mr. Nuga, Mr. Cifal is cleverly taking meat from Mr. Nuga’s basket.

… That’s what I can do because it’s Mr. Schiffer.

Not everyone can do it.

“Is Ivy eating properly, too?

When I sit in a chair, Mr. Ratlua gives me a potato salad mixed with meat.

“Thank you. I’m eating well.”

I tried my best to eat lunch and my taste when I seasoned it made me quite full.

I didn’t mean to taste so much. \nMaybe I couldn’t have eaten 3 prue fruits.

Eat your own plate salad and watch the large plate go empty.

That’s crazy, I made quite a few of them.

Thought it would be for tomorrow morning if I stayed……

“Were you hungry?

Speak up to Mr. Sifal, who was enjoying tea after one meal.

Mr. Sifal is as quick to finish eating as Mr. Ratlua is to Mr. Seiselk, isn’t he?

I’ve heard that breakfast is bad for you… but you don’t seem to have anything to do with Mr. Sifal.

“Have you heard about tomorrow?

Tomorrow is about Count Faltria, isn’t it?

“Yes.”

“Yes. You haven’t had lunch today because you’ve been bummed all along by confirming the evidence you’ve collected and confirming tomorrow’s movements. That’s why I was so hungry.”

“Were you?”

“Hey, don’t say it like everyone’s out of noon. You and Nuga would have eaten well.”

I’m somewhat convinced by Mr. Borolda’s words.

Neither Mr. Schiffer nor Mr. Nouga have eyes to lose.

“Eh, I didn’t have more time than usual, so I couldn’t eat well.”

To Mr. Sifal’s words, Mr. Borolda with an indescribable expression.

Probably eaten less than usual but normally.

What do you care? Mr. Sifal ate a lot with Mr. Nouga.

It seems that Mr. Borolda gave up with a big sigh.

I do think it takes a lot of courage to beat Mr. Sifal by mouth.

Or ready.

Either way, you should stop in tired conditions.

\n“Is that it? No? Because it seemed like she liked to cook and tried many different cooking methods. I thought the goal was the store.”

“Oh, no, you’re not. I just like to cook.”

“Really? What a waste.”

I’m glad you said that.

But I told you how to make it.

If this opens a store, I’m going to feel like I’m doing something wrong.

I guess that’s a bit of a mental shy.

“That’s right, Ivy. Sorry.”

Suddenly, for some reason, Mr. Ratlua apologizes.

My hand stops trying to prepare soup for breakfast.

I twist my neck, but there should have been nothing to apologize to him for.

It makes me think a lot, but I still don’t get it.

“Uh, what is it?

I can’t think of anything, so I’ll ask.

“I spoke to the slave trader.”

…… eh!

How far is the story going in Mr. Ratlua?

I need to stop for a second.

“That was… not all the slave traders in this town because they were involved in the organization!

Wow.

I don’t know about that either, but for now I’m glad the slaves aren’t ready while I don’t know.

… Good for you, huh?

Or did you not want all the slave traders?

That’s amazing, too.