Magical Device Craftsman Dahlia Won’t Hang Her Head Down Anymore

"It's time to go to lunch. Do you want something to eat?

Just leaving the coffee shop, Wolfe asked, and Dalya thought only a little.

Actually, there are some things I want to eat and drink, but I wonder what it would be like to be a single woman and what Wolfe would accept.

But the stray quickly swept away.

I decided to eat what I wanted and drink what I wanted.

If Wolf disagrees, you just have to think about it then.

"Is there a Yale in a stall in the Central District?

"Nice. The weather is nice, and I agree with you."

He gave me a big laugh and nod.

Take the carriage back to the Central District and head to the nearby park.

Around the park, stalls line from noon until around dinner. Many houses in Wangdu offer lunch and dinner in stalls.

Seasons and weather are good today, especially when it comes to making money. Shops lined up tightly by the park.

Each stall puts out a flag with the names of dishes and goods for sale in a vertical cloth, red, white, blue, yellow, green, purple and colorfully caught in the wind.

Some stalls sell on trays, with wine on ale, fruit juice, various kinds of breads, cut fruits, skewers, fish skewers, crepe-like items, sausages and salami, and shredded cheese as a set.

Other than food, there were also shops selling cheap accessories, handkerchiefs, smell bags and other small items.

It's after noon so it's not that crowded, but there's some flow of people.

There are likely to be many travellers coming from other countries for tourism. A rare costume man goes too far in a group.

Birds chirping in the green trees in the park, the stirring of people, and the call of stalls. In the mixed sounds, the fragrant smell of cooking and the sweet aroma of fruit flow into the wind. Just a little, the wind is hot.

"Wolf, do you like Porketta? Have you ever eaten?

"I've never seen a stall one before. That smells delicious."

"Well, I'll buy you two servings"

"Well, I'll get you two ales."

Porketta in the stall was Dahlia's father's favorite.

Porketta is a medium sized pork bone stuffed with a variety of vegetables and herbs and roasted all over.

In the stall, I can slice it thin and put about two pieces on the plate like a ham or a chashu. Cook on the outside in a sticky brown, moist meat whites inside. What an appetite for that contrast of colour.

I've only eaten at Italian restaurants twice in my previous life, but this stall porquetta feels flavorful.

When I first ate it, I imagined a low-moisture chashu, but if I get used to it, it tastes good with bread and alcohol. It is also interesting that the flavors change greatly from store to store due to differences in stuffing and spices.

While Darya was buying porquetta at the stall, Wolfe bought a white ale. I have the biggest size cup in both hands one at a time.

"Darya, do you like Cresperre?

"Yes, I like it"

"Well, let's buy this one too"

Cresperre bakes a slightly thicker, firm crepe, and then squarely wraps the finely chopped vegetables and meat sautéed, the seafood sautéed, etc., along with plenty of sauce. You can choose from sauces such as salt pepper, ketchup and fish soy sauce and enjoy a number of combinations.

"I'm sautéed with vegetables and meat with salt and pepper. And Darya?"

"Seafood with fish and soy sauce please"

The stall clerk, when he received the price, rolled me in a cup of equipment on the spot.

The smell of roasted meat and seafood, the smell of sauce burning. What an appetizing breeze.

The table near the stall was also empty, but the sun was strong, so I chose a bench that was shaded by trees in the park.

Wolf finally takes off his cape there. The sweat was badly wet on the back of my shirt.

"Let's start with ale"

As Darya lined up the dishes and ales in the middle of the bench, Wolfe took the detoxification ring out of her chest pocket.

"I'm sorry. When we dine together, I want you to put it on if you can. I don't think so, just in case it's for me and I can put it in your cooking."

"Wolfe doesn't want a detoxification ring?

"Oh, I don't want me. I'm generally used to eating things, and I also wear anklets."

I talk casually, but it's quite a scary topic. Darya recognises once again that the man in front of her is noble.

"Well, I'll borrow it"

"You can confirm the grant for research purposes. If you break it, you can buy another one."

Hearing that word, I'm starting to feel like I'm about to give you a ring to confirm the grant for a reason, rather than detoxify the dish.

In the first place, if it's possible to be targeted, Wolfe won't walk effortlessly by herself, and I wonder if the Count family will let him.

Perhaps we should return it when the relationship begins to alienate, or send it to Master Volfredo Scalfalotto in the barracks.

"Thank you, I'll borrow it"

Though honestly received, Darya tilts her neck.

"Excuse me. Which finger do you normally wear a detoxification ring?

"If you're a knight, it's either your index finger, your middle finger, or your pharmacopoeia."

"Is it because the sword makes it hard to hold?

"Yeah, there's that, too, because in battle, you have a higher chance of losing your opponent"

It was truly a reason to be scared.

Look at your left finger and match the gold ring. The size is slightly adjustable, so I tried to match it with my solid middle finger somehow.

"I remember. The royal alchemist often wears a ring on his middle finger on his left hand. Is it the same for a magic conductor?

"I don't think the Magic Instructor means everything, but I was taught by my father not to do grant-based accessories when making Magic Instructors. Because even a little magic affects the finish."

"I see. Are they different?"

Talking, I finally toasted with a white ale.

The white ale was a little warm, but the carbonation was high and the taste was sweet with orange peel. What a thank you for your thirsty throat.

It's a wooden cup that contains this ale, but when I buy it first with alcohol and return it after I finish drinking it, it's a mechanism that returns every half coin. I think it's a good recycling system.

"Delicious. I might prefer this porquetta over the store"

Wolfe hits the porquetta and the white ale is soggy.

Apparently he likes the clear taste of salt and spiciness.

"Good. It was my father's favorite, so I started eating a lot too. When I first came to eat, I was a child, so I was half crying."

"Did you hit the spicy flavor store?

"No, there was a bake in the store, and it still had a head and legs on it"

"Oh, that's surprising..."

That impact was amazing.

When I was little, roasted round roasted pigs, it looked big.

It was delicious when I ate it with my eyes closed, even though it was half crying, so it flowed into the water in time.

With a crespele of fish soy sauce in his hand on the seafood, Darya places a cup of wood once.

I looked in a different direction from Wolfe and did not hesitate to eat with a big mouthful. Flavour and aroma of seafood coming out of the inside, flavour of fish soy sauce that comes just a little behind. There is no raw odor at all, so fragrant.

The skinned part of Cresperre tastes delicious with its edges and just a little saltiness. I could have eaten just this.

"This one tastes good too."

"Yeah, it's delicious"

Sweaty cheerfulness, but ale and snacks outdoors are a good smudge.

I feel like I've never had a meal this easy in the past year.

In retrospect, Tobias didn't really like street food, picnics, etc.

At some point, I shy away from everything I wanted to go with him. I don't want him to do it. I never wanted him to do it.

After reluctance, some of me wanted you to guess somewhere. I can't wait to dislike that now.

A pale dream that a good family could be built if we got married - now it's just a story of relaxation.

"Thinking?"

He was holding his hand. Darya pretended to have a dark idea.

"Yeah... it's a nice park, and I thought Yale and street food were happy."

"Yeah, I think so too. And I'm distressed by whether to add another glass of that happiness as a red ale"

"I want a drink, too, so I'll get some"

"No, I'm coming."

Tell Wolf I tried to get up, because I want to see something else for a second, and I manage to make him sit down.

It is not numbing to put on the black cape again in this heat.

I'll be right back.

With his handbag aside, Darya headed to the stall, hissing quickly.

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