Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Shami noticed the Tablet Spirit’s eyes were filled with tears looking at him.
"It’s just a barbecue, no need to cry, right?"
Lureya quickly blinked and retracted the mist in front of her eyes.
"There’s wind. The Elf Race is sensitive from body to emotions, so when the wind blows, I think of sad things."
"..."
Shami thought about it and decided not to argue with the Tablet Spirit.
After all, the sensitivity of the Elf Race is known across the entire continent.
It’s said that just blowing hot air directly at a female elf’s pointed ears can make her softly collapse, losing all strength, her face flushed.
Shami looked at the white pointed ears of the Tablet Spirit in front of him.
Of course, he wouldn’t personally verify such rumors.
"I’ll help too!"
Lureya revived, energetically raised her hands, and ca to Shami’s side.
"You seem really passionate, elf. Earlier, you said you wanted to play in the city for a while, I was thinking I might have to leave the ingredients I just bought with the tavern owner for him to help refrigerate them and eat them another day when there’s ti."
Noticing the Tablet Spirit’s hair even spiked high, Shami recalled the lifeless look it had earlier and couldn’t help but remark.
Lureya couldn’t help but glare at Shami.
Don’t ntion that! Do you know my low mood was because of you, you jerk!
"You should’ve told earlier. Knowing you were going to make barbecue, I wouldn’t have been lazy staying in such a place..."
"I thought it was just an ordinary al. There can’t really be soone who keeps anticipating and being obsessed with such formal celebration segnts, right?"
Shami pinched his chin with his fingers, looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle, showing a contemplative expression.
Lureya’s heart was poked, her eyebrows gathered anger and rose slightly, after a mont, her grasping hands slowly loosened and she endured it.
"Not at all, not at all."
Today the weather is nice, Fess Kingdom’s four seasons have distinctive characteristics, and the climate is stable. Unlike so extre regions with either perpetual snowstorm or no rain all year, or weather changes multiple tis a day.
It’s currently spring, beams of sunlight fell into the woods, the edge of the clear small lake, a wisp of smoke slowly rose into the sky.
Setting the charcoal in place, putting a barbecue rack on top, and preparing the needed barbecue seasoning, Shami nearly completed his part.
Lureya was responsible for washing the ingredients, and soon finished.
"Alright, let’s start~"
Lureya held the ingredients and returned to the barbecue pile, and found Shami had already made two decent little stools with tree branches.
"Impressive."
"Humph. You think my max-level villager skills are just for show?"
"Don’t be so proud! You never showed such a pleased expression when creating monsters!"
The two sat by the charcoal fire, Shami was in charge of grilling, and Lureya handed things over.
"Actually, I’ve tried grilling fish and at myself before. But the Elf Race is always used to the fruits and vegetables from the Elf Forest, basically no culinary skills have been passed down. I made food with no flavor at all. Then I never tried again."
Looking at the juicy at, corn, mushrooms on the grill, Lureya couldn’t help recalling that past.
"That was five years ago... Now that I think about it, seems like it happened just yesterday... But the feeling of eating at for the first ti was quite surprising, like the first tide... Can you understand?"
"Impossible to understand! Sothing from five years ago has long been expelled from my body through bowel movents! Also, your analogy is too weird!"
"So that’s it. This is the difference between humans and the Elf Race. The lifespan of humans is too short, sotis they can’t truly understand the Elf Race."
Lureya placed her hands on the sides of the small stool, lightly tapping her feet together.
This is totally unrelated...
Shami suspiciously looked at the Tablet Spirit.
"By the way, how old are you?"
Lureya furrowed her brows: "Asking a girl’s age directly? Well, you can guess."
Saying that, Lureya aligned her legs, brushed her golden bangs and suddenly sat properly.
"Two hundred years old?"
".... Try again."
"Three hundred years old?"
"That’s nonsense! The average lifespan of elves is only five hundred years, a three hundred-year-old female elf would already be a middle-aged aunt with wrinkles on her forehead!"
"Who knows if the Elf Race always looks the sa!"
Shami flipped the barbecue while voicing his doubt.
"How can that be? Fine, for the sake of the barbecue, I’ll reluctantly tell you the answer."
Lureya gently placed her small hand on her negligible chest.
"I’m only 79 years old this year. If humans could live to 100 years and use that to recalculate, I’m probably around 15, 16 years old. But the youth growth speed and elder aging speed of the Elf Race are faster than humans. Using that combined calculation, I should be like 17 years, still in school. The Elf Race’s school is very different from what you think. Most elves enter Elf School at birth, receiving socialized upbringing. But not . When I was 1 year old..."
"The barbecue is ready. Let’s eat quickly."
Feeling like there were a lot of entanglents, Shami hurriedly said.
"Hey, don’t cut off!"
"Who wants to listen, hurry and feed . The stories from 79 years ago would go on forever!"
Shami showed a disinterested expression for listening to stories.
"At least listen to 20 years, well, I finally want to talk about my childhood."
Lureya rarely felt like sharing childhood thoughts.
"A 20-year childhood mory is on the sa level as an old lady’s bound foot cloth! Tell when I have insomnia."
Shami picked up a piece of barbecue at, quickly stuffing it into Lureya’s mouth as she opened it.
"Ah ah... Yum!"
The blonde girl who wanted to protest mumbled twice, then her eyes brightened, as her cheeks puffed and moved.
"Delicious! Better than what you brought at night before!"
"Of course."
These barbecue sauces were secret recipes Shami developed when he ran a barbecue stall at night to supplent research expenses before coming here.
It’s a secret recipe sauce that can sell out 9,000 yen in one night, how could it not be delicious?
"Then I won’t hold back!"
The food on the barbecue rack was mostly cooked, Lureya did what she said, and with chopsticks quickly put the food Shami grilled into her mouth one by one.
While calling out hot, she picked up more barbecue.
"Eat slowly."
"Oh... Here you go... Fruit pulp wine from the Elf Forest... Eat together..."
Lureya took out two bottles of refined fruit pulp wine from the Storage Space, giving one to Shami.
Taking a sip, Shami thought it was nice, low in alcohol content, more like juice.
On the other side, the Tablet Spirit was using both hands to grab barbecue, no ti for drinks.
Shami opened a bottle and handed it over.
"Tha-thank you..." Lureya took it, raised the bottle to Shami, showing a long overdue smile: "To celebrate defeating Cash, cheers!"
Shami frowned.
"You are indeed the type who most anticipates celebration banquets."
"Stop nagging!"
[Favorability 10]
[Favorability 10]
[Favorability 10]
[Favorability: 50]
Favorability suddenly increased a lot.
Shami gazed at the Tablet Spirit who was enjoying the barbecue and fell into contemplation.
It’s just a barbecue, yet the favorability increased more than saving her in battle.
So profound, Tablet Spirit.
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