The Archmage’s Restaurant

# 126

Chapter.30 Watch

This time, I remember Rurin’s reaction when the sauna was first revealed. It looked like a puppy that couldn’t adapt to the thick steam and was startled and wary.

“What on earth is this?”

This was Rurin’s first line when she first entered the sauna. At the same time, he waves his hands wildly in an attempt to clear away the thick steam.

“Don’t stir it up like that. “That’s a good deal for your skin.”

“Is this what you mean?”

When I told him the truth, he looked shocked, stopped his hands, opened his mouth, and tried to swallow the steam.

“Whoa, it’s hot!”

“No, it’s good for your skin, but eating it doesn’t make it better?”

“Then what is it?”

“Give it to your skin. On your skin, literally on your skin. All you have to do is sit quietly like me and bask in the steam.”

“Oh oh? “Is your skin really getting better?”

At the same time, a memory of how cute her eyes were shining flashed by.

Of course, Lulin is now completely used to the sauna and has no reaction whatsoever.

“You… ! Hi-Hi.”

At first, he was sitting awkwardly because he was intimidated by the heat, but now he lies down on my thigh and giggles as soon as I come in.

If you do that, you will soon start sweating. Lurin doesn’t pay attention to the sweat and plays with me by poking my stomach.

Then, sweat begins to form on Rurin’s lips.

Oh wait. Come to your senses.

Suddenly my thoughts went in a strange direction. After pressing my face with both hands, I shook my head and stood up.

At the same time, Lurin, who was lying on her thighs, also raises her head.

“Where are you going?”

“Go get something to eat.”

“Anything to eat?”

“Just stay here.”

Soon I returned with smoked eggs and cider. Since ancient times, when talking about saunas and bathhouses, eggs and cider are the obvious names.

Similarly, in Japan, where bathing culture is developed, eggs with uncooked yolks seem to be popular, but in Korea, baked eggs such as elvanseok eggs are the representative of jjimjilbang.

Of course, the eggs mentioned here refer to Palenque’s eggs. For convenience, it is called an egg.

After building a sauna, Lurin shows a brief interest in the first food introduced and then lies down again.

“Is this delicious if you eat it while sweating?”

“Well, it’s not that it’s not delicious, but that doesn’t mean it’s a great meal!”

What Lulin knows is a boiled egg and this is a baked egg.

I thrust a peeled black egg into Lulin’s mouth, who ignored the egg.

The round egg goes halfway into Lulin’s mouth and stops.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, so just eat it.”

When I let him sit up, he reached out and picked up an egg and looked at it with a curious expression.

“Why is this guy black? “It’s rotten.”

“No? That’s because it’s baked. “Roasted.”

“Wow, it’s not white.”

Rurin bit off half of the egg with her mouth open, looking like she was trying a new food.

“This one seems a little more chewy than the just boiled one.”

“yes? Now, eat this too.”

And held out a can of cider. Then Lurin opens the cider.

But it soon became a disaster.

Fusuyuyuyuuk!

The cider must have been shaken when they brought it in, so as soon as they opened the can, the cider shot up.

While looking at the fountain, Lulin got hit in the face with cider and went berserk.

“Why do foods keep attacking me?”

Fortunately, there is a bathroom next door, so washing up is not difficult. I go to the bathroom and rinse the dragon, which is stomping around angrily, here and there.

He keeps raising his hands and making noises, but when I wash him and put him back in the sauna, he soon calms down.

This time, I held out the cider with the cap properly opened.

“Fuhahaha!”

As if feeling unfair at being attacked, Rurin began eating eggs more aggressively.

Eat well. Eat well.

Chew the egg and pierce the throat with cider. Literally cider for a stuffy throat.

Lulin repeated the action and stopped only after forgetting three smoked eggs. I also forgot two and left the eggs and cider cans to the Luruns to clean up.

“Now that we’ve had something to eat, shall we make a bet to see who can hold out longer?”

“Hold on for a long time?”

“Okay, now I’m going to tell the Luruns to raise the temperature. You make a bet by chopping more firewood. “If you’re scared, give up now.”

“Is that so? you are a fool Of course I win.”

“Our Lulin is impatient, so of course I will win.”

“you! “Who heard that nonsense?”

“Isn’t that what you heard? “My experience?”

Lulin shook his head furiously. The trademark is to deny it unconditionally and then wave it away.

But contrary to what I thought, our fight started to escalate into a so-called dog fight.

Rurin has no intention of leaving and is sitting very still in silence, showing great patience today.

I put my head down and endure the heat.

Looking at that, I thought that if we held on any longer, we might end up with health problems for both of us.

But since I couldn’t declare defeat, I thought of another way.

“Then from now on, there will be a post-blow.”

“After blowing?”

“It’s like this.”

Rurin looks at me with a red, sweaty face. Of course, I’m not red because I’m embarrassed in my current state.

I lightly breathed into Rurin’s eyes.

“Kyahahaha! It tickles you! What is this? “This is not an attack.”

And when I let my guard down like that, I blew a whoop into my ear. Then he looks at me, startled.

“Huh? “Something got hotter and hotter.”

Rurin, perhaps feeling aggrieved by being bullied, follows suit and attempts to attack me.

Of course I avoided it. Rurin begins to twist her body wildly. It seemed as if breathing into his ear had sparked something.

I suddenly started to lose patience.

“Lurin, do you know that?”

“What! “Don’t talk to me, it’s unbearable!”

“Is it bad for your skin if it stays for too long?”

“… … .”

“you.”

“huh?”

“Sagikkuuun!”

Rurin grabbed my head, shook it wildly, and started running outside.

“I don’t want my skin to get worse!”

“Go out and splash cold water!”

Anyway, it’s a win. Hehehe.

But it’s hot.

It’s kind of a vain victory.

I also followed Lulin outside.

***

A village newly settled by dwarves.

This is a village made with money earned from me by building rares.

Thanks to this, it was rumored that it was a good place to live, and dwarves who had lived in other places gathered there, and now they are living in a fairly large village.

I immediately asked the dwarf chieftain to introduce me to a dwarf who had the greatest skill and wisdom among the nearby dwarves.

Information was available immediately.

And now we have arrived at the small house in the forest where the dwarf lives.

It took a considerable amount of time to search, like looking for a needle in a forest. This is almost the level of seclusion.

From what I heard from the chief, he was a dwarf who was quite old.

“Maybe I won’t do you a favor, but please come and meet me first. “He is the most skilled.”

These were the words the chieftain left me.

Does not being able to do a favor mean that you have an eccentric personality?

Still, I think a craftsman can’t help but be curious about the rice cake I hand him.

“Anyway, do dwarves end up in places like this whenever they’re looking for something?”

“That’s right.”

Lurin was sobbing with an annoying gesture.

Still, it doesn’t fall from behind me even if I die. I held the back of my clothes and writhed. I’m walking as if I’m about to collapse.

There is absolutely no way that would happen because the dragon lacks physical strength. I guess that’s just an expression that the situation itself is annoying and a threat.

If that’s the case, just telling them to stay at rare won’t work. It’s still a mystery why he was able to disappear from my side so coolly during the Eucharist ceremony.

Of course I realized.

If Rurin doesn’t cling to me like this, I’m the one who gets more restless.

It’s a funny relationship.

“Are you there? Mr. Randol of the dwarves?”

I called out to the dwarf in front of the thatched house in the forest that was collapsing. But there is no answer.

The fence is wide open. As I sneaked inside, I saw that the same dwarf, with his shoulders wide open and his large buttocks and short stature, had collapsed in the yard.

I was surprised and came closer.

But soon a murmur is heard.

“Alcohol is good. “I like alcohol.”

And next to it are countless liquor jars. The smell of alcohol lingers in the air since midday.

The dwarf was drinking while lying down. Even though dwarves are a race that likes alcohol, this is too much.

Lurin doesn’t even approach the dwarf at all, but instead sits on a stone far away, holding her nose, swinging her legs and looking this way.

As long as you follow me, I won’t disturb you. Unless something gets on her nerves, Lulin is basically in bystander mode. Of course, what goes against that nerve is very subjective, so the problem is that it changes from time to time.

Anyway, Lurin took advantage of the quiet moment and called the dwarf.

“Are you Randall?”

“Randol and all! alcohol! alcohol… Ugh, alcohol.”

Randol lay down in that position and placed his hand on the liquor jar again. So I took the liquor jar away. Whether it’s a conversation or something, I think I’ll die if I continue in this state.

“What! Sooooul! alcohol! The alcohol is gone! alcohol!”

Conversation doesn’t work. I wasn’t even aware of my existence.

I was in bystander mode, but perhaps out of frustration, Rurin approaches me again. And kicks the dwarf.

Whoa!

The dwarf stopped searching for alcohol and fainted.

“You damn bastard must be taken down. Only then will you come to your senses and wake up.”

Cuts off hands after acting aggressively.

“Why do you cut your hands without even using them? “There’s no time for it to get dusty.”

“It’s just cool like this. It’s over. Hi-Hi.”

I have nothing to say. But in this case, it worked out better. If you wake up like that, you’ll come to your senses.

I boiled dried pollack soup.

I summoned the Koppel Set, stir-fried pollack, and added various vegetables and seasoned tofu to make a soft and soothing hangover soup.

The dwarf still doesn’t wake up.

The sun was about to set.

Rurin, who had been dozing off next to me while I was exploring the clock’s blueprint and various other materials, raised her eyebrows and woke up.

“Why hasn’t he woken up yet? “I want to go to Rare and play.”

“Uhm, sure. “It almost makes you think he’s dead.”

“Sprinkle water! I heard that in cases like this, you should spray water. Or do you use mental magic?”

“No, no, after watching for a bit.”

When she is told that it is not Rurin, who has already searched the house, collected water in a bucket, and put it on her head, she begins to cry. Then suddenly he started acting.

“Uh oh! “I got caught on a stone!”

ha.

I grabbed my forehead. I thought about it before, but I’m really bad at acting.

Where is the stone beak? After tripping in the air and falling.

Lurin pretended to fall over and threw water at the dwarf.

The dwarf’s body gets wet, and Lurin tries to fall, but balances himself by rotating his body as if he were tumbling.

“Phew, you, you! “I almost fell!”

I don’t know where I learned this, but I wipe my forehead and pretend to sigh in relief.

So I ignored it.

What should I do with water that has already been sprinkled?

Anyway, I looked at the dwarf. His body trembles and he raises his head. You finally woke up.