Chapter 393 Rumors of the Marquis (1/2)
“Oh, Fran-san, it’s been a long time.”
“Fermus”
An old-fashioned handsome gentleman greeted us as usual. Looking at the Fermus that came out of the kitchen, the funny way is raising a yellow scream.
“Are you having a meal today?”
“Hmm!”
“Hehe he seems to have visited us when I was not here, today I will do my best with the best I can, and the demons of that wolf are not together?”
“I am in the shadow”
“If you like, please join us, because we are fighting with the evil people”
“On on!”
Oh, I went out before I told you to leave. Well, last time I failed to eat the meal of the Ryusa ya, and I definitely wanted to eat this time.
“Well, what shall we have?”
“All”
“Hehe, I got it.”
Felmus seemed to know that the france was a big meal, and went down to the kitchen without being surprised. I used to eat disciples’ cooking before, but today it is handmade by Fermus.
The female clerk who was also before was the keel soup of the signboard menu. But a little color is yellow.
“A new curry soup with curry”
Apparently it seemed like arranging curry flavor.
“What? ”
“Extremely crowded”
It seems to be delicious.
“how is it?”
“Highest, it’s nice to have sour”
“On on!”
“Okay, I’m glad if you say so!”
Apparently it seems to be more flavorful than Thai curry than Indian curry. It is truly Fermus to get hints from curry and make dishes up to this point.
In the delicious cuisine that comes out one after another, the tensions of the francs keep rising. What appeared in 10 items is meat dish I ate before. Frank nods big when eating a single mouth, then tilts his neck.
“What happened? ”
(It is tasty but it is not tastier than Fermms.)
“Ah, that, how about you?”
It was the man of the disciple of Fermus who cried out to the troubled franc. This seems to be what he made. I see, it’s amazing because I feel it just by eating it. While Frank praised his disciples’ cooking as delicious as before, he pointed out the difference with Ferms and squatted. Well, please keep on moving from now on.
Afterwards, I was able to taste various dishes, and the francs enjoyed meals till they were satisfied.
Next is the last destination in Barboura, the headquarters of Lucille.
As expected, there is only a big business, and it seems that the identity was recognized at the moment the france entered the building. Or maybe I’ve been there several times, so I remember it?
A woman who was at the reception stood up, gently lowered his head and welcomed me. In addition, a boy who looks like a bitch comes close to him.
“Long time no see Fran, what kind of message do you have for today?”
“Do you have Rengir?”
“We will check it soon, please wait a moment”