288 286 Black Cat Feast (2/2)

That was a massive arsenal that was fattening dimensional storage. It was taken from goblins, bandits and pirates everywhere. Unlike demonic materials, they had to be deliberately brought to the martial arts store and individually they were very cheap, so they kept accumulating in dimensional storage without selling them.

Most of them are broken and cannot be used as they are. But with some repair, there must be something you can use. Irreparable weapons can be melted, and leather can be cut into pieces in good condition.

”I don't need it. It's troublesome to dispose of, so it would help if you took it.”

”Oh, oh! I'll definitely pick it up for you!

”Helpful”

”No.”

Did you even think of Fran's honest words as a care to give ourselves weapons, the village chief returns the words with moistened eyes? I just really don't need it.

That night, the village became a welcoming party for Fran. At first they tried to free up the village's stockpiles, but after hearing that the land was thin and the crops didn't grow. Exactly. I stopped that.

Instead, I provided meat and vegetables from dimensional storage. Meat is available in a variety of ways, and vegetables are bought everywhere for use in cooking one day. Fish warcraft fillets, bird eggs, rice, flour and other cereals.

At first, they refused to let you get this far, but they forced me to help clean the dimensional storage.

When I said I couldn't consume it alone and I was in trouble, the village chief would have swallowed and cried again. I feel that Fran's stock, which was originally high, is rising with a stop-high momentum.

My wives also taught me recipes for stewed dishes passed down to the Black Cats. The flavor itself is no big deal, but it seems to be made using a strange form of wax passed down to the Black Cat Clan.

It's a thick, spherical kettle of walls, like a balance ball. You think it helps to warm the room while cooking inside? And they make the food softer in a short time. Maybe there's a far-infrared effect or something like that.

It is the stewed black cat that is made with such a special sauce until it is trout by flavoring the meat and several kinds of root vegetables with salt and fermented seasoning.

The fermented seasoning seems to taste like soy sauce, so it seems to taste similar to the Japanese stew of the earth. I'll improve this and feed Fran something delicious. From here I taught you how to get stock with bones and vegetables.

Delicious food is served in large quantities and the banquet is in full swing.

At first it was a feast with a fairly harsh atmosphere performing songs and dances dedicated to God at important times, while admiring Fran, but as the booze entered, it began to flourish.

In less than an hour, it is a complete festival. He who chooses liquor, he who sings out of tune songs, he who dances like crazy a dance far from mysterious. Various.

Still, he hasn't forgotten to thank Fran. There are always hedges around Fran. Everyone wanted to say thank you to Fran.

Thank you in short words, I'll go away. But never less people. Rather, more and more people were being driven by the momentum of booze as those who could no longer bear to wait in turn.

”Fran, are you okay?

(Mm. Go)

He looks rather happy. Right. Fran would have dreamed of a sight like this.

A feast where a large group of black cats smile and laugh. Myself at the center of it. Fran's expression doesn't change much, but he looks really happy.

I figured it would be good for Fran to stay in this village... But Fran won't change his mind. I should start telling you I'll be traveling in a few days.

Then while I was in this village, I wanted you to have a good time laughing with your countrymen.