The Archmage's Restaurant

Chapter 240

# 240

Part 2 Chapter.1 On the way to the honeymoon

“Ask what they are doing here and who those guys from earlier are, and tell them that if they have no intention of attacking us, they have no intention of harming us either.”

“i get it.”

Lurin nodded and then started shouting in an unknown language.

“Kunkuun kukun kukun!”

But it’s too short. I think I asked quite a long question.

But it’s this short.

“Lurin... ... .”

“What! I’m busy now.”

“Are you busy? What did you just say? “Is it too short?”

“no. “I will pass on your words from now on.”

“Then what about earlier?”

“Why are you asking such a thing? “I just said, ‘This is my husband.’”

Lulin shrugged his shoulders with a confident expression.

The monsters look very confused because they don’t understand what they mean.

That’s right, in this situation, he suddenly introduces himself and says, “This is my husband.”

“Kukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukuku! Cuckoo kun... ... .”

After that, Lulin’s long questions began. Then, among the monsters, the one that had first responded to Lulin spoke. An unknown language unfolds for a long time.

It’s so loud that it hurts my ears.

So in my mind, I decided to name these monsters Coon. Lurun people became Lulun because of the language called Lulun. Isn’t this the same naming method?

“Is that so? “I understand!”

As soon as we had finished the conversation, Rurin walked towards me.

I became very curious and pulled Lurin towards me. Rurin, who was in my arms, looks at me with a sobbing look in her eyes.

“What’s wrong? “Please explain.”

“too long! They talk too much! Umm. So, these guys said they were digging up the tasteless food they ate earlier. And they said that those guys are the monsters that dominate the first floor of the ruins here. It is said that there is a huge room inside where they gather, and that they live by digging up food to send there. They say there are a lot of the things we ate earlier on the land of this ruin, but it’s hard to sell them, so they order them to do it themselves. However, I am grateful for the help, but there are a lot of them inside, so I am told to run away. But he told me I was stronger. “They said they were guarding the second floor entrance to the ruins, but they said they had never been to the second floor so they didn’t know what it was like.”

“Oh yeah? “It’s a long time.”

“it’s tough! “Huh.”

“Ask if there is any water.”

I held my arm, stroked Rurin’s flowing hair, and urged her to translate once again.

“Kuu kukukun!”

Judging from the tone, it is clear where the last one is! is clear. Where is the water! You asked.

Whether humans, monsters, or animals cannot survive without water, and if they originally lived here as they say, then it obviously makes no sense to not have water.

“I want you to follow me?”

“Oh yeah? “Then let’s follow.”

When I nodded, Rurin said something to Kun again and we started walking.

The group of coons split as if to make a path for us as we walk. It was a spectacular sight to see a herd of over a hundred coons clearing the way.

Was this what it looked like when the Red Sea parted?

After walking for a while, there was indeed a puddle where Kun stopped. It was stagnant water. Of course it’s a puddle.

However, it is not muddy water. It looked quite clean. I don’t know what structure the water is stagnant in, but if it is a type of groundwater, it cannot strictly be said to be stagnant water.

Anyway, it looked clean. Even if it is not clean, if you have to drink water, you have no choice but to drink it.

It is a dragon heart that purifies Dokdo.

After walking for a long time, I was thirsty, and Lurin had been talking for a long time, so when she saw water, she ran straight into it.

I scooped up water with both hands and poured it down my throat.

As expected, it is not stagnant water. I expected it to taste lukewarm, but it was very refreshing.

After pouring cold water on Lurin, who was momentarily filled with anticipation, he looked around and found a thin rock of the appropriate size and brought it to him.

“Ask the Rurin Kuns if they have fire.”

“fire?”

“huh.”

Suddenly, the face asks why the fire is on, but anyway, Lurin tells the story to the Kundeul, and it seems as if the answer soon comes back, and Lulin nods.

“He said that he sleeps with the light on him when he sleeps at night. It’s warm. Actually, it feels a bit cold here.”

Coons?

Having the warmth of a bundle of cotton?

Although it is somewhat unbalanced, it is fortunate that there is fire.

Suddenly, an image of ancient primitive tribes warming themselves by fire at night comes to mind.

So, he set up stones of an appropriate size on both sides, placed a stone slab on top of them, and told the khuns to light a fire underneath them.

The coons nodded, took out a rock of an interesting color, and brought something that looked like straw.

It was said that this straw was collected from the grass growing on the ceiling. It is said that the grass keeps growing even if you cut it down, so you sleep on it when you sleep.

It’s funny that they look so furry and need something to cover them.

Anyway, the coons started the fire smoothly. The fire power was quite good.

Thanks to this, the thin stone plate begins to heat up little by little.

I started grilling the mushrooms on a fully heated stone plate, creating a flat surface for grilling.

“Hoo.”

Lurin sat on a large stone looking very hungry, resting her chin on both hands and looking at me with an exclamation.

These are the eyes of a wife watching her husband cook with interest.

I want to live up to those expectations, but honestly, the biggest problem is that I’m not sure at all because the ingredients are so bad.

Cheeeeeek-!

The tire-flavored mushrooms are starting to ripen. Lulin’s eyes, which had been powerless due to hunger, sparkled slightly at the sound of meat being grilled.

In fact, Lurin’s eyes were worthy of sparkling. That’s because once it was cooked on the stone plate for a while, the mushrooms, which had only smelled like tires, started to emit a nice scent.

It’s not a bad scent. No, I could say it was a nice scent.

A savory scent that stimulates the appetite.

It’s the kind of rich smell you get when you fry onions for a long time until they turn brown.

Is the scent okay?

It smells like this when it’s baked. So what about the taste?

It smells good, so of course you can’t help but have expectations. I stamped the grilled mushrooms with the tool I had prepared and started blowing on them.

“Oooh. Churrup.”

Before I knew it, Lurin had sent her haughty expression to heaven, and this time she came next to me with a face like a hungry puppy drooling profusely and grabbed my arm.

However, I couldn’t follow the same steps as before, so I calmed Lurin down and said,

“Wait a minute, Lurin. “You might spit it out again, so I’ll taste it first.”

“Is that so?”

I immediately bit into half of the grilled mushroom.

hmm. Normally, with a smell like this, the delicious juice of the mushrooms should come out and create a feast of taste.

Crispy-!

The mushrooms break apart and go down my throat.

There was nothing to appreciate.

There is nothing special at all. It’s completely different from the smell. It’s just hot. Even if it’s cooled, I understand that it’s hot because it was just baked, but it just feels hot.

So it was almost tasteless. It’s not that it doesn’t taste good because it tastes strange, it just doesn’t taste like anything.

The more you chew, the more heat lingers in your mouth.

“How are you? “Is it delicious?”

Lurin asked again with a face that looked like it was drooling. He’s already endured enough and if you don’t let him eat any more, he looks like he’s going to explode.