Karlan Trade / The Real and Fake SilverAsh

"This is a temporary rest area that we merchants set up ourselves."

Because Kjerag is located in a remote area and the weather is unpredictable, these caves are where we can save our lives.

The cave was filled with emergency supplies that people had spontaneously placed there.

Seeing Suika curiously examining the things in the cave, the old man said with a kind expression.

After nodding to indicate that she understood, Suika came to the entrance of the cave. When she came in, she saw a pit about one meter deep. The pit was positioned very cleverly so that it would not be blown away by the cold wind, nor would it allow smoke and dust to enter the cave.

The campfire here not only acts as a barrier, blocking out the wind and snow, but also provides a conspicuous marker for people outside. If someone nearby suffers from a snowstorm, finding the campfire will at least give them a chance to survive.

Moreover, the flames can repel wild beasts, making it a win-win situation.

The incense Suika; there are quite a few dry branches outside the door.

Based on her experience, Suika picked up a branch that had produced less smoke after being used to start a fire, and carried it back with one hand.

The old man was startled by Suika's actions.

Keep in mind that the tree branch she was holding was as thick as a normal person's arm and about ten meters long. With the branches, it was quite heavy.

But she walked back carrying it in one hand.

"Little girl, you're incredibly strong! I think you're almost as strong as the warriors of the Paleroche family." The old man gave a thumbs up, then looked at the branch in Suika's hand, and a smile appeared on his face.

There are many dead trees outside at this time of year, but some of them cannot be used for fire. Some of them will release toxins when burned, and others will produce quite a lot of smoke and dust.

But the one that Suika brought happened to be one of the best burning materials—it burns for a long time and produces very little smoke.

Moreover, this one is quite substantial.

Tonight, we can burn at most one-fifth of the firewood. The rest can be left here. In the future, if someone comes here, we won't have to risk going outside to find firewood. These branches can supply us for about a week.

The old man skillfully took out his machete and chopped the firewood into pieces suitable for burning. After stacking them up, he looked into the hole, and then a row of heads let out a cry of "Oh dear!"

"What's wrong?"

Suika, who had witnessed the old man's entire action from the side, asked.

"We forgot to put tinder underneath; without tinder, the firewood will be hard to start."

"Let me do it!" Suika called out to the old man who was about to enter the house, and then walked to the firewood.

Under the old man's surprised gaze, Suika placed her hand on the pile of firewood.

As she gently rubbed her fingers together, small flames fell from the sky and landed on the firewood, quickly igniting it and making it burn brightly in front of the two of them.

"Could this be that thing called Originium Art?" The old man wasn't flustered; instead, he looked at the burning fire with curiosity.

"Originium Arts, it's actually just a very simple application of fire."

Leaving Kjerag and heading east, past Victoria, lies a kingdom Leithanien. Their sorcerer academies have systematized the training and education of these spells, and talented students can participate in their studies."

Suika pointed Touhou and said.

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The old man remained silent for a long time after hearing what Suika said.

He stared blankly at the fire in front of him, unsure whether he was asking Suika or talking to himself.

"Has the outside world changed so quickly?"

"Fast? That's not really fast. After all, Originium Arts aren't exactly new in Leithanien. As a higher education institution, we not only conduct in-depth research on it, but we've also categorized it into several types."

For example, fire is just a very simple evocation spell.

Although Suika had never been to the Enwald Ludwig University in Leithanien, what she said wasn't wrong.

For Leithanien had studied Originium Arts for so many years and had the lich's assistance behind the scenes, the application of simple Originium Arts was truly a piece of cake.

After letting out a long sigh, the old man took two pieces of dried meat from the Camel Beast, skewered them with a branch, and roasted them next to the fire.

Smelling the meat jerky with its unique spice aroma, Suika pulled out her Ibuki Gourd.

"Grandpa, can you drink alcohol...?"

The next morning, when the old man woke up, Suika was nowhere to be found; only a letter and a few photographs remained. The letter was written in a crooked, Victorian.

"Old man, remember, your alcohol tolerance is about two bottles of beer and one glass of liquor. Be careful not to drink too much in the future..."

P. S.: Your dance was pretty good, but your singing was awful...

PS2: I took some photos of you as a souvenir, I'm leaving now!

The old man picked up the photos; some showed him dancing joyfully by a campfire, others showed him sobbing while hugging Camel Beast.

The last photo shows the girl sleeping next to Camel Beast, taking a selfie while also including herself in the frame.

Looking at those photos, the old man felt both embarrassed and amused.

I never imagined that at my age, I would be taught a lesson by a little girl.

Although he didn't know why she had secretly left first, the old man wasn't worried that she would do anything bad.

After all, if he really did something bad, he wouldn't keep her photo for himself.

"May Kjeragandr illuminate your path, you lovely little girl." After silently wishing Suika well as she departed, the old man got up, tidied up the things in the cave, and then left with his Camel Beast.

Meanwhile, Suika was standing atop the snow-capped mountain, enjoying the feeling of being on top of the world and looking down on all the other mountains.

"Hmm, who's looking at me?" Suddenly feeling a gaze upon her, Suika subconsciously looked over, but saw nothing beyond the snow-capped mountains.

"Could it be Kjeragandr?"

"Hey Okamon, I'm just a messenger here to deliver a message, not to cause trouble. Don't keep an eye on me!"

After Suika clasped her hands together in prayer towards the location of Kjerag Holy Mountain, she lightly leaped, and like a drifting willow catkin, she was blown by the wind towards the distant Silverash Territory.

On the other side, atop Kjerag Holy Mountain, Enya watched her maid Yara, with curiosity. From the very beginning, Ya'er had been frequently looking southeast, but when Enya followed her gaze, she could see nothing but walls.

"Yara, what are you looking at?" In the end, Enya couldn't resist her curiosity.

"It's nothing... I was just thinking about what to make for you for lunch..."

Just then, Suika's "prayer" reached Yel's ears.

Using the pseudonym Yara, she looked at the girl not far away whose tail was wagging like a fan out of curiosity, and said with a doting expression.

On the other side, after feeling the eyes that had been watching her leave, Suika, who was flying in mid-air, touched her arms, which were covered in goosebumps.

It seems her intuition was correct; someone was indeed watching her just now.

The only person who could do all this without her noticing is Yara, the head maidservant beside the saintess, who is actually the incarnation of Kjeragandr.

Thanks to the map and the old man's directions, Suika flew very fast in the air, and before nightfall, she had already seen the towns within the Silverash Territory.

The headquarters of Kjerag Trade is located in this town.

Not far into the town lies Silverheart Lake, the only inland lake in Kjerag, and the place where a certain legendary box-opening king embarked on his legendary journey.

As soon as she reached the edge of the town, Suika felt several pairs of eyes looking at her.

Among them were curious ordinary people, as well as soldiers carrying weapons, clearly from the town's garrison.

Suika wasn't surprised by this.

After all, my style of dress is very different from the people here.

If someone were to wear the local traditional clothing and go outside, they would also be stared at by curious people.

Upon noticing that the newcomer was a girl who appeared to be underage, the security guards visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then one of them came over.

"Who are you, and why are you here?"

Suika held up her backpack, revealing the envelope inside and waving it in front of the other person.

"Hello, I am a messenger, commissioned to deliver a message to Mr. Enciodes of the Kjerag Trade."

The soldier inspected her backpack, nodded, and pointed in a direction within the town.

"The headquarters of Kjerag Trade is in that direction. Just follow this road to the end and you'll see it. Welcome to Kjerag, Miss Messenger."

"Thanks!"

After thanking her Suika walked into the town.

As a small town nestled in the snow-capped mountains, the style of houses in Kjerag was Suika had never seen before. Compared to the flat roofs of many other places, the houses here were more like the pointed roofs she had seen in stories.

Given that this area is covered in ice and snow all year round, building flat roofs for houses would not only make it difficult to remove ice and snow, but also risk the houses collapsing under the weight of the accumulated snow.

Therefore, it's understandable that it's made into a pointed shape.

The pressure resistance of a pointed roof and the speed of snow removal after snowfall are far superior to those of a flat roof.

As she walked, she took out her camera to photograph the local customs and culture of Kjerag, until she arrived at the headquarters of Kjerag Trade.

Looking at the building in front of her, which was completely out of place with the style of Kjerag and looked more like the headquarters of a new technology company in Victoria or Columbia, Suika could feel Silverash SilverAsh's determination to reform Kjerag.

Upon entering, you are greeted by a standard reception desk.

After Suika walked in, a girl of similar age came over.

"Hello, welcome to the headquarters of Kjerag Trade. How can I help you?"

"Hello, I am a messenger. I have been entrusted by Ms. Elisa Swire, the director of the Kestrel Territory branch of the Victoria Academy of Sciences, to deliver a letter to Mr. Enciodes Silverash and to personally convey some instructions to him."

"Could you please arrange a meeting with Mr. Enciodes for me?"

Seeing that the other party was so polite, Suika naturally wouldn't break the rules, and instead explained the purpose of her visit in a generous manner.

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"Please come with me! Mr. Enciodes went out this morning to inspect a factory. We will send someone to contact him immediately to inform him of your arrival. You can warm up in the lounge first."

We have the famous Cheese Fondue from Kjerag here, which I believe will be just what you're looking for.

Seeing that Suika was quite young, the host figured that a sweet cheese fondue would keep her comfortably waiting for Enciodes's return in the lounge.

"No problem, but I'd like some local Kjerag spirits, preferably homemade."

Suika wasn't there to cause trouble, so she naturally wouldn't make things difficult for the front desk staff.

On the contrary, she was very interested in trying out what that cheese fondue was all about.

Soon, Suika was taken to a spacious and warm office.

On a nearby table sat a very trendy, ultra-thin 100-inch large television.

I turned on the TV, and it was connected to Victoria's signal, broadcasting news about Victoria.

Just as she was trying to find something from her memories by sifting through all this complicated information, the door was pushed open, and a waiter came in carrying a small heated brazier. He then placed a bowl-sized pot on the fire, which contained sweet cheese.

Then they brought out some bread, vegetables, and fruit, placed them around, and then went outside.

"Huh? No meat?" Suika, who had never been abroad and had never heard of cheese fondue, was a little dumbfounded.

How do you eat this?

Should we throw the vegetables and fruits into the broth?

Or how about dipping some cheese in the bread, then sandwiching the cheese between two buns, stuffing in some vegetables and fruit, to make a vegan burger?

This was the first time Suika had tried this, and she felt a little lost when faced with it.

Fortunately, just as she was struggling with her decision, the door opened, and a person came over carrying a bottle of cider. They explained that the cider was a special alcoholic beverage made by locals from apples they collected, made specifically for women, the elderly, and children. They said it not only tasted sweet and sour but also wouldn't give her a headache.

Suika was speechless. Of course she knew about cider; its alcohol content didn't even exceed eight degrees, and to her it wasn't even considered mouthwash.

But considering it was their first meeting, if I were in the situation and heard a little girl asking for alcohol, I would probably choose this more universally appealing "drink" rather than actually bring out a bottle of strong liquor.

Therefore, Suika expressed her forgiveness towards them.

Of course, I still had to ask the questions I needed to ask, and I soon learned from the waiter how to eat the cheese fondue.

In fact, her guess was not far off; she ate these vegetables, fruits, and bread dipped in cheese.

When she mentioned wanting some meat, the waiter said he would arrange for a special braised game dish to be brought over.

After the waiter left, she picked up a piece of bread, carefully dipped it in the melted, sticky cheese, and then put it in her mouth.

Heated cheese has a stronger milky and sour flavor, and when paired with dry bread, the taste is truly Suika.

Although I feel that eating too much of this kind of thing is bad for your teeth, eating it occasionally is definitely not a problem.

She then tried vegetables and fruits, and found that the crunchy texture of both combined with the milky aroma created a particularly layered flavor.