I Became a Food Developer in Another World - Chapter 60



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It was quite by accident that I saw it.

“Master Arthur, what are you eating?”

Arthur carried an oak barrel and took a bite of the ‘white fruit’.

It looked like grapes, with round fruits growing on branches, but it was so white that I asked if it was real.

however.

“… … Creak, grapes.”

The answer that came back was ‘grapes.’

I tilted my head.

“I heard that grapes are not easy to obtain these days. Where did you get them?”

As far as I know, in recent times, obtaining grapes in the empire has become like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

The vineyards were completely devastated by pests that arrived from across the sea.

But Arthur answered as if it was nothing.

“… … Creak, grapes, there are a lot. If you go to the tundra.”

“The tundra in front of the Ice Mountains?”

Arthur nodded in response. And I was a little surprised.

‘Tundra’ is a frozen land area near the North Pole where demons appear.

This area, adjacent to the Ice Mountains, was an area where humans could not enter due to the demons.

However, according to Arthur, there are many other plants and fruits growing in the tundra besides grapes.

“… … It was true.”

Late in the evening, I arrived in the tundra and gazed in amazement at the sight before me.

A magnificent ice mountain range that rises so high that it seems to touch the sky and stretches out endlessly.

Against the backdrop of the natural mountain range, where the peaks were painted white with everlasting snow that never melted, trees were growing, each laden with white fruit.

The moon hanging over the icy mountains softly illuminates the fruit on the trees.

It was a ‘grape’ that was hard to find in the empire, although the color was different.

*

There were numerous vineyards in the empire.

But if asked to name the best among them, the people of the empire would not hesitate to name the northern Borodo region.

The cool breeze blowing from the sea, the clear, clean water flowing in from the melting glaciers of the Ice Mountains, and even the beating sun.

The Borodo region, where the ice mountain range blocks the cold waves, was an ideal environment for growing grapes.

When the grapes are ripening, the entire Bordeaux region turns purple.

But this year, there wasn’t a hint of purple anywhere.

“… Ha, I’m screwed.”

Elf Ior bowed his head sullenly as he looked out at the vineyards that had become a wasteland.

It has been 200 years since Ior, who loved grapes so much, ran away from the Elven Forest and settled in the Borodo region.

But for Ior, who has been harvesting grapes in the Bordeaux region for 200 years, this year’s situation was the worst he’s ever seen.

Even during a drought when it didn’t rain, or when the snow was frozen solid and water couldn’t flow in, I didn’t feel as hopeless as I do now.

“Eight, you dirty guys.”

Ior spotted a green pest jumping around on the floor and stomped on it in anger.

But when he saw dozens of vermin jumping up and down behind him, the spirit fled from Ior’s eyes.

“ha.”

Ior, who had slumped down on his seat, let out a sigh as if the ground was falling apart.

If it was a natural problem, I could solve it somehow with the help of spirits, but there was no answer for these pests.

No matter how many times I killed them, they kept popping out, and were even fatal to the grapevine.

The Elven Grape Guild even offered a one million gold bounty for anyone who could find a way to eradicate the pest, but no solution has yet emerged.

Even if it does come out, by then Ior will have already been ruined and left on the streets.

“I’m screwed.”

It was when Ior was crying, worrying about the bleak future.

Suddenly a shadow appeared over my head.

When he raised his head in puzzlement, he saw a gray-haired young man wearing a white robe staring down at Ior.

“Is this the Ior Vineyard?”

“Yes, that’s right. I’m Ior.”

Ior, who thought the young man was a guest looking for grapes, said with an apologetic face.

“If you came here to buy grapes, I’m sorry, but that’s too much.”

She looked at the devastated vineyard with melancholy eyes.

“As you can see, there are no open grapes this year.”

“I didn’t come here to buy grapes.”

“Then?”

If you’re not here to buy grapes, why are you here at the vineyard?

As I looked up with puzzled eyes, an unexpected answer came out from the young man.

“I’ve come to help you grow grapes.”

“… … Are you growing grapes?”

“Yes, I found a solution to the pest problem.”

“!”

*

The young man revealed himself as ‘Yuri Greyot’, a wizard from the White Tower.

“Oh, you’re the one who made tofu!”

Although Iorra lived in the countryside and only grew grapes, she had heard rumors about Yuri.

Yuri, who developed tofu, was a famous person in elven society.

But the joy of seeing a celebrity was short-lived, as Ior was disappointed when he saw the white grapes that Yuri had brought as the solution.

That’s understandable, as Ior grows as many as 13 different types of grapes.

But all of those grapes died because they could not withstand the pests.

“Even if they are new grapes, they will die quickly if they are eaten by pests. I have experimented with them.”

Iordo also tried planting grapes with strong resistance, but they were also attacked by pests. However, Yuri was determined.

“These grapes will be fine.”

Yuri transplanted the white grape vines he had brought into Ior’s vineyard.

Ior looked at it and thought it was a useless waste of effort.

Because it seemed clear that in just a week it would be eaten up by pests and die.

And when the fortnight had passed, Ior had to be surprised.

“Uh, how… … ”

The grapevine that Yuri had planted was fine.

Even though Iorga managed it, it was incomprehensible that it was normal.

“How did this happen?”

To the surprised Ior, Yuri explained in just one word why the vine was fine.

“The vine of the tundra.”

*

Before the advent of Guinness, wine was the most consumed alcohol in the empire.

No, even after the advent of Guinness, the aristocracy enjoyed wine.

The nobles looked down on the commoners and dwarves as ‘beer drinkers’ and regarded wine as a refined pastime of theirs.

There was a lot of expensive wine in the empire, and there were many nobles who bought it.

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It was a time when wine soon became money.

Imperial winegrowers collected different types of vines to make more expensive wines.

In addition to vines existing on the continent, vines imported from across the sea were collected.

All the vines that existed in this world took root in the empire.

The problem was that when grapevines were imported, the pests that lived on them also entered the empire.

Grapevine pests from all over the continent gathered in one place.

It was literally like a ‘pest party’.

Even the elves, known as the gardeners of the continent, had difficulty protecting their vines from the attacks of these pests.

But I knew how to protect my grapes from pests.

Because something like this happened in my past life too.

‘The secret is the roots of the vine.’

In Europe, where wine was developed, various grape vines were collected to produce delicious wine, but when American grape vines were introduced, the pests they brought with them wiped out European grapes.

The ‘roots’ of the grapevine have been eaten away.

In Europe, a solution to this was sought, and the answer was ‘American grapevines’.

The roots of American grapevines, which are a hotbed for pests, were highly resistant to pests.

Europeans noticed this and grafted their own grapevines onto American grapevine roots.

The roots are American, but the grapes that grow on it are European.

Meanwhile, the tundra grapevines were a highly resistant variety.

The white grape variety was the one that survived the harsh climate of the tundra and the evil spirits of the demons. Compared to them, pests were nothing.

“With this, I could grow grapes…!”

Ior cheered as he saw the white grapes.

She cut branches from the surviving vines and grafted them onto the tundra vines.

“Krrrr.”

The grafting went smoothly as polar bears brought the vines from the tundra uprooted and transplanted them to Ior’s vineyard.

Since the vineyard workers from Bordeaux helped with the work, the grafting was completed in just two weeks.

The grapes that were losing their vitality were able to grow safely with the help of the white grape vine, and a smile bloomed on Ior’s face.

“I can harvest grapes!”

“Okay, okay!”

Even the faces of the farmers who had been gripped by despair over not being able to harvest grapes were filled with life.

But their joy didn’t end there.

“What, what is this fruit drink… … ?!”

Ior was astonished when he tasted the fruit wine made from the grapes he had grown.

Although Ior had drunk countless fruit wines in his life, the fruit wine that Yuri brought was something he had never tried before.

It was natural.

Because the alcohol she drank was not your average fruit wine, but a distilled alcohol called ‘brandy’.

*

Although whiskey has become popular in the Empire in recent times, the elves have shown no interest in it.

To the elves who considered only ‘fruit wine’ to be the best, the dwarves and humans who drank alcohol brewed from grains were incomprehensible.

These days, the elves’ discontent is reaching the sky because of a few ignorant humans who sneak into the elven forest and cut down trees, claiming that they need to make oak barrels.

Naturally, the complaint was directed at the White Tower, the maker of the whiskey.

But the elves could not bring themselves to express their discontent.

“Wow, a new horizon has opened for fruit wine…!”

“Ah, I’m happy.”

As if they knew this would happen, the White Tower introduced them to a new fruit liquor called ‘Brandy’.

For the elves who lived off of fruit wine, brandy was an irresistible temptation.

Brandy, which contained sweet fruity aromas and refreshing floral scents, quickly replaced existing fruit wines and became a trend in elven society.

That’s where the problem started.

The young elves began to cut down trees to mature the brandy.

The ridiculous situation arose where the elves, who had been cursing the humans who cut down trees as being uncivilized, ended up cutting down the trees themselves.

“Haha, kids these days… … ”

A short boy clicked his tongue as he watched the young elves chopping down branches.

“You’ve been influenced by humans. You’ve been influenced.”

Boy, the elf elder Heindel was not pleased with the behavior of the young elves who were recklessly producing oak barrels to drink the fruit wine.

Fortunately, the young elves knew the line they had to follow, so they didn’t kill the tree.

During the pruning period, all that was done was cutting off the branches.

Of course, I didn’t even come close to the World Tree.

“Heindel, I’ve told you several times that there is no such thing as a mother tree… ”

“It’s noisy, so come inside.”

Heindel sent back his companion and contracted spirit, the earth spirit Gnome.

The spirits did not understand the elves who held the World Tree sacred.

It was something that could only be said because the elf race did not know how grateful they were to the World Tree, which had provided them with a home since the first time it appeared on this land.

“Here he comes again.”

As Heindel was looking up at the World Tree, an uninvited guest suddenly caught his eye.

A dignified human male with a gentlemanly appearance approached Heindel, accompanied by his attendants.

“I’m sorry for being rude today too.”

“Are you here to investigate the ingredients again?”

“Yes, but the safety of Lukon has not been fully confirmed yet.”

Marquis Owen Summernut.

This human, who was the Minister of Magic of the Empire, wandered through the Elven Forest every month.

Because it was the Ministry of Magic’s responsibility to inspect the ‘safety’ of Elven goods entering the Empire, including Lucon.

This also included examining the growth process.

Marquis Owen, who was wandering around the World Tree for inspection, did not like Heindel, but he could not kick him out.

Trade with the Empire was important to the forest race, as they also had to eat to survive.

They were tolerating Marquis Owen’s investigation to some extent because they were afraid that if customs clearance was blocked, it would have a negative impact on elven society.

But these days, it’s true that I’ve been wondering if this guy is really investigating.

“Today, I will just examine the trees and call it a day.”

“Even the trees?”

“Isn’t the most widely distributed item in the empire elfwood?”

“Okay.”

Heindel sipped his brandy as he glanced at Owen as he disappeared into the forest with his attendants.

“… It does taste good.”

Heindel’s face relaxed as the sweet fruity scent lingered on his nose.

Heindel also honestly understood why the young elves were addicted to brandy.

As Heindel was sipping brandy against the World Tree, he suddenly noticed a branch of the World Tree sticking out messily.

“… … .”

Heindel, who had been looking around, stood up from his seat.

“I will prune you today.”

Same─

The branches of the world tree were cut off.

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