I knocked down the flaming foot with my pendant on to try it out.
Beer and edamame, both dropped.
Now remove the pendant and shoot through the footsteps of another flame.
Only the beer dropped and was smashed to the ground.
……
"What's wrong?"
"Hey, example bottle, don't you have one?"
"Is this a ssss?
Tail takes out a bottle of liquor.
A bottle that has a similar effect to the shipping box, which is delivered the moment the liquor drops from the monster.
"Oh, just have it"
"Okay, sss."
Tail gave me all the bottles he had, as I was told, even though he wrapped his neck slightly.
Three in all, well enough would be enough.
With that in his hand, he hung his pendant and defeated the next monster.
Edamame fell to the ground and the beer tucked away in a soothing bottle.
Defeat with yet another bottle, and the beer will fit again.
Once the third pendant was removed, it burst without fitting into the bottle.
I knew it.
When I was wearing the pendant, I thought I might have a slightly smaller amount of edamame, but apparently you're right.
When the pendant is hung, it is large enough to fit in the bottle, and when it is not hung, it is large enough to burst.
I then asked Tail to procure a few more bottles, but the quantity definitely changed without a pendant.
I'm promising to produce vintage wine, and with this pendant, I'm going to be able to produce the promised amount.
It took a while because of the pendant, but the performance check for it was successfully completed, so Tail guided me to the Dungeon Society in Philin.
The president's office brought here by the association's humans, when I opened the door...
"Ugh."
It was such a boozy room that I accidentally groaned.
You're used to that, the man who guided you into the room without hesitation.
"Chairman, you see Lyota Satoh"
"Go ahead."
When I went inside with my neck around my neck saying it was a slightly younger voice, it was a young girl, as my voice suggests.
Two tied hair as young as a face, underdeveloped hands and feet, and back length.
She's a single-digit old girl, no matter how hard she looks.
"Wait a minute."
That's what the girl says, opens the liquor bottle and smells the smell.
After sniffing Sung Sung and his nose, he told the man who led us.
"It's a little thin, add 10% of the B-rank."
"Yes, as such"
"This one has tomato juice mixed in the beer, so I'm going to throw it away every tar."
"Punish the person in charge"
Open the liquor bottles one after the other, and say whether it is thin or thick to smell the smell, and give instructions.
After that went all the way, the staff of the association left, me and Tail, and the three girls stayed.
He came to the couch where we were waiting and sat on the couch across the street.
He was a young man and climbed up on the couch a little soothed.
"Nice to meet you, Mao's the president of the Philindungeon Association, Mao Mi."
"Ryota Sato... Nice to meet you"
I was only lost for a moment as to what kind of language to use.
He looks young, but he's the president of the Dungeon Society.
I was only lost for a moment to see if I should use a respectful phrase.
"You don't have to, Mao is as old as he looks, so you should like the language"
Almost at the same time she said that, the door opened and another official came with a glass on the tray.
Wine red liquid in a tall glass of feet, put it in front of us.
"Very... very... very..."
"If you're as old as you look, don't drink."
"Pu Ha. It's okay, it's juice."
"Juice?"
"Oh, this grape juice tastes so good"
Tail to mouth and appreciate on the glass.
It's grape juice.
"Confusing..."
"Maybe you prefer barley tea?
"No, I like barley tea..."
That's not the problem......
I had a feeling that going into it was going to be a snake somewhere and a problematic development in compliance, so I decided to distract myself from the conversation.
"What was that thing now?
"Of now?
"I was smelling it."
"That's Mao's job. It's the quality control of alcohol produced in the Philippines."
"Quality control?
"Depending on the adventurer, there is variation in the quality of the alcohol dropped"
"Well... I guess so"
All the products in this world, not just liquor, are.
The quality changes dramatically depending on the Adventurer's drop status.
"Philin's liquor is shipped mixed with something really good and something really bad."
"Maybe you've been ranking it since you dropped it to manage it."
"Is that correct? And it's the job of Philin's president of the association to manage the quality of that mixed stuff."
"I see...... smell that!?
"Mao is a child, so you can't drink."
"No, no, no."
That's not the problem...... though.
Mao said, "So what do you mean?" He had his neck hanging with his face.
I didn't tell you that kids shouldn't drink, I just smelled the smell. It meant it was amazing.
Mao doesn't get it, he's a kyoton.
A child, but that's the president of the Dungeon Society, an amazing girl.
"By the way, it smells like a really good beer just now."
"Huh? Oh, this."
I took the bottle out, the beer that the test made me drop in the lantern earlier.
Placing it on the table, Mao stared at it cursorily.
"What's up... Huh?
Mao took the bottle, opened the lid silently, and smelled the smell.
Ignoring my surprise, I opened all the bottles I brought and smelled them.
"Is this after the mixing?
"Huh? No, that's not true."
"It was sealed."
Tail said from the side.
There was a seal.
I wouldn't have figured it out until I got here, but now I do.
This bottle is rigged on the mouth of the bottle so that it can be seen if it has been opened.
For the sake of quality control, I can see if I'm opening it to make sure I mix what quality and how much.
The beer I brought was unopened...
"That's crazy."
"What do you mean?
"All beers smell the same."
"Same?"
"... Could it be Max of A?
"Max?"
One thing after another comes up that I don't know.
"There's a fine difference between the same drop status."
"Oh...... indeed"
It's not a drop status, but I'm up to my abilities with seeds in Nihonium.
In that relationship, we can see that even the same A and the same F, but we can't see the fine numbers.
Maybe that means the drop is the same.
"Yours is..."
Mao looks at the letter "Rank A" on the bottle of beer.
"I think it's Max from A. That's why it's all the same quality."
"You mean you're sticking to the top because it's expensive."
"Uncle Eric's the only one who asks, and he's amazing."
Mao looked at me with close eyes to admiration.
Innocent eyes, eyes that I think are purely amazing.
It was just a little sloppy.
Because she's hit half and half wrong.
Max is Max, but I'm not A, because I'm S's Max.
"It's so amazing"