It was the tavern on Second Street that the infinite threesome headed for. Few adventure-style people are because they are a little away from the Alliance. You'll be able to drink calmly.
"Let's call it my luxury tonight.
"That's my brother! Goddamn it.
"Whoa, whoa. Don't hesitate to give me a drink.
Let's toast with ale first.
After dampening your throat, apply knobs. Strike a tongue drum on your bowel stuffing. He seems to be doing a polite job.
The next choice for the three of them, who enjoyed some ale, was distilled liquor. Here they call it fire alcohol or magic liquor.
It's literally a strong, burning liquor made by a drunken wizard.
According to the experience of the three of us, the wine is out of the reach, but not in the magic liquor. If you don't care about money, you should be happy to drink magic liquor.
"This is Baron Speciale's delicacy. You know that, don't you? A glass of gold. Still drinking?
The store owner asks.
It is a drink made by a man who ascended to his nobility with only his magical arms. Because there is a lot of production for magic liquor, I can drink it even with tanuts. Still that price.
"Let's have three drinks first.
"Brother, you look so rigid inside.
The shopkeeper looks at Fernando and says:
"Whoa, is this Dino Speciale? It's delicious.
"Ho, isn't this brother an eyewitness inside? Exactly. Fifteen years of Dino Speciale.
"Whoa, whoa. That's fine. This is the kind of unexpected encounter.
"This place is superfluous, Grandpa. Shut up and drink.
"Tastes good... Heavy fragrance with a little crunch, were you going to say 'smoky flavor'? Sweet and easy to drink but not light. Exactly."
"That's my brother. You know that a lot. The liquor is delicious, my brother and I have jizz, and it's fun!
"Whoa, whoa. Yummy, yummy. Good booze. Store owner, make a good purchase.
"You bet. I only put the good liquor down. It's like a toast to Baron Speciale.
Baron Speciale was born as the son of a wealthy civilian. He appeared at the magic school in the French capital, and in the future he was seen to flourish in the magic unit of the Knights of the Territory.
But he woke up to brewing alcohol after drinking magic liquor behaved by his father at the school of magic graduation.
Because my father was also insane, he did not object to the idea that his son would be able to drink first if he made good liquor.
Later, after five years of training in Wangdu, he began brewing liquor. He immediately gained the Baron's position with his magical arm and brewery taste. They are currently using the corner of the Muriema Mountains as a territory to encourage liquor brewing. It was given relatively easily because the place of hope was the Muriema Mountains, which nobody possessed, although it was not originally given territory or anything like it to a generation of aristocrats rising above the civilian population. For that matter, it goes without saying that pioneering and defending is difficult. It should be noted that Dino is the name of the Baron's father.
Eventually, the shopkeeper joined and the four of them overlaid the cup.
There's Fernando.
"The drunkenness turned. Then let me show you the banquet art and move on.
"Yikes! I've been waiting for you, brother! What are you gonna do for me today?
"Foolish question! Swordsman's banquet art uses swords. Sometimes the owner. Aren't you a little overwhelmed?
"Ah? Yeah, I've been busy lately.
When I thought Fernando waved the sword he had removed from the magic library a dozen times, the store owner's unspoilt beard surface freshly shaved and turned into glossy egg skin. The eyebrows are then trimmed all the time.
The shopkeeper is stunned and puts his hand on his own face. The touch would be slippery.
"Stupid! I thought you had a beard in your booze! I'm still drunk.
"Ha-ha-ha! It's unusual for you to be my brother!
"Hehe, excuse me, Doctor. Well, I guess I just couldn't get my ears or nose in.
"That sword, no, it's a knife, isn't it? Where did you get this? That's the guy you were telling me about, right?
"Hehe, you know what, Alan? Even so. This is a knife! He's gone to the east island, Heizle!
"Whoa, whoa. You swordsmanship idiot. He said to risk his life on a single knife.
In the end, the three swordsmanship rigging lasted until the morning, and Fernando's banquet art in an upbeat mood was behaved more than once. Then what do you mean? Isn't the fifty ragged dirty bearded shopkeeper turning into a choy evil romance grey forty years ago? For the record, the name of this knife is' Mustache Cut '.