Baron Speciale couldn't move with Curse in front of him, who suddenly fell.
That means the white wolf gets stuck and intimidated if he comes close to trying to cuddle. Fortune Snake did not allow me to approach as well.
And most importantly, Baron Speciale was concerned about how well he was able to drink. At that moment, the magic released from Curse was beyond comprehension. Because it was a level of satisfaction even when they said tens of thousands of times. How the whole liquor is degenerating. According to Curse's story, it smells pretty bad, but it never smells.
The baron can't help but wonder, although it may be natural because the plug is still on. Much more than Curse's capacity, etc.
"I won't touch him. So would you allow me to approach that barrel there?
"Gaw"
"Puy."
The baron slowly approached the barrel, using magic to float away from the curse.
"All right, Celiglow. Open it.
"Yes, I did!
Butler to unplug the barrel plug. The scent drifts from there...
"You don't smell anything..."
"Yep... it doesn't smell anything... it's like water..."
"All right, you want a drink?
"Wait, sir! I'll start!
Deacon who buys poison and leaves.
The butler spilled liquor in a container smaller than a shot glass and slowly included it in his mouth.
"So, sir... this is..."
"What's this?
"Uobo, oro, oro, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo"
Butler vomiting hard from his mouth.
"Se, seriglow!? Are you all right! Hold on!"
"Gbooooooo"
Even gastric fluids spit out momentum, butler.
A dozen minutes later, the butler finally calmed down his breath. Somehow I remain conscious.
"SE, Seliglow, are you okay?
"Ha, ha... sir... this booze... it was definitely five years of Dolben... it should be..."
"Oh, that would be so. That's what I gave you.
"But what I drank was something completely different... a drama, if I may paraphrase it... if anyone with half the magic drank it... dangerous enough..."
"Something else? What did you decide this was?
"I have no idea... what I do know is that right now my magic is full on top of this and I don't feel any back pain..."
"Hmm? What then? How are you?
"Wow, I don't know... the nausea still doesn't subside... but I don't have any pain anywhere in my body..."
"I don't know what that means... well, you go to sleep.
"I'm sorry... sir... sir..."
Deacon lying on the spot. What's wrong with not having back pain that I've suffered for years?
The baron wanted to try it himself, but thought it was not too late after the butler and curse woke up, and for one thing decided to bring the butler into the mansion.
Five minutes after the Baron entered the Mansion, Curse woke up. I woke up. I can't seem to move though.
"Thank you, Kamui. And Coe.
"Gaugau"
"Puypuy."
I guess I just overdid it. I tried to squeeze the experiment to its limits. Uh, my head hurts. It's like when I summoned Kamui. The only difference then is that you can recover your magic from a bangle of dirty silver. And if I can recover at all, I can take the magic potion out of the magic library.
Hmm. Calm down. Drinking a whole bottle in a commercial magic potion won't restore 10%. But ten percent is enough. Well, where'd the Baron go? From the feeling of the sky, I don't think I've lost my mind that long.
All right, let's see how the liquor has degenerated. Unplug...
"Waterfuck."
Try spherical about half a mouthful of liquor. I don't smell it... well, why don't you try it...
It doesn't even taste like water...
But the magic recovered nearly 20%. Now you don't have to drink that fucking unsavory potion. Want to try some kamui too? I hate booze, but you can drink this, right?
"Gaugau"
Then 'water manipulation'
Make a liquor ball to match Kamui's mouth. Yes, uh.
"Gawgaw!"
Oh, does my magic feel intense and taste good?
"Puypuy."
You want a drink, too, Ko. Fine.
"Waterfuck."
"Bupupupupuy!"
Delicious and dragon? That's the kind of word I heard somewhere.
Still, from me, it's water, but is it tasty for Ko and the others? I don't know what that means, but this won't bother you with the potion for the time being. I'm still glad I came. By the way, where did the Baron go?