Itsudemo Jitaku Ni Kaerareru Ore Wa, Isekai De Gyoushounin O Hajimemashita

"Mm-hmm. You don't seem to be sober. Hey, you don't like booze?

At a time when I flattened some dishes and took a sigh of relief, Mr. Ryer inadvertently asked.

Look at the ale (barley) filling my jock.

By the way, it's me and Mr. Ryer who are Yale, and Mr. Nesca and Mr. Kiki, the four of them.

Naturally, the child Aina, Stella, who doesn't like ale, and Rolf, whose commandments prohibit alcohol, were drinking water.

"No, I like alcohol, but I don't know what this ale is..."

Saying,

"........................... bad?

Mr. Nesca suddenly got a bump.

Next door, Kiki is laughing "Nishimi".

I just surrender and raise my hands.

"Exactly. Honestly, you don't like this alcohol (ale). Maybe it's because I haven't been able to drink."

As someone who was born and raised in Japan and knows the taste of beer, I'm sorry, but it was too big to fit.

It has a higher alcohol content than Japanese beer and has a mysterious herbal aroma.

Anyway, it's warm. It's room temperature.

It was because I knew the taste of cold beer in the kinks that I couldn't drink it up.

"Oh well. Well, I never thought it would taste good either."

"Heh? Really?

"Before it happens."

That's what Mr. Ryer said, Gokuri Yale.

"It's just that in a town on the edge of a continent like this, what kind of alcohol can you drink? So... there's no choice."

"That's right. If this is a trading city, you can drink wine or cider."

Mr. Kiki hammered, and this one gobbled Yale.

Apparently, I'm used to this flavor.

"You're both not thankful enough for being able to drink ale. It is because the Apostle of the Silver Moon placed a branch in this town that we can drink ale at a value not so different from the centre. Don't forget that."

"Heck, I know."

"Even I know about that."

The two shrug their shoulders.

"Hmm, but because of that, I wanted some wine."

"Hmm, so you like wine, Mr. Kiki?

"Funya? You don't like it, do you?

Just in reply, I feel like I'm going to relax.

"... Then why the wine?

"It's just better than ale because it smells like grapes. The wine we can drink doesn't taste good just because it's refreshing."

"Oh, really?"

"Oui, 'Really?' you're not gonna tell me you've never had wine at that age, are you? Or is it that the merchant of the doer has only drunk such expensive wine as the nobleman drinks?

"That's not what I'm saying. It's just that in my hometown, there's wine that's cheap but delicious."

"" "Eh..." "

Not only was there a pale flash in this word, but even Mr. Stella stopped the hand of the meal.

I'm a little scared of my eyes.

Continue explaining while under barometric pressure.

"Basically, there are three types of rosé wines that are red, white and pink... oh, speaking of which, I've heard that orange wines and such are popular. Anyway, each of those four wines has a number of brands and varying flavors. It ranges from sweet to dry, and some are refreshing to drink, while others are heavy and deeply flavored. Prices range from pins to kiri. That's what some wines can buy for kids' pennies, and some wines are more expensive than gardened houses. If you're into wine, they change the wine you drink according to the meal of the day, right? Ma, I don't like wine that much either, so I don't drink it. I knew sake would be my favorite if I were to drink it."

And when I was about to become a sake talk, I noticed.

When, to the fact that the air in the tavern is changing.

"............... that?

Not a single table is making the conversation play, and everyone in the liquor store is listening to me.

Or even here's the kitchen cock - or you're turning your face on me.

………………

Shinto Tavern.

The adventurers sitting at the table over there waited quietly for my words, and the young adventurers sitting at the table over there said, "What's next!" and it just conveys signs of softness.

Extremely, Dwarf's Odishan, who should have been at the deepest table (...).

Odysandwarf was moving to the table next door when he noticed, with his arms around him staring at me.

Oh, my eyes are on me now.

"... boy, don't worry about me. Talk more than that. We're talking booze in the kid's hometown."

"Yes!

Old strong man. In this case, he gets shot out by a sharp eye that feels like a veteran, and he sticks his spine out.

"Um, there's a lot of alcohol in my hometown..."

So I was going to talk about the alcohol available in Japan for an hour.