Labyrinth Restaurant

Cold winds sweep the night lane.

If you exhale, it will turn white and your body will likely tremble cold.

Usually the shadows of the street don't go on for a while when the sun goes down, but at times like this, people were also modest on whether anyone would miss their warm home.

On the other hand, there are few people on the front street, and every liquor store and dining room open at this hour is full of drunks trying to warm their bodies with alcohol.

I couldn't get in full when I thought I'd finally arrived at the store I was looking for while rubbing my hands together in the cold. If that happens, I can't even look at you anymore.

Back in the cold wind again, wandering with dead eyes holding an empty stomach is like a dead man. No, the Graveyard Necromancer (Reis) may still be more lively.

But what if you found a stall serving warm food and alcohol at that time?

Dark eyes are instantly set to regain their liveliness and rush into discrepancy.

"There you are."

Thus one, another, and a customer were attracted to a stall drawn by the Demon King in his hobby.

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"Ugh, I'm back. By the way, brother, what is this place that serves?

A middle-aged Dwarf, some of our guests this evening, took a breath wiping his hands and face with a hot squeeze before asking. The slender body shape, as if hands and feet had grown in a large barrel, seemed meaty, but still the cold ones must have been cold. Looks like he jumped into the stall without even looking at the letters of the warm curtain (goodwill).

"It's Oden."

"Oden? That's your first dish, like stew?

That line was answered by a skinny young man who was leaning his hot cup next to him. To see him wear a robe and put a short wand on his waistband, it would be something like a wizard or a magician.

"No, Oden and stew are completely different. Well, eat and see. By the way, my recommendations are radishes and eggs."

"Well, I have to try the food first. Then, my husband, serve some more appropriately with the guy this brother recommends."

The Demon King served radishes and eggs, along with bamboo rings, hampens and beef suji, served with yellow condensed calamari in the corner of the plate.

"Its yellow is hard, so put it on one by one"

"Oh, thank you. This guy looks delicious."

Dwarf cut the stock stained radishes in a large bite with a fork and tried them as they were without anything on them first.

Not just the underlying cuttlefish stock of the whole, but the extracts melted from the other ingredients are plentiful and stained, overflowing with jewellery and flavor from the small shards.

"Hey, hey, this guy's gonna want booze! No, brother, I was just wondering, did you warm up the booze you were drinking?

"Yeah, they call it Atsukan, but warm booze is pretty naughty, too."

"Right or right. Master, give me Atsukan too!

"What about the temperature? Cat tongues can be lukewarm or vice versa hot to the brink of boiling."

"It was cold today, so warm it up from the core of your body."

Even before he was ready to drink, Dwarf pounded his tongue drums on a hokey egg, marveling at the fuzzy texture of the hampen and enjoying the rice noodles with a tap of calamari on the beef sushi.

"How about that?"

It's going to stick to early eating, and as it is, I'm going to run out of food before the booze gets here.

Around the time I started thinking about what to ask for on the second plate.

Yes, please wait.

"Oh, I'm here, I'm here!

In human society, the species Dwarf is known for his liquor taste, but he was no exception on this occasion.

I thought I was enjoying the fragrance first by lifting the liquor heated by Cancún to the height of my nose, and how I drank it directly and at once without transferring the aubergines to the cup. I think I'm going to burn my mouth, but as far as the loose look that still seems to wander, I don't seem to feel any itch.

"Oops, I accidentally drank it out with the intention of having a good time. Master, another drink, please!

"Then I'll have another drink, too. Now with human skin."

You were inspired by Dwarf's drinking, "Me too" and "Me too" by the other customers, one after the other came in with additional orders for alcohol.

And what makes you want the next dish if you put alcohol in it is the logic.

"This guy's got meat wrapped around him with cabbage."

"There's something white and stretching in the fox bag. Yeah, it tastes unusual, but delicious."

"This bowel stuffing (sausage) is pretty good. I can't stop wearing a razor."

Both food and alcohol will be ordered from next to next.

Roll cabbage. Cake wipes. Bowel stuff.Bamboo wheel gluten. Potatoes. Octopus skewers. Konyak.

Few foods were unfamiliar to them, but because of the fluffiness in their heads with alcohol, no one cared about the details, but repeatedly ate and drank.

"Speaking of which, the shopkeeper's brother. Something looks familiar to my face, but I was wondering if I'd seen you somewhere?

"Is that you, too? I think I've seen your husband's face before."

When I was warming up with my stomach like a good one, that was the topic that came up.

"That's right. I'm the Demon King, so maybe I saw it when I came out in public."

"What, was it the Demon King? You must have seen that before. Whoa, Atsukan, another extra bottle."

"Yeah, you must have seen it if you were the Demon King. Oh, eggs and beef suji."

Nobody cared about the details because they were alcoholic and their heads were fluffy, and they kept eating happily.