Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

Winter approached.

In this city where only the kids are running around during the snowstorm, we've developed another shitty technology.

It's about brewing that I've been researching since the fall.

Speaking of liquor brewing, I ferment the wheat to make it slowly, but unfortunately, I'm the reason.

Because the wizard makes booze, why don't you make it magically pappy...

That's why I created the demon-maker who eats wheat and spits out liquor.

With this demon and wheat in a barrel, the next day it was supposed to be a great mechanism for drinking covetousness that it was liquored...

"This... doesn't taste good"

"Huh! That's a tight drink."

"This is just about right."

I gave the Adventurers a try at MSG's headquarters and their opinions broke up perfectly.

The chicken licked with a drop in the back of her hand flaunted her face.

After a sip, Roth turned bright red in an instant.

And Mench drinks up a glass and is flat.

I'll scan their bodies, but their blood alcohol levels are only increasing.

It seemed to be booze for now.

I'll take a bite out of it too.

Ugh...

It feels like your tongue is paralyzed in an instant.

Aroma with no flavor or shit.

This is a super-altitude spirits...

I had drunk the one that was native to Poland in my previous life.

Try to light the liquor you poured on the glass and the blue flame will rise.

Yes, it's a liquor on fire.

"Whoa!

"What is this!?

"Is this okay to drink?

Someone pulled my clothes while everyone in the room made a scene.

It was a bird tribe bongo.

"……………………………"

"What, you want a drink?

Bongo snorted.

Unusual for a downer, she looks at a burning cup with her eyes sparkling.

I see, do some of you like the impact of this look?

"There you go."

"........................................................."

"Bongo, are you okay?

The Centaur pickle, which only comes into the room through the window through the upper body, also looks worried.

Bongo tilted the glass all the way back with one nod on the pickle and fell straight back.

"Bongo!

"That's right..."

Roth will hug Bongo's body and give it to Pickle.

Let's revitalize the body for once, because I'm afraid of acute alcoholism.

Anyway, the way this liquor was made was a great success when it came to success, and when it came to failure, it ended in failure.

My father was delighted to have taken a small leap.

There are many uses for high levels of alcohol.

Cleaning, medicine, fuel, drinks, everything.

More importantly, we can cut the entire cost of conventional distillation, which has great manufacturing costs.

These are cheap ingredients in wheat origin anyway, so you can export them from one end to alcohol.

As for making and manufacturing a line for my father to sell it to.

Even I let the slaves soak fruit and decide to make liqueurs.

The more seeds there are in business, the better.

It takes time to do it, but well, let's wait and see.

Alcohol alone is likely to sell to a desolate adventurer, and the Scales have been drinking fine.

It wasn't until spring that I had my next experiment.

I've been busy here, anyway.

You know, getting ready for marriage, school research, plays, plays, plays.

The ultra-altitude number of spirits I tried to sell in the winter were apparently the subject of discussion among prospective adventurers.

When it snowed and they were free, they were even hanging out in a tavern, and they had fun giving spirits to those who lost their cards...

Well, there's no flavor or shit.

Think about it normally. It's a punishment game...

Keep those failures to the side, anyway, this time the method is awesome.

What a super strong-style that uses supportive magic directly on the yeast that makes booze instead of using magic.

Strengthen and strengthen the work of yeast…

I succeeded in making alcohol almost all day long.

Yeast, which does not die when the temperature rises enough to produce hot air, breaks down molluscs and sugar and turns them into alcohol, and then even does it to secondary fermentation without showing any weakening of the force.

Normally we do things like pull out yeast to prevent the yeast from dying and smelling bad, but the process is completely ignored.

Too strongy, too coarse, but what I could have done was really like ale.

As magically removing yeast that is too strong and worried about its effect on the body.

The problem is flavor...

I summoned my younger brother Siciliki to my room and poured alcohol into the glass without saying anything.

It's good to have just the right person at home.

He's a fat tongue drinker for nothing.

"Can I drink this?

"Oh."

When I smiled and recommended, my brother, who broke his face like a child, incited Yale at once.

I tasted it with my mouth all the time and swallowed it well.

Okay, okay, that doesn't sound like a bad taste.

"This is wheat, but it's not a liquor store in Turkiiba."

"What!? How do you know that?

"Well, I've drunk all of these before."

My brother seems to have been a more conscious drinker than I thought.

To my brother sticking out the glass as he nicked, I did another drink.

"It looks like ale, but it doesn't taste like ale at all"

"What!? What do you mean?"

"You haven't drunk yet, have a drink ~"

My brother told me while I was elbowed, and I just tried a few drinks, too.

Hmm?

What my tongue felt, expecting bitterness, was tremendous sweetness.

That's easy to drink like juice.

Now I'll pour it all over the glass.

"Me too," she pulled her sleeve from the side, so she also put it in her brother's glass.

"Hmm."

I don't know why, but I felt strangely nostalgic, and I accidentally got a voice.

It's good, but you have a bit of a habit.

In the taste of wheat, it smells like medicine, like almond tofu...

No...

I knew I'd had one of these.

This is Doctor Ooper.

"But this is an interesting flavor, where did you buy it?

"No, I made it."

"You!? That's amazing!"

"If I made it magically, it would taste weird."

"No, no, no, it tastes funny, I think this will sell"

"I wonder if that's what my brother would say."

"Oh, give me another drink"

Though it was the do-o-pe liquor that was safely recommended by our drunk.

Laura, my fiancée, was thrilled with this, and I had no idea that she was going to have hundreds of wings for her drawers...