My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"Hello -. Hello. Hello. Hello. Good morning. Hi. I know you're here. Hello. I'm definitely here, aren't I? Hello. Hello."

Knock hard.

Knock patiently.

Knock on it persistently.

Kill the clutter, knock your mind out.

Anyway, I kept knocking, and the lord of the room finally came out snuggly.

"... fast. They're coming fast."

He is an old man/glock with an inert beard with an amazing complexion like baked dirt. It stinks of alcohol. I'm not mad in my eyes, it looks like a living corpse.

"It's not fast. It's noon."

It dawned overnight from the crusade of the Black Imperial Wolf (Obsidian Wolf).

As always, the city is floating and festive, but it has nothing to do with me.

Or it only concerns bad adults.

Serious adults do their job, and regular adults end up with no adults or do business with no adults.

Looks like a bad adult still doesn't work today though.

And the old man in front of me, he seemed to be a slightly bad adult, too.

As I promised, I was coming to say hello to "Blackbird of Dawn".

The location of the inn had been asked by Einleese, so it was quickly found.

It is a fairly expensive solid inn.

By mistake, it's like "just going to bed," the difference between the cloud mud and the cramped inn I stayed in in Wang Du. Well, there was a bath.

I heard and visited the room where Glock was staying at the reception.

I heard there was a liquor platter yesterday, so I expected to be deeply drunk and hungover, and it's after noon that I've been visiting.

If you are a normal person, it will be a little after lunch.

But thank you, they were sweet predictions.

"Noon...? Is it noon already? Seriously......"

When I picked up blurring in a dying voice, I remember drinking a lot until morning, but when I realized it, they were renting an inn, or sleeping here.

Yesterday, at noon, the adventurers were returning, so they were drinking from noon yesterday until this morning.

Glock and the knights, the booze looks very strong though.

But it seems that the amount and the amount of time I've been drinking have far exceeded my expectations.

More than half a day, specifically.

I thought I was cutting it up at night at the latest, this is the time.

From noon yesterday, until this morning.

That would make me fall asleep unconscious back and forth and would also be an indicative hangover.

Well, I still don't know what liquor tastes like, but I just don't understand a lot.

You pay all the way to get some moisture, and the next day you say, "I drank too much," you're dying and you throw up. Ooh.

If you throw up, don't drink. He said it was a waste.

I don't drink. I think so.

"I just came to say hello as promised, so you're already going. Take care."

I have trouble getting thrown up in front of me.

If I look at it, I'm going to have to end it or something.

There is no alternative to immediate escape here.

"Wait. Come tonight"

Eh.

"Sounds a lot worse, but are you okay? Wouldn't you rather be asleep than meet me somehow?

"Uh, it's okay. If it feels like this, rest till evening and you'll be fine. Let's have dinner together."

... Well, my consciousness seems pretty clear because I'm getting more alive in my eyes than I just did. Can I promise you something?

"Oh, so I'll meet you in the bathroom in the evening? We'll go out for dinner, won't we? I think it'll be refreshing when you take a bath."

"Ah? Is there a bath nearby?

I told him where the "Baths Gerts' Water" was.

"You have a bath in this city, too..."

Is that it? Do you know him? Sure, a group of merchants called the Gertz Chamber of Commerce liked to take a bath, so they bought land and went out of their way to build a big bath.

Well, when it comes to "blackbirds," you're the best team of adventurers in the King's Capital.

Perhaps he has also worked with greats and vigorously active merchants.

"Okay, well, I'll see you in the bathroom. Evening to night or so."

I made another promise, and I decided to pull it up.

"Oh, and by the way, what about my sister and Mr. Einleese?

"Those guys were fancy eating and drinking too... but you did leave late at night. Aren't you still asleep? We're both in the next room, by the way."

Oh, next door. Is it a room for two?

... that "next room" has two signs of someone sleeping, so it sounds like Glock is right.

I just thought I'd say hello, so if you're asleep, fine.

Let's just go back once.

Still, my sister started drinking, too.

I'm grown up too, so I should be able to drink it... but I don't even really want to drink it.

He doesn't want to be like that because he's drinking and watching an adult show off his dementia. I really think so.

Training as usual in the afternoon...... I even ran "down the road" now that I don't have a teacher and cut it up a little early.

Note that Little Dirty Old Man/Zant is as dirty as usual but as usual, Roda didn't even show her face.

Maybe he drinks deeply like a glock, and he's dead today.

Get out of the underground training room and move to the bathroom.

"- Ha-ha-ha! This is my drunken drink!!

"- What! Lose something!!

…………

Was there a lousy adult on the table, but was he in the bathroom? About two. They're both down.

It's a "hard to see" word, anyway, to royally stir up a liquor bottle while letting it hang around.

…………

............... If you don't know, I would have ignored it by pretending not to look at it.

"Mr. Glock, what are you doing?"

I guess I've worked out for years. The tough flesh is boldly exposed because there's nothing to cover now.

Makes you feel a life that was never easy, a number of old scars prove he was engaged in rough work.

The impression is a lot different because he usually lowers the blonde hair tied at the back of his head, but the insensitive beard that impairs his cleanliness is him, who had promised to meet him.

Let me hang out because I'm naked.

Let him hang around without even hiding it.

Let this lookout hang around what you never want to see.

Its ambitious to hold the liquor bottle and pour it down the gougy throat without hesitation...... hmmm...... I know it's masculine, but I wonder if it even looks like a bad adult......

Yesterday, I got an image of someone a lot tougher because of my anger.

But actually, this guy, he could be a really bad guy for what he's worth.

"I don't know what to ask - it's only a welcome drink!

Yeah. You don't have to wink or anything. Not cute.

This is already you.

One way or the other, you're a manly, nasty person.

Not one, but both.

"You seem to be disturbing me, so if you want to drink, I'll go home."

Though I'll just give back my heels, Becca...... my wet Uncle Glock's body touches me with plenty of humidity, either because I took a bath or because I drank alcohol. Ugh, if I do, the high old man's body temperature is disgusting...

"Well wait. It's a coincidence that we met, but we have two things to talk about."

From the hand placed on my shoulder, I shrugged... or Glock whispered in my ear as he held my shoulder. with the smell of alcohol. Ugh, it makes me sick not to be an old man when my bare skin snuggles up with each other...

"- And one is about your 'glasses'. I think it's worth asking, huh?

…………

... Oh, yeah.

Apparently, you can't just leave like this.

- Which way? I haven't soaked myself in the bath yet, so I can't go home right away.