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

How far have you talked?

Yeah, yeah. That was from where you ordered alcohol.

"- All right, I'll choose. The first one, divided by fruit, is easy to drink after all. Well, I was suddenly drunk."

As the boy requested, Mr. Glock chose to drink.

And this is how his first booze began.

In a nutshell, it sucked.

What is Arolo?

That ripe limb.

Big breasts in vain that make you want to rub them by accident.

Convincing sucking skin if caressed.

There's too much tension and shine, my ass that makes me want to bind too much......

Are those all decorations? Is it for spectacles? Is that stupid?

As you know, she's your wife.

Well, speaking in the first place, they started to distance themselves from romantic matters because the first guy they dated was quite allergic.

But there is, isn't there?

In this case, experience as an older person or something to spare?

It's not abundant, it's scarce, but isn't there love experience at first?

It wasn't a matter of bad romance with your wife or anything.

I wonder if it's any more possible that Lord Robin should dictate the boy.

The more I make you think so, the more pitiful her dictation is. That was terrible.

"- Wouldn't you like this booze next!? I think so!?

"- You can't be trusted. My sister came running around saying 'play -' but I can't believe as many parents as I suspected I made her cry about falling and crying along the way."

Even though the boy was totally alert because of his sudden attempt to make him drink strong alcohol, he still doesn't loosen his push hand.

"- In that hunting ground, did your unleashed fourth arrow aim at my heart?

"- You don't know what you're talking about for a second. I'll tell you what my sister still knows."

I don't know what you've been thinking, but I want to side with you. Even I do this with my too far-fetched oral complaints that I don't know.

"-Do, do-do, do-do, do-do, do-do? Hey, lady, why don't you play?

"- I'm too suspicious of my behavior. Don't hold your hips any longer. I'll shout it out."

You thought cheaply that if this happened, you'd only be jerking off with adult charm, or it was the end of an outright, intimate, disgusting affair.

Well, I'd like to give that to you, too.

I wondered if he was really a man who could reveal disgust, even though his big breasts were pushed so much in vain that they deformed. I was slightly disgusted.

... well, there are preference issues and so on, anyway.

It was terrible.

It was really bad.

Aroro's appearance, which was too empty, was ridiculous to look at directly.

So I gave my autograph when I saw it.

"- Fair enough. Let's drink now."

The boy was, unexpectedly, drinking gooey. Apparently, he liked the alcohol.

For a moment I interrupted Aroro's unusual attack and switched to one who blamed him for alcohol.

I guess you also decided that the unusual arolo is just not possible as it is.

She drank alcohol, too, and started recommending ways to blame her again.

Now I know he was already completely drunk.

It must also be because I didn't respond well enough to my chest to be hit by deformation.

Yeah, a man is one or two of a kind. I don't care. It will, won't it? It's remarkable to see your wives, isn't it? Huh? Another bad throat? You cough conveniently.

I'll get back to it.

But then, it just seemed like the usual him.

Because there was no change at all in appearance.

The answer is no more.

There was nothing overlapping with how drunk you looked sleeping on the street.

Such a boy continued to tip the cup quietly and without resistance, as recommended by me and Aroro -

I'm worried about the rest of the story, but the lunch break is over.

It is time to leave.

"This is the best place to go, Lord Robin."

"I care, that's it"

The camp was cleared under Le Heinz's direction, and a line left.

Under clear weather, four horses run through endless streets.

"- Huh? Oh, yes, I see. Hmm. - On the contrary? The other way around...... oh yeah. So? Hmm...... what, the other way around? Isn't that a little too much the other way around? Not so much the other way around either...... oh, the other way around. That could be it.... rather the other way around? Hmmm...... well, is it the other way around? But if you're after the opposite, you can't start with the opposite. The other side is the other way around. On the contrary."

Celiara was listening to Arolo as she sidetracked the horse.

For talking at night, it was a purchase of stories.

I don't understand Celiara's words sounding fragmented at all, and I don't know what she's talking about, but that will turn out at night.

The men pretended not to hear anything, but hurried ahead without a heart.

And evening.

There was no problem, and when they got to the city as planned, the knights immediately took the inn.

The journey lasts a little longer.

We can't drag today's fatigue until tomorrow, as we'll be traveling on horses early tomorrow morning.

In particular, Le Heinz is a little unfavourable because of his age.

No matter how many young people are working out the same, no matter how much more, because they are different from the young people because of their cellular yearlings.

Slowly immerse yourself in water and relieve fatigue, even though you are frightened that you still have some blunt pain in your lower back.

I went up out of the bath where I hung out in the hot tub and headed to the dining room where I had promised my men.

The yang had completely fallen.

There were two men in the dining room.

As I can tell, he seems to be eating and drinking first.

"What happened to Arolo?

"I said I'd be off already today. I finished dinner early and I'm back."

Well, she's been depressed since yesterday. That happens sometimes.

Even Le Heinz, for different reasons, feels the same.

I just want to eat and have a little booze and jump right into bed. Sleeping at such an early hour would surely be neat until the next morning. That's how tired I am.

But that's still in your possession.

"Lord Luheinz is here. Celiara, keep talking."

A lovae of a less facetious nature, but he was still concerned about the continuation of that story.

"Wait a minute. Give me some cheap wine. - Okay, good."

"Then," Celiara opened her mouth as Le Heinz quickly ordered cheap liquor.

"Before you do that, just give me some info a moment ago.

I asked Arolo, 'Since when do you like it and what do you like about it', and if he had protected the boy from my poisonous fangs of butt-light, he would have liked it at some point, let's just say.

I definitely want to thank you for being helped anyway, and I don't know what to teach or not teach an adult woman. Cah. He said he liked it more and more consciously from where he started to think...

I don't know how many times I've had relentless vomiting when I heard it, but I've managed to put up with it. "

Put down such a supplementary explanation with a hint of expression, and finally that night's story enters the good realm -

- Me and Arolo, who didn't know they were already drunk, ordered more and more alcohol to intoxicate the boy.

"- Hey, just..."

Mr. Glock, who was watching, stopped just about any more. I'm sure it was a stop to add to his wallet situation.

But, well, sure, it was true that I gave him a little too much to drink.

I lost sight of it because the boy keeps drinking flat, but for those who drink alcohol for the first time, I didn't recommend it too much.

Well, still, I didn't seem drunk at this stage.

"- All right, all right. Then it's all a bit of booze in there, and let's play a game."

Mr Glock made such a suggestion.

Perhaps it was a measure to keep him from drinking any more. I asked for all the expensive alcohol, so I added the wallet situation.

"- Here's the dice. Shake this guy in order, the guy with the big numbers wins. Fewer guys lose. If you lose, play a punishment game or have a drink.

The contents of the punishment game can be decided by the guy with the biggest appearance, but if the guy who loses chooses who drinks instead of the punishment game, the guy who wins also drinks a drink.

Well, if you don't make it a moderate punishment game, you're gonna get drunk yourself. It's flattering to aim at a line that you think you can do critical.

So, of course, it's this guy who drinks - corpse sickness (zombie rum). It's a cheap, strong drink that's good for you. "

Those with large numbers win.

Less loses.

The winner can designate a punishment game for the loser.

If the loser is unable to fulfill the punishment game, he will drink alcohol, but in that case the winner who specifies the punishment game will also drink.

Well, it's easy to understand the rules just for simple games like you can do with one dice.

By the way, if it was an equal number, he said those who later waved the dice would take precedence.

Have you noticed?

Yeah, yeah.

This was the beginning of it all.

You've already screwed up, haven't you?

- Yes. We finally realized that at this time.

That the boy is already drunk.