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

Mr. Glock's suggested game turned around without anything about twice.

Speak of my men's universal history, or tell me how many men I have made me cry.

... Yeah, well, I did it twice and I lost both times.

Can I say whale luck?

I didn't think it was bad luck, but I wasn't twisted.

Twice.

There was nothing so far.

Because the boy didn't get involved in winning or losing.

And in the third game, things happened.

"- Oh, you lost Ayle."

"- Or I won... I won!! Whoa whoa whoa!!!!

The boy lost and Aroro won.

Worst combination...... no, so you had the biggest chance for Aroro.

... but, well, she was with the boy, too, drinking quite a bit.

Forgive me for being so ambitious.

"- Uh, uh... kick, kiss, how about that!?

I blamed him.

Aroro blamed him for his bad face, which seemed to be treated like a suspicious person if he went away with suspicion of behavior and showed it to people a little.

I thought one hand in this offense was one hand in a real battle.

And I didn't think I was a bad hand.

Surprisingly handsome with drunken momentum, I thought it might be a critical place to be able to sit in a booze seat.

Even if you can say no, you can make excuses because you were drunk.

Well, if I were you, I'd take it with or without a proclamation.

You don't give them a choice.

And after that, of course. Ugh... Excuse me. I got caught up in a little bit of a paranoid fantasy.

But here I finally get it.

"- Okay. I'll take it off."

The boy is drunk.

"- Take it off?"

"- Take it off?"

"- Uh-huh!

With me and Mr. Glock tilting their necks, the boy really took off his top.

Oh, by the way, Arolo had a nasty voice.

I have no choice. Because she was drunk too.

In the first place, you're a coward who can't dictate a man without the power of alcohol.

Really, it's silly of you not to know how to use that fine body.

"-... ugh... hot"

- Oh, hey, that.

The boy who took off his clothes reached for the corpse sickness (Zombie Lamb) that was at the table. I drank up about half of it left in the bottle at once. Ring my throat very hard.

――…………

――…………

――…………

"- So let's go next."

It looks really primitive.

Not that my face turns red, not that my tone is suspicious.

If there is something strong and strange about it, is it enough not to subtly convey the words of others?

But there's obviously something wrong with what you're doing. I can't think in primitive terms.

Me and Mr. Glock, we gazed at each other.

Something's wrong with the boy, trying to keep it open.

That's what I meant.

But there was one person at that table who couldn't read the air.

"-Oh, man! I'll take it off too!!

You got a clear idea this way.

Yeah, because Aroro was totally drunk, too. He is a typical drunk who sleeps in the streets in a noise. This one also appeared on the face.

The boy's naked upper body must have excited her. Supposedly a rampage for that.

And the boy stopped Aroro, who really tried to take his clothes off.

"- No, no, no."

"- Huh?"

"- Because I'm the one who takes it off."

I'm not sure what the word means, but the boy said it away with a crisp face.

- Nobody's gonna let me take it off while I'm taking it off.

I don't know what the word means, but it was kinda cool why.

A drunk said such nonsense to a drunk.

Meaning?

You don't know.

Because it's nonsense to seek rationality in the words and deeds of a drunk.

And Arolo cried when he heard the words.

I wept sooo much.

"- You... don't like Boyne...?

An unexpected word Arolo said in a fine voice like a girl,

"- Buuuuuuu!?

You fell for my bump.

Yeah, that's already, crisp as if you were after it. Brilliantly hammered.

Now I have a feeling about what's so funny, because I had alcohol in it for minutes. Think it wasn't rational.

So, it is true that Lord Robin joined us at this time.

"- Hey, what's all the fuss?"

I, laughing down, tried to explain myself by suppressing my emotions.

but the boy reacted before that.

As you know, he's still naked at this time.

Aroro was totally looking at the boy in the face of a woman. That wasn't arolo anymore, it was erotic.

"- Nice to meet you. Tits. It's not Boyne."

What's the matter now?

"- Nice to meet you. It's Rovae Wittan."

Lord Robin's response was pretty chaotic, wasn't it?

I think you have a lot of nerve that you can normally give back to someone who's naked and introduces you like that without changing their expression.

"- Hey!? Don't you like Boyne?

Eloro screamed.

"- Boyne can't. Because I'm a boob."

The boy seemed committed to his chest.

But you don't lower your gaze at all, you look them in the eye with a crisp face and say it.

I would still feel safe if I could ask with some sketchy mind, but I don't have any of that either. Honestly, I've even felt like I was looking at one scale of something horrible.

"- Then take it off!

"- No, I can't. Take it off because I'll take it off."

"- Wait, wait. Just wait!!

Grammar also said something strange, and the boy stood up and put his hand on his pants - Mr. Glock, who was stationary about whether he didn't want to be involved or watched what was going on, just raised his voice.

Lord Robin stopped reflexively, didn't he?

It was nice timing.

In that lack of hesitation on the part of the boy, even if he was a second late, it would have been like porn turning into a beast...... no.

"- Stop it! Just take it off down in front of the public and they'll catch you!

- It's okay.

The boy said plainly to Mr. Glock, still with a crisp and vain face.

"- 'Cause I'm gonna take my pants off properly."

"- Don't be extra! Seriously, they're gonna bust you in the jail!

... It was really, really a dangerous place.

"- It wasn't long after that.

I beat the boy and stunned him, and Lord Robin retrieved the boy.

Likewise, as I moved, Mr. Glock caught the attention of Eloro and let Lord Robin escape.

And when he realized the boy was gone, porn turned violent on Mr. Glock... "

I see, and Leheinz nods.

"Is that where I came back"

Le Heinz stopped Arolo and apologized to the store for the faults of his men, who had caused a serious commotion in the quiet tavern, and managed to put the place away by paying the accounts of the guests there.

The story came to a close.

This would have turned out to be the whole of that night.

I've heard all the long stories there. There's also a sense of accomplishment and a little tiredness, but most importantly, the indescribable aftertaste weighs weirdly.

It's not bad, it's just not tasty, it has a weird aftertaste.

"... well, that's it"

After a lot of silence, Leheinz leaked a potpourri.

"- That boy is our benefactor. So let's forget about this story, only tonight."

The captain raises the cup.

"Don't tell anyone."

Plus, a cup of white women and successful youth hits.

- The knight's vow to hide whether it was Boyne or Tits was made here.