Sanzen no Souru Supina

■ Twenty-third night: odd invitations

"Oh, Barton, are you all right?"

It is close to a miracle that a merchant ship manipulated by Menace dived into the inner bay of the capital of the Vibronze Empire: Heliatium, sneaking through the harsh winter seas that suddenly began to wild.

A narrow water supply to the Gulf of Gorge, where a chopped cliff stretches out from left to right and boasts great beauty at the time of a natural fortress.

It is a place famous for its sudden tide flow, famous for the dramatic changes in its flow depending on the time period.

Without the desperate manoeuvres of the sailors under Menace and the side of the tide, it would have been very hard to reach.

Must have been a reef outside the bay tomorrow morning and a wreck.

Once in the bay, the waves quieted at once.

It was a lesson for coastal people to welcome ships that survived the winter storm waters to the pier by the harbour workers in total.

That would have meant selling favors to someone who brought in valuable traded goods.

At the same time, however, it was also in a mutually reinforcing spiritual sense.

Anything that abandons one's companion is always limited from the other.

Imagine what it's like in the Great Sea Plains.

And as a nation, there was another reason.

Immigration controls are carried out there to stop the plague from entering literally on the water.

Vessels that have developed pesto, for example, must remain outside the bay until their epidemic disaster subsides with the yellow sail unacceptable for boarding and grounding.

This was also the rule of the sailors.

In this case, it was an emergency call that omitted the screening and confirmation process.

Quarantine and ad hoc examinations were natural.

However, the quarantine was done immediately. Because most of the commissioners on the ride were already blowing up steam from the flesh that had been worked up and burned on the day, raising blood vessels in their upper bodies that had been stripped out even though they had been struck by cold sea water and rainstorms.

Norman is also mixed among them.

The rower in the gallery is a tight job.

Even large adults raise their roots in half a day.

The life expectancy of rowers who have to work without replacement personnel is said to be six months.

For that reason, it is normal for something called a gallery rower applicant to have so many circumstances.

That is, usually the criminals as punishment.

If not, volunteer for the men and sons of the poor farmers to eat them up and sniff out their families or their own pastries.

Of course, if it were a time of war, things would change, but this was more or less the gallery situation in the Ixophone community.

Of course, the rowers of this ship, for which Menace is captain, are sailors with a formal contract, so the job is also on a rotating basis.

Instead, what is free of hand, in time of war, must work as a soldier.

Since they were such war-torn sailors, when it came to health, the quarantine officer gave his pass with one eye.

Also, not a single line of Burtons, who were the few passengers, had any problems at all.

Burton looked completely the same as usual in his old age, and the faces of the Knights of Catel Hospital, headed by Norman, were flat.

Do not let Dada (Dante) fear the "Viper's Fang" by playing Aram's military ships and pirates.

The most worried Iris, but this one went into the hall, smiling with a smile.

Except for one, Trao.

"Ugh, excuse me, Miss Illis"

"What are you talking about? Besides, you're my husband. Please, Iris, and only"

Trao was raising his pitiful voice as he sank from his head into that Iris knee pillow.

Covered with a towel, besides the care to rest your mind even with a sushi, from Serra,

"That's too nasty of a gaze to look up at Iris' chest from the bottom."

was attributed to the scratch that

The trao of the day is just bewildered by the warm, soft and loving feeling of the United Kingdom, flirting with the wind of the storm and, for that matter, being pushed, not by the occasional.

I have no words to give back to Serra.

I wonder how that touches Serra's account.

I'm not crying anymore.

By the way, Serra and Trao are set to be brothers and sisters in law.

I mean, Serra in the setup is Iris' sister.

Iris was going to alternate knee pillows at any time, but that setting got in the way and it doesn't work out very well.

Instead of my newlywed daughter-in-law, my sister couldn't have reached her knee pillow, and even without that setting, her pride and complicated romance as a woman didn't stop her from giving up her position.

Such a sera was all that Iris had to be adorable about.

Of course, Trao's symptoms were nothing more than seasickness.

The quarantine officers also seemed to have been detoxified, so that Serra even had a series of pitiful, pitiful tests, which took place in a very soothing atmosphere.

After about a minute of procedure, by the end of the unloading, it was completely dark around.

The unloading could have been turned tomorrow, but it was unacceptable as a wine dealer to leave the shaky bottom loaded with wine, albeit in the bay.

Unloading under swinging, wet and slippery feet in the rain is a more dangerous job than you can imagine.

Anyway, the standard barrel weighs just as much in the sky as it weighs in with the great decoy.

No matter what power you boast, it's impossible to lift that full of contents.

If it's something to be accidentally underlayed, this can't be as good as a fracture.

But still, the load had to be unloaded.

There are a number of factors that degrade the wine, but the most important of these are sunlight and vibration.

Regardless of the sunlight for what is packed in the barrel, vibration was a great enemy for wine.

If the waves are quiet too, it's acceptable, but not tonight.

The work continued, trying to sew between the rain and the wind.

For Burton, who plays the role of being a wine farmer and being the big husband of a wine merchant, he has to slap his son and his wife into the job, so that obsession has to be shown.

Yeah, I guess Burton thought about it.

It was the type that could play a role.

It was then that the man called out, capturing Burton's sleeve, who had deposited the load in a trusted warehouse and had finished paying the deposit wages and taxes.

Zazaza, and bring the rain noise, and the carriage with the room (cabin) that the man came in turns away.

A noble woven and embroidered garment peeked through the back of a coat wet in seawater and rainwater.

The age was probably almost as old as Barton's, in his sixties, or an old man.

"To what extent?

To Barton's cut back, the old man: the man who named him Pedro smiled with a broken face.

"To twenty years of dating, to how much, and have you come! No joke at all about Mr. Omae!

Barton opened his eyes and then, silently, pointed his finger at Pedro.

"That's right, that's right, it's me, Burton, buntline. I finally remembered, since I looked like one. What, you almost there? That's how you breathed when you slapped your son and his wife into the business. Pedro. Pedronaces Enoteca."

Enoteca, Barton came with a pin under the name.

Enoteca is a store that deals with alcohol, which also deals particularly with wine.

Some countries also mean wine storage, wine outlets, etc.

In other words, this man is a businessman buying wine.

Because Pedro can also mean stone... Ishizo, if you bore the meaning of this man's name.

I just didn't know Barton at all about this guy.

I didn't say no by mistake of memory.

That's why Serra, Norman, and Iris can't help it.

Only Trao, however, is on the verge of ascension with his face sandwiched in the canyon of the breast of Illis.

I laugh at my knees from time to time, creeping.

I was totally coming to my legs.

"(I have no idea what's going on, but let's get on with it here)"

Burton made a smile as he focused on Norman.

Norman also returns the acknowledgement with his eyes.

"Shit, Pedro. Not at all for you. I wanted to keep it a secret."

"I don't know, give me one letter. Catel Island and Heliatium would take less than a week if the wind blessed them. But my nose as a winemaker cannot be deluded. If it's coming, it's the only place right before the trading route returns from winter. Items that have also crossed the sea of winter storms are expensive because of their edges. I thought they were going to put up a fight."

With a glimmer of product knowledge, Pedro put his hands on the load he had just lowered when he had a nostalgic grin.

"So, how's it going to be? Barton Recommended Less Givivo (* Grape Variety. Muscat Alexandria) in light of the real world."

Burton had more evidence and a vial than a theory. He took it and let it drip into Pedro's back of his hand.

As soon as that aroma rose, it attracted not only Pedro, but everyone around him.

"Oh, oh, how noble. Hmm. Incense like aged tea, fig-like condensation dried there...... on leaving, the scent of white flowers in the distance all the way. Yeah, but this pulls the rest. Hard to break up like the best woman ever!

As he slowly smelled the aroma and finally mouthed it in the hands of the princess, Pedro mouthed it on one of those drops that was on the back of his own hand with high viscosity and sparkled when it came to gems.

"Superb (Bravissima)"

Low roaring and twinkling.

But that's nothing more than the best compliment.

"I'll buy this painting."

Guru, said Pedro, pointing to Mount Barrel.

That's twice the price Barton assumed.

"You can't be too generous about anything, Pedro. Besides, if I sold it lightly, I wouldn't be studying my son."

"Think of it as a celebration, you stubborn jizz. And I can't buy it all. I bought the shipment without competing again. I'll buy the grievances of my colleagues."

But tomorrow morning, Pedro will buy the finest products for twice the market price, and if they hear about it, they'll be blood-eyed.

Even at this time, superb sweet wines were luxurious.

The strong and strong rarity of people for sweetness made them do so.

However, if you ask how this wine is made, you will be convinced of its high price as well.

Burton's finest products were brewed half after the harvest, shaded half for two weeks, and re-fermented just after the first fermentation - a delicacy made by the method of shade drying (passing sheet).

The carefully shaded grapes lose moisture and increase sugar content.

For that matter, Song (Kasa) decreases dramatically.

Naturally, but not for mass production.

It will be really small.

Normally, from the end of the packing, do the opposite of how quickly pressing grapes is important.

Thanks to this, however, the wines produced by this Aram method acquire a magical flavour and aroma.

"Dude, don't spoil me too much"

"Why? If I sell you a favor here, it'll be convenient later, won't it? Hey, young husband."

A trao finally opened from Illis, blushing, nodded.

Probably not, I certainly don't know what that means.

"Come on, Trao, let's get this deal started! Don't expose yourself like you can see under your feet!

Burton's drink rang in the warehouse.

Cuckoo, and Pedro's burst of laughter continues.

"By the way, you, are you going to make up your mind about the inn tonight?

"Hey, I just got here."

"I deliver the load to my customers after this, and they invite me to dinner there. Come with me. It's not a bad story for you."

And it's better to invite you there than to be the real reason why I came out tonight.

Pedro said with a serious peek into Burton's eyes.

Looks like you got to the point, Barton recaptured his belly.

And his eyes narrowed, and he nodded ahead.

As the loading and unloading sounded and the hanging sounded, Norman made it look like he was losing his posture.

But Pedro lightly revealed the identity of the person who invited the Burtons to join him.

"Lucatius Enqueranos Fadias"

To the unexpected appearance of the name, to Norman, to Iris, to Serra, who was listening behind it, not just to Burton, and even to Menace, who finished loading into the warehouse of the load, for a moment, so much so that he stood up without words.

Because that was the name of the present emperor of the other vibronze: Lucatius XII, its human name.

"If you have a captain and a woman to accompany you, you're asking me to invite you."

Can I go, too? I don't think so. "

Rain or wave bumps, Menace asked as she wiped her soaked body anyway.

Healthy, but only Serra blushes and distracts herself from that appearance of unsparingly exposing her wounded upper body to symbolize the fact that she has been diving through rough events.

Where does the same woman blow the wind and keep smiling?

"Your Majesty Lucatius is very interested in the situation on the West Side. If anyone knew what was going on around there, I would have. This storm won't stop soon. I want to bring one barrel of wine, a souvenir. If you wish to accompany her as her husband."

At this time, why did Pedro advise Menace and the others to accompany him?

When asked why, Burton realized the circumstances hidden behind this unusual offer.

I see, with the activation of the Crusaders, the chances of an East-West collision, and the latest information can be obtained as multilaterally as possible.

It is an episode in which the vision of Lucatius, said to be the literary emperor, is questioned.

But this also means, on the contrary, that the Emperor: Lucatius does not trust the ambassadors stationed in Vibronze.

In fact, many Western countries, including the EXTRAM Pope's Agency, did not send plenipotentiary ambassadors to the land.

The exception is the National Alliance of Musette Commercial Cities, with Deedyam as its ally.

Vibronze Imperial Capital: Heliatium, a node between East and West, meant a great deal to them.

Incidentally, a plenipotentiary ambassador literally means "an agent whose personal statement is treated as a formal state decision".

Wake up is not the same as the wood-end officials you ask.

He is the chief diplomat with the prestige and trust of the state on his shoulders.

Now, the emperor's intention to purchase fresh and unbiased information from a wide range of sources, anyway, is.

Why, that denotes Burton and his line.

Due attention needed to be paid to this.

And why Pedro disguises Burton as a pattern of old knowledge and plays that relationship.

In common sense, this is already an anomaly.

I have a plan.

No, I'm daring to let you know that I have plans.

When it comes to card games, they're asking me if I'm going to get loaded (raised) with half my bills on.

However, Burton accepts this offer in a dazzling manner.

Jump into a tiger hole and find life in the midst of death.

To Ashley's father, the way Gresnau, who was once his lord, was good at it.

It was Burton's eighteenth.

Serra and Trao seemed to look up to Barton, but Norman closed his eyes and hung up one eyebrow and just laughed.

Iris, too, was just smiling as if he didn't feel it, such as a sense of crisis.

If you jump into the mouth of a tiger, that is, a man who beats this all over with an iron fist, and the bearer of sanctity who even the hungry tiger falls down: "The Virgin of the Rebirth”.

From the task that I have entrusted to myself, I fulfill my rendezvous and encounter with Ashledau, the father of the Savior.

That the task of risking the fate of the world does not go in a single line.

Therefore, we must jump into a situation that we do not anticipate.

They were already ready.

It was the literary emperor: Lucatius, who was told to pay tribute to the immense inland sea connected with the Gulf of Gorge: even the great sea snakes living in the Obsidian Sea, who invited the line tonight.

I don't hear him talking about himself being a "spindle" capable man, but it's not strange what kind of psychic he is in that gesture.

If the offer involves the use of those supernatural "Hiragana" users, the three of them immediately decided that it was not a good idea to keep track of the situation.

The line decided to head to Lucatius' private residence amid a dusty storm.