Sougen no Okite ~Shii Yatsu ga Moteru, Ii Buzoku ni Umarekawatta zo~

It begins with eighteen summer seasons. It was my wife's bragging match in the booze seat with Obudai.

"I don't have a look at my place. Beautiful and good cooking. You'll be planting horse milk wine soon. It's delicious."

"My place isn't as pretty as your look, but you're a good cook. It should taste better than your horse's milk."

Me and Obudai were stopped by Temsy for having liquor in them and keeping their mouths shut.

Then I tried to be clear in black and white.

Three days later at noon, we took the form of bringing over horse milk liquor that we had made the day before each other and putting it on black and white at Temsy's discretion.

I'll be right back in Pao. I told him about this one. Noel looked frightened, but the other children were riding.

I went the next day to pick up Halgar's leaves. The Lucci and the others pick out a good halgar leaf and bring it back to the cage.

Then at noon of the second day, add horse's milk to the meat, add ten halgar leaves, and scratch slowly.

Whether this spin is too fast or too slow, it doesn't make for delicious horse milk liquor.

Many times the women take turns, scratching and horse milk wine is made.

Lucci and the others were full of motivation.

And three days later, they brought each other horse's milk wine and compared it to Temsy's.

"Right. I think Lord Obudai tastes better. Therefore, Lord Obudai will prevail."

I lost myself to Temsy's words.

Lucci and the others are surprised and open their eyes.

A nigga looking ob die approached me.

"Pfft. Jumka, you're an independent house, but I inherited the house. You know what this means?

"What!"

"There are horse milk breeds in my house that have been passed down from generation to generation. You're the halgar leaf I collected yesterday. It won't be a fight."

I was honestly frustrated with the words of Obdie.

But I could have calmed down. Because the look behind me is putting tremendous pressure on me. Yeah, maybe your face is smiling. I can't say anything when that pressure pisses me off.

"Of Die, it's my loss indeed. But the starting point for this battle is the good and bad arm of my wife. In the current battle, I can't decide the good or bad cooking skills of my wife after all. You can win this time, but one more time. Let's use each other's Hulgar leaves to compete next."

Ob die is nasty in my opinion.

"Yeah? I don't know what to do."

Temsy approaches me when I say that while holding a cobble in the frustrating look of an ob die.

"My brother-in-law, you can say that. Again, now let's compete with each other with horse milk liquor made from halgar leaves"

I looked at Themuzzi's words and said there was no choice of obedience.

"I'm sorry. Temsy."

"No, it's fun compared to swallowing alcohol. Because it's good to be able to do it again."

Yes, Temsy said with a grin.

The battle was three days later, but it was postponed because I went to mediation. The demonic noise that followed did not open that summer.

As I recall the following year, I decided to compete in horse milk wine. Doing so is the first crescent day of the summer season. In other words, I decided to do it as a pastime for Satanic Ritual Day.

I forgot the ob die, but I haven't.

In the spring season after defeating Bran, he used Urge to prune the hulgars around him, a hulgar still growing in the young buds, and used growth enhancement for his hulgars.

And it's summer season. I picked that halgar leaf.

Looks like the Lucchis regretted their last defeat, too. Looks like you made a lot of trial and error while I was at mediation.

Noel's.

"Wouldn't the taste change with the temperature of horse milk"

Apparently Lucci came pinned to the word. They made and tasted five types of horse's milk liquor, such as room temperature, which was cooler than room temperature, human skin, slightly warmer than that, and slightly warmer.

At that time, the pregnant children drank in hiding under the big nickname Taste. Hey, why don't you give it a try?

Wolge's raised halgar leaves, how to make horse milk liquor studied by Lucci and the others. The best horse milk wine combined was completed.

The crying of the children is echoed in the summer ritual.

Is it good for the face made by Jesus, that there are so many kids crying when they look at my child?

Two horse milk liquors are placed before the temsies.

Thamzy first included ob-dye horse milk liquor in her mouth.

"I see, I see, it has a refreshing aftertaste with acidity"

That's what I said. Temsy next put my liquor in her mouth.

At that moment, I drank the contents of the vessel all at once.

"Delicious. What is this? The taste is too different at all. This is a pre-match problem."

To Themuzzi's admiration, I turn the biggest doya face to the Obedi.

Ob die is going to regret it.

Ha ha. It feels good. I won. I won.

Well, it was forbidden for Urji to grow halgar leaves from the following year. Let's pass on this year's horse milk liquor as a horse milk breed for generations.

The following year, four families, such as Uchiran and Mukai, said that they wanted to participate as well, and they were to participate anew.

And the following year was also celebrated with the participation of six new families.

We broke into the Patriarchate, and in the post-Chieftaincy chatter, me and Temsy...

"I'd like to go home by the time I compare alcohol during the summer ritual."

Gordle asked me to talk to him.

I hear Godle is interested. When I told him how I had been, I showed interest.

"Yes, Lord Thames, the judgment is being conducted by Lord Thames, isn't it?

"Yes, but..."

"Then let's have that review, Au, Ag and Siu, right? Let's also put Prato in. Wonder if those four could join us? Lord Thaemsey, it would be better for all of us to have a five-person opinion than just one."

Godle speaks with great candles.

Gordle was calling Hacki, acting chief of Sibal, Brozn and Plato, to talk about what Temsy and I were going to do.

"That sounds interesting. We want to participate."

"Um, I don't mind, but you guys are gonna have to have a summer ritual, too, right?

Temsy's opinion was the best. It's not good in the absence of a sheikh in a summer ritual.

The moment everyone was convinced of Temsy's opinion, Godle slapped his hand.

"Right, why don't we do this? My tribe is going to compare alcohol. And bring the best liquor in each tribe. Not the best in the tribe. Compare the meadows."

Five people nodded at Godle's opinion. This year's liquor comparison has become meadow scale.

Between spring and summer, Lilyn gave birth to a boy, Noel to a boy, and Glynn to a boy. Needless to say, the house thrived with three consecutive boys.

Especially when I told Glynn to rejoice, I ran out of great words.

A comparison of alcohol was also made this year, and the cultivation of plants by magic was forbidden, but no eye-catching by magic is forbidden, so precise eye-catching by Urge's magic and temperature control of horse milk by Noel. The best horse milk liquor was made by constant scratching under Lucci's skillful instructions.

Temsy also recognized my house as the best and became a representative of the tribe.

My horse's milk liquor was unanimously at the top compared to the liquor gathered by Au, Ag, Siu, Prato and Longa.

"Phew, no matter which of Longa's participants came out here, Longa's win was unshakeable this time"

The other four sheikhs were angry at this word of Temsy. And the next year, the other chiefs joined in and got even more excited.