Stranger’s Handbook

"Hmm... you have to be prepared when you give Dwarf a drink."

"Didn't you know? I thought I told you."

"My lord, it's cold water"

The sound of a banquet heard on the wind

Apparently drink until morning

We were back in the office one foot away from each other... but there's something in front of us that's going to be depressing.

"Oh. Albert, that's good water"

"Oh, to me, too? Sir Albert."

"... I don't have eyes around me. Albert is fine, master."

drinking the cold water prepared by the dogs, the presence of that thing increases as the consciousness saps

"Well... it won't be over if you escape reality forever."

"You won't have a choice, Master. I know I need to do something about this..."

"My lord, is this a book?

The stuff we stare at.

It's something Tarcell has with a really nasty face

"My Lord Zest, this is the protégé from the home of the women whom His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has given birth to."

Read it before you rattle.

Tarcell, with all that aura, whines the same lines we used to have when we came back to the room.

"I don't like it!! Though there must be a disgust written all over such a thick parent book!

"Give up. I'll help you with one."

"It's a shame. I wish I could have helped... I think it would be better if I didn't!

You know damn well what Albert's capable of... I don't expect this guy to be a civilian so I can't help it.

Nevertheless, my young daughter was beaten by the Imperial Crown Prince.

Absolutely relatives would be angry

I guess it represents anger in such a far-fetched way because it wouldn't be directly crisp

Three books named Parent Books Tarcell has.

One book is about the thickness of my thumb, and my master and I take it slowly.

When I sat in a chair and cut the seal, I said the same line.

"" Albert, please have a strong drink ""

"Ha!!

I can't do this without a drink.

I don't know if you're drunk or if you don't like it and your body refuses to. The tremor hits you. Spread it with your fingers

And when I see the body, my master and I will align and stop moving.

""... blood letters... you say?

Interesting handwriting is red and black, highlighting the unnecessarily creepy

Are you angry enough to write all this thickness in blood?

Moisturize your crispy throat with the liquor prepared by the wasting dog, but not enough at all

"" Albert! Bring more!!

"Ha!!!

In a situation where even a master who should be vulnerable to alcohol can't get drunk, the old man's only reading club continues

It would still be better if you were honestly cursed

It says, "Thank you very much," in a handwriting that trembles with anger.

No fool would think, 'Oh, you're happy' with this.

"Yes, Master! I'm scared! I'm near the limit!

"Hold on, Zest! I'm putting up with the sickness of throwing up too!

"It's an addition to booze!!

It's like being told directly if you give me so much distraction.

Reading goes on, albeit devastated by the mental

And by the time the room without the ceiling was getting brighter, it was the last one

One sentence was written there, and my master and I would be in a mayhem.

"Best Regards, Our Elder"

"... what?

"... Elder?

I don't know why elders come out of the story of a toddler conceived by the Crown Prince.

Is this an aristocratic rhetoric?

But then the master will understand.

Yet I have a master next to me who sees a letter with a keatonic face, just like me.

"My Lord Zest, I have a verbal message from those three parents"

"... say it"

Reply to Tarsel with a ragged voice burned with alcohol

Master seems to be staring at that exchange with a tired face too

"I don't have a word of gratitude for getting a big year over 100. My clan has to hate any thanks to the Empire."

"A hundred?

"Big year increase?

I don't understand Tarcell's message at all. He keeps telling us to be gentle.

"Apparently, those three were the famous old men as' The Three Back of the House Without Going ', although their appearance is oh. Because of his young appearance, the Beasts didn't seem to have any help... he said it was mixed with the Dwarves."

"... come on..."

"Quick... I wanted you to say..."

My master and I seem to have lost the thread of tension there, and we lost consciousness just like that.

Instead of going, the spirits of the three backhouses cut their consciousness.

Please, don't let Kature react to the word "big year"

I hoped so in my fading consciousness, thinking it was useless.

It smells like alcohol.

"You're a good man, son-in-law."

It seems a few hours had passed since me and my master felt comfortable getting their consciousness pruned, and the light of day poured down in a room without a ceiling.

And right in front of me, there was a frontier uncle and Kathua who were picking his temples.

"Good morning. I know you have a lot to say, but look at this first. You can watch Kathua too."

"Huh?... This is..."

"Become!? He said he was a hundred years old and had a big year!! Are you selling straw fights!!??

No, I'm not.

Kathua, the surprise is there, but not in the right direction.

It's also dangerous to go in there, so take a letter, blurb, tremble. Lolibaba ignores it and moves on.

"If this is' I was anxious I could get pregnant so I could gobble it first... 'right?

"Right. I don't have a problem with it because I'm actually old. Being pregnant and having a baby is important to the nobility."

"Then I will tell the Empire. I'll send a letter from their parents with me."

"I see, did you feel safe reading this... My son-in-law is in constant distress"

He convinced me that it wasn't something I was skipping, it was something I had no choice about.

Kathua, whose face is bright red next door, keeps it out of sight as much as possible

I wrote to His Majesty the Emperor quickly, leaving him to the Dragon Knight Squad.

At this level, Albert won't have to go.

"Later, let's look at the time and take them to Imperial City. It's safer than here."

"Right. That would be nice...... by the way, what happened to Sonia?

"I had a drink last night to read that letter... it was a lot of strong booze, so not yet..."

"Oh man, I can't even fix being vulnerable to booze"

"My Lord Zest, my master is having a fine cramp, how would you like it!?

"If it's moving, it's alive. Keep it that way."

"Ha!"

My master, who stuck me at my desk, had a bloodless, bright white face, and said, 'Don't shout out loud' or something, but ignore

Even I was shown hell during special training, so maybe a little bit.

"This is happening because of alcohol, so it can't be cured by therapeutic magic, and you have no choice. Uncle Borderline, please help me with the clerical work."

"Right. There's nothing magical about booze. I'll take care of this."

I can treat that, too, but I'm not gonna do it.

Sometimes a master should see hell.

Besides, I think it's safe to have an uncle on the border.

I'll be processing the paperwork with Tekipaki, thanking the grandfather of the facial murder weapon, and I'll do my job, too.

"My Lord Zest, may I?

"Dad, a hundred years old is still young!

"I don't want Albert to have administrative skills, so let me know when my master stops moving. Kathua, if it's an elf standard, it's a species with a short lifespan… you don't have to be convinced to cut it off."

"Ha! Thank you for understanding. Happy!

Unlike a wasting dog who honestly replies, Kathua how anger doesn't subside

Still in a bad mood

Probably not mad about '100 Years Older'

You must be angry that such a young man is pregnant and you don't have someone to deal with.

"Kathua, come here. You ruined your pretty face when you were so angry, huh? Look, just sit on your lap."

"That doesn't calm me down!

You say that, but you come to me at first sight, and you sit on your knees sassy.

You're gonna stick to me while I bluff my legs.

"I'll miss you when you get married. Would you live with me as my daughter a little more? Marriage wouldn't be too late after that, would it?

"... Dad, you think you miss me upstairs without straw?

"Naturally. When the end of this war is over, shall we even enter the hot springs in the Patriarchate? I want to take my time with my family."

"Family... yes. Take your time with your family."

I'm finally getting in a better mood, and if I stroke your head in a hock at Kature's condition, I'll deepen your smile even more.

Now Kathua's gonna be okay... Damn it, please, don't talk about your age in front of this guy.

I'm awake but tired of my head quickly, but I'll rethink it and check the material at hand

There was a stunning fact written there.

"Become!? That Mira is 120 years old!!

Baba!

That looks like a good place to be 120 or some scam.

Is it a Loribaba manufacturing machine or the Dwarves?!?

"Oh, my God... that girl."

"Are you so surprised? On Daddy."

"Zest...... stop shouting"

Trinity's response, but the two men don't give a mouthful of key facts

Because I understand what happens when you say it.

"Ho ho. I'm surprised you're 120."

That's what the dogs said with the doya face.

Are you going to tell me? Will I say Baba in this stream?

When me and Uncle Borderline turned their anxious and anticipating obsession, Kathua started working his magic off her knees

By the way, my master can't get up yet.

"But I'm relieved. You can't beat a Kathua lady to that extent! The oldest seat is in the hands of the Grand Duke!!

A no-good fist-grabbing dog when he lifts his right hand with a very good smile

Kathua's black flames wrapped him around him.

Albert... why did you think it was an age battle

I can't wait to finish the manual for the Beasts.