Sweet Reincarnation

The Lords' Palace on Mortairn territory. A very loud laugh echoes in the room the next lord makes his private room.

"Bu-ha-ha. Uh-huh."

"Tobiam, you're laughing too much"

"But if you come to visit me when I hear that the young man has fallen, that outfit. And the reason I collapsed... Bucha, no, I can't stop laughing."

Tobaiam-Ahunov. During the first kidnapping of Miss Liquorice, she was admitted to double spearwork and became a member of the Mortairn family.

A man with a harsh appearance and a boneless impression accompanied by a figure reminiscent of a sardine. Nowadays, the education by Grassage has also been completed and attached to the military, starting with policing. Because of his easy-going personality, he is also the moodmaker of the new enlistment, and it is Grassage's assessment that there seems to be hope among them.

There's a reason these newcomers are laughing so hard. Though it's good to hear that Pace has fallen and came to pay a visit, he got stuck in the bump when he asked why.

"Bu-ha-ha, bu-ha-ha"

"Come on, stop that stupid laugh"

"'Cause, you know, I drank my own liquor, and I was drunk, and I said I fell... and it was all over my face with herbs... ghoul, ghoul, ghoul"

"Ha, that's enough"

The pastry is laid to sleep so that it can be tied to the bed. I've been painted all over my face with medicinal herbs that I'm told will drain the poison, and I've been told never to get out of bed until I get permission.

The reason for this is that the reason for the fall is "alcoholism”.

"Nevertheless, what the young man does is still not applauded."

"As far as I'm concerned, it's normal."

"Normal people don't accidentally make booze with the intention of making sugar. When I first heard it, I had no idea what I was talking about."

I'm surprised, too.

Things to do Desolate. Yes, it is Douglad-Alagna who praises the next lord. He is also a newcomer who has just completed his new education in Glasage. Although the year is in the late twenties. It is middle-bodied and has a particularly uncharacteristic appearance. Excellent, but insulted by its appearance, he was introduced to a clerical position in the Mortairn family where he could not find a good place to work and was rolling over the job.

He is a man who has a parent who is a Duchess Viscount and serves as a foreign service squire, and who plans to divide up foreign affairs in general even in Mortaire territory.

The boy glanced back at the two newcomers, who were not even young.

How the two newcomers came to be baptized to realize the insanity of Pais sounds terribly stupid but Pais.

This is how it happened.

Pais instructed me to leave that juice in the barn after squeezing the remaining prototype of corn juice. Soon afterwards, with the exception of the precipitated ones, we were going to experiment with the removal of impurities.

But he became the feather of going to Wang Du on a quick errand, and by the time he came back, it had been more than a full two days.

Barn with just the right temperature and ventilation. environment in a dry and germ-resistant area. Beautifully washed tarai. Quality yeast that was plenty attached to the juicer for wine. Solgam juice filled with sugar and sealed in barrels. conveniently abandoned time.

As a result of these conditions being aligned, there is one answer when it comes to what has been done. It's booze.

Alcohol can be broken down by yeast action. Even in nature, the phenomenon itself is not uncommon, so much so that fruits and the like may ferment naturally to produce alcohol. If only the conditions were in place.

By any chance, the corn milk juice (juice), placed in an environment of unparalleled quality, was splendidly changed into alcohol.

After Pais took a tasting when he noticed it, it seemed to have been too much for the child's body, and the drunkenness turned around and the wings fell. All three of them are hungry.

It is so juicy that it was originally intended to be sugar. It contains a large amount of sugar. Because it was a liquor made from such a very sugary juice, a so-called lady killer was born, sweet and easy to drink for the relatively high alcohol content.

Even the kids were bad enough to just get cocky and drinkable if they just started drinking and it was too late when they realized it. All I could do was three kids who became bellon bellons.

Casserole and Shiites, who heard this news, were first frightened before they were angry. When it comes to the pastries causing a lot of commotion, the two of them are at the earliest point of giving up, but I never thought that the children would make their own liquor on the boulder and drink it. In the first place, there were no vineyards in Mortarn territory, and I didn't even expect to be able to drink anything other than barley wine.

Should I be happy that it is going to be a new specialty in the territory, should I scold you for making me impotent, or should I be comforted that you have failed to make sugar? After worrying about the problem, the first priority was to get rid of alcohol. It is also referred to as the advance of the problem.

"Fuhi, ha, oh I laughed. My stomach seems cramped. … and. Oh, yes, I have a message from the Admiral that if you lose your liquor, you should come to the office, but I'll tell him before I forget."

"Is this a call from your father... why don't you two get pissed off in my place?

"I don't like it. I don't want to lose my corner job. It's all about getting angry with me."

Pais shaved, wiping the herb smeared face with a wet cloth, and getting fit.

The movement was terribly slow, and I felt like I was talking about a child who was doing something nasty.

"Young lady, when you're done scolding me, let me drink that booze."

"If it stays."

Dropped off the drinkable year by two squire stepping over him a long time ago, Pace heads to the office with a heavy foothold.

Gently knock on the office door. I wish I didn't hear you, it was just a little knock, but it sounded just like a tingling casserole and shiites.

"That's Pace. Come in."

Hilarious father's voice.

Worried about what excuse it was, Pace entered the office.

The boy was urged to sit on the couch while being stared at with the intimidation of an ancient warrior.

"Well, let's be happy that you're feeling better first. I'm glad you're feeling better, as my father."

"Thank you"

With a talk that doesn't sound happy, Casserole talks. It's like I'm going to hear my heart say, "Take care of yourself again, you idiot."

Sitting deeply in the chair of the office and following Shiites beside it is a grand atmosphere that, from anywhere, is said to be the Lord of the family.

"I know you wish to enrich this territory. I also know that it is moving a lot for this reason. I appreciate your wisdom and your ability to act, and I trust your strength."

"Yes."

"But I don't remember allowing myself to. Always what you say, but before you do anything, talk to him beforehand. Didn't I tell you that the other day?

"Sorry for the inconvenience. I remember what they said."

The Lord's voice is strong.

Although it was good because the cause of Pace's fall this time was alcohol, the possibility that this was a poison other than alcohol was well considered.

"What I was talking about beforehand from you was that I wanted to make sugar. Didn't I?"

"No, you're right. I wanted to make sugar."

"So since what time have you been making liquor? I haven't had any reports or consultations about it."

That is the only point Casserole and Shiites viewed as problematic in this Pais action.

I should have educated Pais, who doesn't know what he would do if left alone, to thoroughly consult in advance, contact him in the middle, and report afterwards from day to day.

However, there was no prior consultation or contact during this drinking disturbance. That's how my son was interrogated.

"Regarding it, it's force majeure"

"Force majeure?"

"Yes. For me, I never thought I could do alcohol. Obviously something different had been done than I thought, so I tried to investigate the cause of the failure, as soon as I fell. We talked about doing the juice beforehand, and we were going to tell you about the process."

"Right, will it..."

Casserole agrees with Pais that he wants sugar making to be an industry in the territory. Achievements that put poor territories in a black typeface are not negligible, but the next generation of industrial development that the meritorious human wants to do. Needless to say, I raised my hand and endorsed it.

Naturally, it was also subject to a progress report, prior consultation of the work, or a report of the problems.

With regard to sugar production, I did receive prior consultation, contact during the process, and reports of what I had done. If brewing is a sudden irregular, it's hard to scold it. If you're still angry that the way you handled it was unsavory by dealing with the trouble you didn't envisage, you can't possibly be angry with what you tried to deal with itself.

"We're going to have to treat this as an accident. Be careful not to let this happen again."

"Okay. We will take measures to prevent this from happening in the future."

"Naturally. Try falling for the same thing again. Anise protests will lead you to the office, and you won't be able to get out of the house. Even then, I won't take refuge."

"I'll be careful later"

The best punishment for pastries is not to let anything happen. This is the perception of the casseroles these days.

"Ha, not at all, every time..."

"Father, you look tired."

"The culprit is in front of us. I worry about my parents all the time and really want to scold them, but the reward itself that we might be able to make booze at home is also good news. So I guess it's less of a credit offset."

Sighed casserole. Shiitz, who was lying next to him, said he was so sorry that he saw the colour of fatigue.

"Well, I was wondering if I could give you a few more sermons."

"Oh, Father, it's a corner, and why don't you try the alcohol you made? I'll bring it now."

Now even his fist bones are going to be a flying sermon, Pais, who sensed the atmosphere, uttered a tactic of conversion that flickered to his head.

In Mortairn territory, which was originally a slum and could not even make wheat in its heyday, there were long periods of difficulty in eating. There was no room to turn the best food production to preference production, and alcohol was commonplace to buy from the margins.

In addition, in this world, artisan technology presupposes secrecy. Knowledge is communicated as an oral biography among the disciples, and experience converges as it is as an individual skill. Liquor making techniques are also apparent, and better liquor making techniques are always hidden. Rather than publishing and creating rivals, it is only natural to monopolize and secure profits if you are savvy to profit.

In such a situation, alcohol may also be made in Mortarn territory. If so, it is only natural that I am concerned about its success. With casserole, I lie when it comes to not caring. Follow there, Pais to make an obvious change of subject and escape from the place of sermon.

But I'm not even a simple man, as easily as my son thinks.

"... I thought that would get away with it, so I made sure to have it delivered in advance"

"Gu, Father Boulder, it's a good hand job."

Pais' escape route was prevented by his father taking the lead. I called Pais because I was going to try the booze I was able to do anyway, and after I had arranged for him to carry it. To that fact, the boy accidentally stepped on the group Tai.

Slightly, Nicolo, his squire, brought the barrel. Naturally, the contents are just made of corn liquor.

"Hmm, is this it?"

"Inside, that sounds good"

In the barrel, there's no more liquor left. Sometimes the prototype sugar corn itself was scarce, because some evil ghosts tried not to hesitate to swallow it up.

Is it precise enough that a cup or two will remain?

"Well, I'll try it soon."

"Hey Shiites, do you want me to drink instead of the lord? Isn't that a little over the top? This is where I, the chief executive, will be held accountable."

"No, no, no, you can't let your lord speak of things he hasn't even poisoned. I'll take care of the poison here."

"If it's poisonous, wouldn't our son have done it scattered? I can't even rate this place if I don't drink it."

"No, if not after I drink, it's dangerous. What would the Admiral do in case he had one?

A territory where there are no preferences, etc. Alcohol is a precious commodity. I want everyone.

Make it casserole, shithead, it's usually just too fancy to drink, and liquor is a favorite in itself.

Ugly strife with each other over what's left of them.

"The Hall, the Chief Clerk, both an important body for our home. This is a young place. It would be better if I did the poisoning."

"Hey Nicolo, there's no turning you in. I'm the one here."

"No, I will."

"So, I will"

Who drinks the leftover liquor? Barren fighting adds to the number of intruders. They have gathered even ancient stock humans, like Koanthro and Glasage.

"Dear Hall, I've heard there's booze here. Please let your companion know."

"My stupid daughter caused you trouble or something. I'll take responsibility, so I'll take care of the hazardous materials."

I can't put it on as soon as possible.

I also want to drink alcohol, so I get a more premier feeling. If it is rare, the vicious circle is that more people want to drink it.

"Yeah, it'd be a hassle if this happened. One bite at a time for everyone. Whoever wants to drink the quantity, take the liberty of cracking it with water. All right, one bite."

In the end, with the voice of the lord's crane, all the people gathered became wings to share just one bite at a time. What you put in your own cup as it is. Alternatively, he who lightly adds water and increases the amount. Alcohol is distributed to each person.

"So... what shall we toast to?

"Wouldn't it be nice to see the boy's great failure?"

"Let's do that. So celebrate Pais' great failure to make sugar, cheers!!

"" Cheers!!

Faces that drank away in a breath of gubbi.

The moroccan liquor they drank tasted very sweet.