Tatoeba Ore ga, Champion kara Oujo no Himo ni Job Change Shita to Shite.

― ― Wang Douzhou, Tavern.

The shop is located in a narrow alley close to the outer wall of King's Landing, which runs away from King's Landing's Main Street.

It's not very dirty, but it's not possible to pass one of the carriages on this narrow road of whether two people are different. In other words, people of middle and higher classes do not visit.

Unlike the cafeteria (Taberna), the main thing to eat is alcohol. An underground world social venue where a day job is hired on the wall and illegal work can be undertaken even if you talk to the shop owner.

The trail has a small tarp, and when you open a dirty wooden door, it's a noisy and painful end-of-place area.

Tonight, the rough ones who had just finished their work on that day gathered together and made a fuss with the lukewarm liquor that had been served.

Speaking of noise in an after-school tavern, it should be a series of roars and complaints from the surroundings - surprisingly, the owner made them do what they liked.

Somehow.

This is because the shop was duly moisturized thanks to the increase in the number of people who stopped by the shop on their way home from work. At least, there was a difference in cloud mud compared to a year ago.

It is likely that there has been a large series of flows since the start of the "Spectacular" construction project. The fact that creative people like the customers who gather here are getting a job without interruption.

And it was a gospel for the poor in King's City to have more affordable housing.

They work well from morning to night, turning that day's earnings into alcohol, and spend every day sleeping well.

Recently, for some reason, there has been no business such as placing railroads all over the city.

Regardless, the country's utilities were a lifeline for them and, unknowingly, a good propaganda material.

Ultimately.

For those involved in the construction of the Spectacular, "fighting the sword" was nothing more than human resources.

A single man is with his companions. Those with families are with their families. The circle that spreads naturally with words is connected by a chain called the fighting sword.

As a result, the various entertainment events held in Spectacular became a common language in these taverns - and the owners of the taverns were also interested in the conversation.

If even advertising is carefully penetrated, it will be a solid business if the product is "authentic".

The owners of the pub also became fond of spectacular clubs, and eventually everyone who came here saw the real battle, so it was also exciting.

If it's just a fight, you'll scream, but if it's a mixed topic, it's just like the fun world is spreading.

That's why I realized that this pub had become a place for ingenuity, even dressed like a sports bar where I enjoyed fighting the sword.

The "cafeterias" are similar - there were several of them in the city at first.

Given the population of King's Landing, it is only natural. It may also be said that the spectacular entertainment did have roots in this king's capital in the sense that it is known to any people.

Okay. Okay.

This tavern has been more talked about around Pasta than fighting swords lately, but after all, they gather here and they're all ruined.

The world of battle in which gladiators collide is the main event for them if they are happy that the arena mascot has become popular - the news of the second martial arts tournament for them was the good news that awaited.

"Finally, the second time!!!

A man sitting in a barrel shouts while drinking.

This shop doesn't have to be called a martial arts tournament.

"What's different from last time?

"I don't know."

There is still no official announcement of the game format.

"Well, it's a martial arts tournament, but it's not different. Anybody out for the qualifiers?

"Me! Me!

"I'm coming, too! Let's go to the tournament!"

"Sometimes I try to run wild!!

Yan Yan Yan Yan, there are nearly 30 people in this small shop.

The shopkeeper is also drinking in a good mood for their excitement, which doesn't make them feel tired from work.

Nh, what are the winning predictions?

Nh, nah, nah

It's fun to imagine an unfolding, though.

And those who wrestle with their fat arms. Everyone in his head is fighting the sword as well as those who tilt and contemplate and those who look up at the ceiling.

"Well, the final cards are Huta and Izna. Sounds reasonable."

"I feel like I'm going to be the two of them, but I don't know, Your Highness had a chance."

"If they're in the main election, they're going to break their winning expectations."

Seriously with a red face.

I turn my head much more seriously than I do at work.

No one is more serious about pleasure than the rest of the world.

"Let's wrap this up, Houta, who wants to win a series of victories. Izuna, who was the most devoured by the fouta..."

"Objection!!

"Ugh!! The fourth round of the tournament was a virtual finale!!

"What the hell!!

The brawl begins without a summary.

Do it, the wild fighting sword has started, and they don't even think about stopping the fight, they just finish talking on their own.

I don't want to be evil because I'm going to decorate it with weird words.

Strong carpenters shake their heads.

"This is the point, isn't it? It was Futa, Izna, Your Highness, Iroon, and Richter who could have won if he had paid off his courtesy as a nobleman."

"You haven't even learnt!!

"I don't know what you think, but I knew you'd win if you didn't join the Iron Rune from the beginning!! Richter was the only one who prevented the anthem!!

The second outbreak of brawl.

Everyone laughs in the middle of a pub that can no longer be tidied up, but because it's a family quarrel.

"--I don't understand, Temee and the others."

And there's another man who brings in extra sparks.

"Didn't you see the first round of the tournament? Or are you a monkey who can't even hear you? Arcadia King Gorilla?

"Cheap provocation, Cora. First fight, huh? Isn't it just that the little girl in the shop came and was beaten up by Mr. Iroon?"

"Oops, Temee, if you don't want your tongue to stick out, correct it. I don't know what you're doing with that fucking heel. It's disgusting!"

"Ah? What? Cora. You don't want to do this, Cola."

"I did it, Cora. I was watching. I'm sure my prime taker took one from the eye rune. I just didn't see the referee from the angle, and I saw it from the front."

"What are you talking about?

"The referee is angular."

"That's not it, Octopus. The one who broke the fucking heel was talking about the little girl in the shop."

"My prime."

"What are you doing so grand? It's disgusting. - And what? You didn't see it from the referee, so you actually won? What are you talking about?"

"No, it's not a lie. Explanatory notes:" My brother said starch is the most important evidence. "

"If that's all I can predict, it'll be easy to talk to you, monkey."

"You're an octopus, a monkey, a vocabulary bastard."

"The first monkey was Temee!!

A man who flies against a flying fist.

Fighting started here, too. The carpenter who was ahead of the blown up waved around the man, and the casualties rose.

I won't be left alone with them exposed to blows. We all punched the man in the octopus.

"Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu, Pu!

Go back to sleep, you son of a bitch.

"What's with the prime? You're sick!"

"Primes are mine."

"Even if I can beat Eilon, I can't beat Futa."

The man who's been puffed up by bad speech.

"Was there a rival force?

"It's your fault."

They are customers who shrug their shoulders.

"Well, there's talk of someone new coming."

"If you say that, you won't get hurt. It's just..."

"What's wrong?

"His Highness, who was said to be the strongest in the kingdom, defeated his narrative brother. Surprisingly, the most powerful seat is shaking."

"Sure. There may be someone from outside the kingdom who can beat His Highness. Eilon and Izna are outsiders, aren't they?

"Let me tell you, Your Majesty's victory ended in a semi-final defeat."

It is quite well known that that beautiful princess is the most powerful user of the kingdom.

It is true that there were many people who went to the qualifiers to try to cover it up, but if they were ravaged by Izna and let her play the battle against each other that she lost in Tyman - her strength is certain.

"On the contrary, what is your brother?"

"You were originally a champion of the Principality, right? I can't stand being kicked out because it's too strong. There's a rumor that he lent everything to Eight Hundred Chiefs, and a lot of antidotes."

"What?"

"Nothing else. I forgive you for bringing pasta."

"That."

Two high-touch men.

Only here was peace.

A barrel instead of a chair jumps and screams and anger erupt here and there.

It's the first tournament, but I'm used to it.

Brawl in the tavern is a dish of liquor. Nobody else is surprised or anxious.

Tighten your breath with alcohol.

You look like you're falling apart.

Looking at it, that's all.

The man who initially recommended Izna and the man who challenged and penetrated there - he certainly loved His Highness from day to day.

And to the woman who called Richter, the man who grabbed him there was a man who drank alcohol with a chimeric face, saying, "Reef... he's stretching out" as he did every day.

The pervert who sang the eye rune and the pervert who called the prime my prime. Both of them.

"Do you want to push Bob through the big hole?

That's not true.

Laughing loosely, they shook the empty jock and appealed to the shopkeeper.

And I thought,

The man asked the shopkeeper who brought the new liquor.

No, the store owner. Who are you putting it on?

"Hmm? Me?"

Bald and bearded. The owner of a shop that looks like that scratches his head and looks around in trouble.

"I'm sorry for the brawl."

"I'm not complaining about anyone else."

I see.

Then, slap Jock on the table and smile with your arms together.

"I..."

He doesn't remember. About the filthy bum who visited this lonely shop a year ago.

And the request that the man took on. Anything.

"--Fouta Pomodoro. It's your choice."

Relax and have fun.

Narrator Talking about his brother's charm, he seems to think he enjoyed fighting the sword thanks to the Narrator.

"No, I ran into a champ the other day."

"Liar."

"Sleep and tell me, motherfucker."

"Nhhhhh!!

"Uh-oh!? Temee hey shopkeeper, which mouth didn't want to fight!!

The owner of the shop who raised the table was more dangerous than anyone else in the shop who was fighting.