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Clayo just blinked his eyes. The alcohol I had eaten was so frightened that I felt like my esophagus was dripping.

"But the moment he broke his promise, there was a small gap within him. Do you believe that Asher is born? I don't believe it. I knew that as the aggregate of memories and experiences, humans would collapse when they lost their memories."

"Because he only lost his memory, Pierce Klagen has been reborn as a spirit of private desire and has become a poor man who changes his words according to his own interests?”

"Yes, it's unimaginable for anyone who knew him, who was the deputy head of the Capital Defense Corps. There must have been an item of love or justice in the writer's lost memory. When he lost it, he showed us how far humans are going."

Clayo last filled Mietz's glass and put the empty bottle down.

Before I knew it, all the snow in the bucket melted lukewarmly.

A substance changes shape according to temperature.

As such, a person's mind can be transformed into a completely different form.

"That's why [the covenant] is a terrible gold. If we can restore Pierce's memory, his lost honor and justice may be restored a little, but… I don't know how to do it, even if I come all my life."

Clayo threw his head in a hurry.

Mietz's drinking party and his wanderings certainly seemed relevant.

You're telling me that if I get rid of the pledge, Pierce won't be on Aslan's side, right?’

At that moment, the light of "promise" flashed in front of Clayo's eyes as if he had the right answer in the quiz game.

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"What, really?"’

An enemy arose to the author after a long time. It was a clay that made me think it was real.

"Organize where it's not a major development! What are you going to do if I get laid off? Oh, my!'

***

The next morning.

"Get up!"

"Get up, Ray!"

Clay was almost about to cry after being hit by rice, such as twins opening windows and slapping up blankets.

"Oh, guys, please lower your voice. My head hurts so much....”

Clayo, who was wriggling with his pillow, wrapped himself round like a caterpillar. Without mercy, the twins dragged Clay from his bed and dragged him to the front of the basin containing water.

"Wow, the smell of alcohol. You told us to drink lightly, but you drank like this!"

"Fool!"

Clayo was also awakened when a couple of small but fierce twins were beaten on the back.

"Stop it. Save me....”

Clayo, who only washed his face and packed his clothes, came down to the first floor. Although he sat up, his complexion was as white as snow reflecting the sun.

He was in the midst of a terrible hangover for the first time since he came to this world. As if his heart was beating inside the skull, his head hurt and his stomach turned upside down.

'After all, you and Mr. Mietz stayed up all night drinking all the rest of the vodka, damn it.'

I got a lot of useful information, but the price was huge. It was a binge drinking that could not be handled even by the liver function of a teenager.

Arthur Cole, who had withdrawn much earlier than Clay, was not very good. Rather, only Chelsea, which was the first to lose the film, was having breakfast with the twins.

The twins, who were eating sour cream, dill, and smoked salmon with a mound of crepes on a plate, were cute, but Clay turned away because he felt sick just by looking at them.

Isiel, who looked at Arthur and Clayo pitifully, struck honey on the porridge without a word.

On the table, there were also pancakes fried with ricotta cheese, rye bread with honey and goat milk cheese, and boiled eggs in abundance.

It was a fragrant and colorful breakfast, but it wasn't something you could put into your mouth the day after drinking too much alcohol.

Clayo, who couldn't even drink tea, looked almost enraptured when he only had a glass of hot water.

Chew.

Mietzs, with the kitchen shade down, came to the table with a bowl in both hands.

"Hey, Asher, I thought you were good last night, but you've gone through a lot, haven't you?”

"Mr. Mietz... You look well."

"That's easy. But Arthur, you can't stand that drink. Don't tell me you'll drink from now on. I won't give it back."

"Oh, you and Ray are too strong. Man can't drink like that....”

Arthur grumbled, pointing to the empty vodka bottles that were lined up on the pub's bar table.

"What's he saying?"

Mietzs laid down each bowl before Clayo and himself. The contents of the bowl jolted. There was a very savory and familiar smell.

"Acer, try this. You'll feel better.”

"Oh no! Sir, why do you favor Ray the first time you saw him yesterday?”

"He didn't lose his temper and shared his glasses until dawn, so he's my best friend among men. You're disqualified because I dragged you to your bedroom, you're disqualified!"

Clayo, who held the spoon with his trembling hands while the two priests were quarreling, took a sip of the clear soup Mietzs brought.

'…this is!!!'

Also, it was an eye-opening taste.

It's like Seolleongtang!’

Mietz scratched his beard as he watched Clayo, who couldn't breathe and scoop up the soup.

"Does it suit your taste?"

"Yes, it's very delicious. Thank you for taking care of me."

"It's a day of worrying about roasted cow bones and sunny areas, sprinkling salt, pepper, and thin slices of rickshaw, which is perfect for hangovers."

That's why it's seolleongtang.’

Clay would already love Tristane Youngji.

When you go back to the capital city, you must hire a chef from Tristane.’

The warm meat soup made my stomach feel better. The taste was different from the real Seolleongtang because herbs were added to this and that, but it was still a virtue.

After breakfast, the group left the inn together.

Clayo didn't care about Katabuta, but also calculated the price of Mietsu's drink, which easily exceeded one Aruem.

The pub owner was ready to see off the huge sales.

A small square in the village below the clock tower was packed with horses and wagons. Some of the heavily dressed mercenaries were also noticeable, as if they came straight from the harbor.

The party rode in the carriage together. It turned out that the wagon Mietzs wanted was the same as the one Arthur saved.

"It's still cold, but it'll be twice as cold if you go up to the duchess. I'm not worried because it's the other kids, but you can wear it as a wizard."

The children were all wearing thick fur, but Mietzs seemed to be bothered by Clayo's thin, thin autumn coat.

"Can I get you a fur coat later? The peacock is in the dark mountains, so a child like you freezes to death."

"Thank you for your concern, but it's warm enough."

Clayo put the rabbit fur muffler around more carefully. On his feet, he wore strong Korean boots that Dionne gave him, and also wore furry gloves.

Magoo was really good.

Everything surrounded by the coat was warm and warm, making me sleepy.

Lippi and Leticia nudged in.

"The cape is a harness. It looks thin, but it's very warm. I've tried it on before!"

"It's light, too. The fur is so heavy that Ray's shoulders will fall down if he wears it."

"Huh, do you have Madogu in your clothes? I haven't been to the capital for a long time, so I didn't know what was going on."

"What's the trend? This is probably the only thermostatically controlled clothing in the whole country."

"Lay broke the dungeon and got it as a reward. In the queen's garden the other day."

"I've heard about the door of Menemosine by hearsay, but... It's not just the kids who use the knife, but the weak guy went with you? No, it's dangerous!

Whatever he talked about me in front of his face, Clayo, who was half scolded for hangover, was leaning his neck on his back without caring.

"I understand your concerns a hundred times. But here, Clayo Asher is an excellent wizard. Without Clayo, the power of me, Arthur and Chell alone would never have destroyed the memory."

"That's enough, Isiel."

"More than that."

"Oh, my God. It's the first time since Arthur that I've seen Arthur.”

"That's how great Ray is! The great wizard, so could you cast a spell on me?

Arthur, who was also suffering from a hangover, didn't miss the opportunity and hung onto Clayo.

"Oh, you son of a gun."

"No."

"Why?"

"Why do you think?"

The wizard's magic cannot be applied to one's own body. We drank together, but wouldn't it be unfair if Arthur was released from the hangover?

The article was also possible to inject ether into a simple magic formula, but I was wondering if I should hold on to the three-doctoral work for it to be applied to humans. The possibility of Clayo getting out of his hangover immediately was far away.

"Give me a break, man. It's freezing in here, and the three lakes have been drinking for so long that they ache all the old wounds."

Clayo flinched unknowingly.

"Really?"

"I didn't understand the old soldiers' words that bad weather makes me sick."

"Oh, I'm proud of you, a child who's only 18 years old!"

Mietzs elbowed Arthur's neck and walked rock. Arthur scurried and shouted.

"Don't do that, sir. We still have a long way to go to the duchess, but if I throw up on the bottom of this wagon, everyone will be unhappy."

Mietz kicked Arthur with his tongue and let him go.

Arthur was a little worried, as he was a man who rarely spoke weakly.

After a deep sigh, Clayo eventually opened the back circle with a sore head.

The children who were accustomed to his circles reacted in a normal way.

"Huh, Arthur, are you going to cast a spell?"

"Why would you do that?”

"Clayo, you don't look very well either. It's not a fatal disease, so don't overdo it. Arthur should also know how to refrain from drinking on his own.”

"Hey, don't do it. If you do it, he'll do it again."

Arthur sat close to Clayo, pretending to cry.

"Hey, you're so mean. Ray, you can't get bitten because you're already in the circle. Save me from my hangover!"

"If you open your mouth, you'll lose your will, so just shut up.”

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

The magic of [the Inspector], which emerged from the bottom of the carriage, wrapped around Arthur as if dancing in a brilliant ether like a candle lit up a thousand gold candlesticks.

"[Let me dance all the time]

I'm so drunk.

I want you to get out of the booze.

It's like a jewel.

You're so dearest to me."

I have returned hundreds and thousands of scrolls of "Memories" to discover the truth so far, but I never dreamed that I would have to quote poems such as "A drunk praises the clear spirit."

"Wow, that's awesome. You're so good at making up the truth. I think I'm losing my hangover. Thank you so much, Ray!"

"You will be the only one in the world who gets this luxurious hangover. Whew."

The kids who were excited between them didn't care about Mietz anymore.

Mietzs, who turned his head out of the car window, had no laughter left on his face. He stared at Clayo in the dim window as he ran under the shade of a tree.

It was hard to believe with my eyes that such a brilliant magic ceremony had bloomed at the tips of those winter branches.

"That's what they call a genius.’

He was once a knight. I knew magic and wizard. But the magic that the pale boy used was to be different from the magic he knew.

The circle, which was held in a carriage that was shaking with a hangover, was ecstatic, and the magic that was floated randomly while chatting was not a single line disturbed.

"The accuracy of the magic formula follows the clarity of the poet's memory. He has the same memory as Jebedi.’

The second son of the Asher family, who suddenly appeared somewhere and was with Arthur, had the calmness and judgment that was not like a child.

Mietzs was difficult to be sure.

The fact that this little wizard will be a terrible variable in Arthur's life.

1) A Drunken Man's Praise of Sobriety, W. B. Yeats.