The old man, holding an old little barrel aside, gently knocked on the door of the temple chief's room before pushing it open without waiting for a reply.
The sun is falling, by the way, and the only thing that illuminates the dim room is the light of the little demonic stone lamp hanging on the wall.
Confirming a familiar shadow sitting on the couch, Dadan laid the liquor barrel he had brought with him on the low table as he slowly settled his hips across from it.
"What are you doing here?
"I've been trying to comfort you, but I didn't want to take care of you, Uncle."
Zazam wasn't the only one in the room.
Two more on the couch, a raucous young woman, are sleeping next to the old man.
It was the twin sisters of Kikirili and Nemi who were leaking their alcohol-mixed sleep.
He puts his head on Zazam's lap from both sides and exposes himself to a restful sleeping face.
"I thought I'd follow them, but I'm back with a nice face."
With a chewy look at the bitter bug, Zazam showed the item in front of him with his jaw.
What was on the low table was a small barrel that was even older than what Dadan had brought.
From the opened barrel comes a strong aroma of aromatic distilled liquor.
"Well, it looks like you've been stuck with thirty years."
"Did you think I would forgive you for drinking like this? I was totally licked."
At a time when he was allowing knee pillows, Kikiriri's bribery efforts seemed successful, but Dadan retained them to lift the corner of his mouth.
"Well, I'll be with you."
"The Lord drinks his own. I got this."
"As always, when it comes to booze, you're a pain in the ass, uncle."
"Hmm, say anything. I'm not the only one who drank the liquor that I was told to drink."
Saying so, Zazam gently stroked the heads of the twins as he emptied the cup for a breath.
The merciful look on the face of that old man was also his grandfather himself watching over his grandchildren.
Kokolala hits Zazam's dead wife's sister.
For couples who could not have children, their separated sisters would have been all the more adorable.
From the sight of them, the three were as close as if they were mistaken for their parents and their children.
Such a cocola like mine is losing its sanity day by day at the bottom of the earth.
It would have been spicy enough for Zazam, who has baked his care up close, to replace Dadan, the city mayor, who is less encouraged to immerse himself in a particular temple.
That's why I can snort today's outrage.
In retrospect of the Holy Relic and the events caused by the child, Dadan's mouth angle lifted again loosely.
"Well, what are you laughing at?"
"Um, Uncle, I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm looking forward to it."
"... without a sacred relic, what can you do by challenging the Great Hole? Just how valuable it is to show your martial arts."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that. Even the rest of the temple's belongings would have ended if the hole had been blocked."
"It's not the path we cut open with our hearts and minds!
"That's thoughtfulness. We just got this place ready."
"Your Lord knows best how hard that was!
To the words of Zazam, who was exalted, the bald old man returned his words pale.
"That's okay, Uncle. I don't want anything, if it helps even Cocorara anymore. Louder than that, they'll wake up."
Zazam exhaled loudly in response to Dadan's untrue response.
Then he picks up the cup that was rolling on the table, dips it in the barrel and then sticks it out to his nephew.
"Here, drink."
"Hmm, thank you. Oh, this is good booze. It's so refreshing."
"I skipped it with the other temples, but guess what? Wind and fire are impossible for the time being. Don't listen to dirt like that."
"Perhaps the water is ready. And the ice seems suspicious."
"An exploratory temple? I've looked into it."
"Oh, thanks to you, my wallet's a lot lighter."
The Book Pavilion of the Night, where Dadan had traveled thriving these days, was also a store that handled such information.
The lighter a man's mouth is after booze seats and housework.
According to Aniella, the owner of the store, the man working under the temple of exploration got drunk and leaked like this.
Shortly after Euril rose to the Vajra class, he said only one strictly controlled item arrived from the northern stra.
"Probably something. Besides, uncle."
Don't hesitate to soak up the ancient liquor again from the barrel, Dadan continued the conversation with a delightful laugh.
"As far as that little one today is concerned, don't you think he's a little worried about the presence or absence of a sacred relic?
"Ugh, that's for sure. I've lived long enough, but it's been a long time since I was so surprised."
"If I were those four, I'd think I'd do more than plug the hole."
Dadan, who said happily away, drinks up the cup and squeaks smudgingly.
"It really tastes good. This is the weight of thirty years."
"Well, it's a deliberate dislike."
"You know what? Uncle, that's Thor's magic trick, but he spent twenty-five years working out for his precious daughter."
The old man, who bound the temple to the word, opened his mouth pokanedly as he was taken aback.
Then I take a breath and make a chuckle.
"What, he's just like us?"
"No, not above us when we're helping our daughter, uncle."
"Ho, right................ right"
The two old men with their eyes together lift each other's cups without either.
Dadan shrugged small as he stared at the amber liquid.
"Thor, I asked for the rest."