Most people love spring, which is a season of hope, but there are still a small number of people who don't like its arrival very much.

José pulled the drunken Tee from a filthy thatched pile and buried his head in a bucket.

"Are you awake?" said Knight José, picking up his ears, "what did I tell you last night, that you are going to represent the Emperor of the Empire!"

Maybe it's the freshly melted snow that works wonders, and after Te Donald washes his face, the whole person becomes refreshed. The black bags under my eyes gradually faded, and my pale face became rosy.

"Of course, that's of course, I'm a messenger, so I must be the tongue of His Majesty the Emperor......"

Tehan sat on a pile of hay, shook his head slightly, and replied mechanically.

José had some regrets about giving him a taste of the Northland's specialties, and the man had taken over the tavern's sales for the first half of the year. The people of the Northland love to drink and appreciate the heroes who can drink a lot, but that is only on certain days, but only for a few days. But the culture of the South is very different, they like to make themselves a little drunk every day when they are not busy, which is said to make them more optimistic about life.

This winter in the Northlands, he fully demonstrated his terrifying learning ability, he is a man who combines the best of both worlds, and he has not disgraced the Donald family at all.

In the somewhat surprised eyes of the drinkers, Te Donald staggered to his feet, leaning against the wooden wall, looking back at the hangovers in the shop, with a bit of pride and disdain in his eyes.

"No one can get up after drinking three liters of mead......"

"It can't be!"

"He must have cheated. ”

The drunkards looked at the fat man with a little spin on his legs as he walked, with puzzled and reverent eyes, as if they were looking at their spiritual idol.

"You also say that we southerners don't drink alcohol? Drink and look down on southerners? Remember, in the entire Great Prussian Empire, no, in the whole world, there is no one who can drink more than our Donald family, our family is rich in successful people!"

The fat man walked out of the tavern with a smug smile on his face. With each step he took, the red on his face rose a little more, and after he felt that he had walked some distance out of the tavern, he couldn't help but feel the feeling of a river in his stomach, hugging a big tree on the side of the street and vomiting.