"Wine is better than medicine, a glass of enmity. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

- Northwater proverb

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"Wait, here's your special mint ale, and here's the hot milk your companion ordered. ”

"Thanks. ”

With the smiling woman's hand resting on the quaint bar made of solid wood, two drinks with very different tastes and meanings have the same long history.

When it comes to ale, it's definitely the most well-known and common drink in all of Southelsewell. Slightly sweet and bitter, it has a cool mouthfeel, and it has the unique taste of an alcoholic drink, but it is not as easily drunk as Goldden's distilled spirits, and it has a rich wheat aroma that is impeccable in taste, so it is no wonder that so many people are addicted to alcohol.

In contrast, milk, a mild, soft and glutinous drink, does not have such a rich taste and is difficult to "addictive", so it is still loved only by the elderly, children and women.

"Hiccup...... Luckily, this is the notoriously eclectic Republic of Gloriland, not in Northwater. ”

The slender palm elegantly held up the tall glass wine glass, and the woman who was dressed quite revealingly, revealing her entire flawless back, drank the tea-yellow drink in her hand, and did not forget to say such a meaningful sentence while making a bold voice.

In fact, it is precisely because of its sweet and soft taste and the favor of the "weak" in these common senses that in the eyes of many people, men drinking milk is a symbol of cowardice and timidity.

Especially in the Northwater Empire, which advocates military force, it is said that there is not no milk for sale in the bars and restaurants there, but it is only sold to women, even the elderly and children, and if a big man shouts to buy milk, it is afraid that it will cause a group of drinkers to attack him, and he will be beaten and swollen and then thrown out.

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"Ha, you man really can't eat oil and salt. ”

There was a bit of boldness and straightforwardness in the tone, but there was also no lack of feminine softness, and the woman named Delia was a regular in this inconspicuous bar with five crooked characters that read "Mint and Wheat" on the sign.

“...... Say whatever you want. ”

The woman was surrounded by the man she commented as "oil and salt", and in contrast to the scantily dressed Delia, the man probably had twice as many clothes on his body, a close-fitting white shirt with carefully processed polished leather armor on the outside, followed by a half-sleeved leather jacket that looked very free and easy on its own, and a slightly bulky pale gray velvet robe on the outside.

Such a dress would undoubtedly make one wonder if he didn't know what "hot" was.

Interestingly, he actually happens to be a mage who is best at fire elemental magic.

"Leave him alone, my 'little Deria'. If Stardiri were to provoke a provocation of your magnitude, he would not be called 'Silent Stardiri,' but would be a great gift to you!

When he entered, there was no place near the bar, so the white-haired man who had to sit at the small table next to him "hooked up" with the beautiful woman in his eyes as easily as ever, which made dozens of drinkers in this crowded bar laugh loudly, but also exchanged for a roll of the eyes and slight anger of the tall woman who could still be seen even when he was sitting.

"Cut, who is 'your little Deria', you kid thinks that when your hair is gray, you can be an elder in front of my sister and me? Of course I know that kind of thing, do you think ...... And this man...... Who's the one who's spent the most time together, Hiccup?"

Maybe she had drunk too much, and Delia, who was already full of strong alcohol, narrowed her flickering eyes, and she even lost the solemnity she usually had when she spoke.

"One more drink!"

"Okay, a special mint ale!"

The barkeeper should be most fond of the cheerful drinkers, and the waiters are happy to tip a little more, even though they have to run more errands.

"Hiccup...... It's delicious......"

Ale is a delicious thing, and the ale here is based on the original mint, which is not accepted by most people, but creates a more tempting and "crazy" taste experience.

"Whew, I'm a little sleepy......"

Changing the posture of folding her legs, and placing her arms on the table, Delia seemed to be tired.

While being one of the top "drunkards" in the magic academy, the woman is also an "orthodox" elemental mage who has a considerable reputation here, and the meaning of "orthodoxy" is to cultivate the four most common elemental magics, "wind, fire, thunder and earth".

"Whew...... When are you going to open up to me......"

The reason why she has been able to go further for several years after being recognized by the B-level students early is because of her blind unrequited love for her companion - Stardiri.

Love can drag down people, especially women's growth, and there is some truth in this sentence.

The woman who rested her head lightly on her arm and muttered to herself blankly looked a little less heroic on weekdays, and a little more weak and affectionate for women, and this contrast was easier to tug at the heartstrings of men.

The white-haired man is deeply attracted to this point of Delia, so he will still "attack" him from all sides, directly or indirectly, even when the other party already likes a man.

"If he can't, what about me? You see, I'm ...... Well, that's not right. ”

The ambiguous words turned into something else in the middle of the sentence, the man who was not yet thirty years old had gray hair for unknown reasons, and deep dark circles under his eyes, looked like he was seriously sleep-deprived, and his body was a little withered, shook the only eyebrows that could show a bit of heroism, waved aside the strands of hair that had not been trimmed for too long and hung down to cover his eyes, and suddenly stood up.

"You're leaving, haven't you had a few drinks with me?"

The sudden movement of the white-haired man made Delia, who had her back to her, sit up straight as if she had just woken up from a dream, and then the woman who stood on the ground from the high round stool looked at him for a moment, smashing her mouth and uttering a slightly disappointed speech.

"It's all because little Delia is too ruthless...... No further aside, I'm really leaving, boss, can you let me out through the back door?"

Shaking some of the stiff necks due to sitting for a long time, the white-haired man did not forget to tease the woman he liked even at such a time.

"Back door? What is it that makes you, a strong man who is strategizing and winning thousands of miles away, have to go through the back door? Could it be that Simon and Heykal are causing you some trouble? Someone has found you?"

"Probably not. With the owner's permission, he jumped to the back of the bar in the surprise of the waitress, and the man spoke with rare succinctness, hesitated for a moment, and quickly burst out of the wooden door, which was as old as the bar, the tables and chairs.

"I have a bad premonition, it's still two!"

These were the words he left for Deria.