After leaving Grandpa Alek's craft shop, we went to a snack bar.

This is a long-established shop like the craft shop, and the owners are a middle-aged couple, who are also familiar with Ferlian Vinoer, but they don't have anything special about them.

It's just an ordinary person who inherited the inheritance of his father's generation and worked hard every day.

We ordered two bowls of borscht, two plates of aspic, some piroshki, cheese pie, cabbage rolls and a plate of salad.

I didn't have enough at home just now.

When she heard that Fellan Vinoel was married, she made a bun, some homemade sweets, and a golden 10 kopeck.

These are the blessings of the newlyweds in the tradition of the kingdom of Rothier.

Of course, they wanted to find a few pigeons to put on them, but considering that releasing pigeons in the East seemed to indicate something bad, and I happened to be half of the Oriental blood, I didn't let them go into pigeons.

The time-honored brand naturally has its specialities, and these snacks are no worse than those made by the court chefs of the Rothel Kingdom.

Although the ingredients may not be comparable, the taste is comparable, and if it weren't for Ferlenvinoer's regular customers, we might not have been able to grab a spot.

After leaving the snack bar, we came to a clothing store, where we could buy ready-to-wear or custom-made, and Felenvianoel made me a traditional Rothschild costume that I would use for the holidays.

I tried it on and it fitted perfectly, and I don't know where she got my body data.

Carrying clothes and crafts, we continued to walk around.

I'm sure Ferlenviano must have sneaked out to play when she was a kid, and many of the shops here knew her.

We came to a sake brewery. The liquor houses of the Kingdom of Rothschild are open all day long, and people come to drink at any time.

The bartender saw Felian Vinoer and immediately prepared the shaker.

"Yo, little girl, is it still the same?"

"Do you look down on me? Uncle Pushkin, I'm all an adult! Of course, you have to drink the adult's sake! ”

"Okay, okay, then less vodka?"

"Okay, vodka!" Felenovinole suddenly approached the bartender and whispered, "But don't add too much... ”

Uncle Pushkin gave Felenovinol a disdainful look, which made the latter a little embarrassed.

As a Rothsier, he is not strong enough to drink, just as a saint can't memorize a few sentences from the canon.

"Oh, okay. So what does this little gentleman want? ”

"Kvass, thank you." I replied.

"Oh, that's not going to work, if you want to be the husband of a good girl from the kingdom of Rothiel, you have to learn to drink vodka!" Pushkin said.

"That's it! It is! A must have some vodka! Some of the regular customers in the brewery also began to speak.

“。。。 Then add less vodka... ”

"Okay."

Pushkin began to mix wine, like an acrobatic actor, dazzling his wine.

Seeing those big bottles flying around, I was a little worried, what if I accidentally dropped them?

Soon, two glasses of wine were placed in front of us.

"Please use it slowly!" After Pushkin finished speaking, he continued to wipe the wine glass and the shaker.

Some of the old clerks and old customers guessed the relationship between the two of us, and some joked and made excuses to go up to the second floor, and one of the clerks began to play a soft piano tune.

The already dimly lit sake house was suddenly created with the atmosphere of the love between the hero and heroine in the movie.

When we are not looking, Pushkin does not know where to run.

The two of us' faces quickly turned red, which made the wine in front of us very tempting.

I unconsciously took a few sips, slightly bitter with a hint of sweetness, and I couldn't help but add only kvass and vodka, and there must have been some juice.

Felenvirnoll also picked up the wine glass in front of her and took a few sips.

Her face, which was not a lot of alcohol, became even redder, and her body began to shake slightly, and after a while, she couldn't control herself and leaned on me.

"Felenvinoer?"

"Ah, don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss, let me lean on for a while, just for a while..." Felianvinoel was a little delirious.

In order to relieve the heat rising in my heart, I also began to keep talking to the liquid in the wine glass.

Although I drank more than Ferlenvinoer, it wasn't very good, and soon I started to feel a little lethargic.

As a result, neither of us noticed that Viroya and Kirsten had come to the tavern.

Viroya took out an incense burner and placed some special spices in it to burn.

The spice quickly wiped out the last shred of Kimchi and Felenvinoer's sanity, and the two of them collapsed without an image and collapsed on the bar.

"Mr. Kimchi, do you like Ferlenviller?" Viroya glanced at Kirsten and asked.

"Hah... How could you not like it... Such a beautiful girl, who doesn't like it... ”

"Except because of appearances?" Veroya continued.

“。。。 You may think that Ferennoth is her... She's about the same life experience as I have... We are all warriors and have fought side by side ... This feeling of mutual trust ... Ah, maybe this is the so-called husband and wife... ”

"Compared to Kirsten?"

"Kirsten? Yes... Well, she's my best friend... I like her too, you know what! I'm just a scumbag, I like two people! I'm in love with two people! ”

Kimchi sat up excitedly, causing Felenvinoer, who was leaning on him, to snort in dissatisfaction and slap the moving pillow.

"Oops... Kimchi went down with some pain and continued to be a pillow.

"Miss Felenvinoer, do you like Kimchi?" Veroya asked.

"Kimchi... I don't know... The marriage arranged by my father, I must abide by ... But others are not bad, just some, some Muna! Yes, some muna! I'm drunk, he doesn't do anything to me, really! ”

“。。。 Is it just that people are good? ”

“。。。 Of course, we princes and nobles can meet someone well, and the right marriage object is the blessing of the spirit lord... ”

"Okay? Sister Kirsten? Veroya whispered to Kirsten.

“。。。 Tell the people outside, prepare a clean room and we will do something for them. ”

"Do, do what!"

"Oh, my lovely Veroya, do you really want to pretend to be naïve?" Kirsten looked at Veroya with a wicked smile.

Viroya immediately ran outside the tavern.

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"Hey, hey!" Viroya carried Ferenobinol up the stairs while Kirsten held Kimchi.

After throwing the two of them on the bed, Veroya laid out the incense burner.

"Well, Sister Kirsten, they really can... Can you do it? Viroya asked, gesturing at the two men who were already snoring.

"Don't worry, there are some sobering herbs in the spice, as long as they regain some consciousness."

"Sister Kirsten, what about you?"

"Me? What am I me? Kirsten didn't understand what Viroya meant.

"Doesn't Sister Kirsten also like Brother Kimchi? Why don't you come along? Veroya looked at Kirsten with a wicked smile.

The latter inexplicably had a feeling of nervousness and panic.

"You, how can you think of such a dirty thing!"

Even Kirsten, who had always been calm, couldn't help but start to burn at the thought of those indescribable images.

"Enough! Let's go out! Kirsten was about to go out, when suddenly her legs went weak and she had to fall on the bed, feeling Kimchi and Felenvinoer's bodies, and she became even more overwhelmed.

"Veroya! What did you do! What did you do! ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I just put some secret research in the water that you got in the car... It's the kind of drug that even large animals can't resist. ”

"You, you, you! What do you want! Kirsten began to sweat all over, and she could feel her sanity drifting away from her, her instincts taking away control of herself.

"It's nothing, I just think you're too hypocritical, I really can't stand it to help you."

With that, Veroya threw a bag of sachets onto the bed, turned around and left the place, closed the door, locked it with the key, and kept it herself.

"Krvisia, stay here, don't let anyone else get close."

"Yes, Lord Veroya."

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Kirsten was well aware of the power of the drug developed by the Esoteric Institute, and she didn't struggle to stand up, she opened the prosthetic leg of her left hand, where there was a powerful tranquilizer.

Only, as long as you touch that, touch that test tube, everything will be fine! Nothing is out of your control! I, I, Kirsten, don't want to be here, here with that nasty Ferenovinoer, by that or something! I don't want it!

She reached for her right hand with all her might. Because of the loss of reason, his left prosthetic leg can no longer be controlled by himself.

It's not close! It's just a little bit closer! It's almost possible to ask for a picture that you can't imagine.

At this moment, she asked about the smell of something wrong, and Kirsten remembered that Veroya seemed to have thrown something on the bed before leaving.

She sniffed carefully, her head instantly became more dizzy, and her right hand went limped uncontrollably, and she collapsed a few centimeters away from the test tube.

Finished! Finished! Damn Veroya was still not at ease, and threw the sachet made of that medicine on the bed!

Kirsten sighed helplessly, and gave up resistance, and it seemed good to say that... Yes! What the hell was I thinking!

Forget it, leave it to fate. She used a trace of will to make the test tube fall to the ground, but after all, it was an oral thing, how could it resist those drugs and incense?

Kirsten closed her eyes and let instinct take over her mind completely.