Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

24/12/7445

"With that said, it's Christmas Eve."

"Oh, twenty-four days. It feels crazy to be here."

"Hmm... I'm not used to boulders anymore, though"

"Really?"

Ralpha and Guine were talking in vain, as usual.

While listening to it, Al uses trap discovery (find-trap) witchcraft forward, followed by rope trap and fall (detect snare) and hole sensing (z-and-pitz) witchcraft to ensure safety in the direction of travel.

As Al, a young woman (?) There are a number of people, so I have some thoughts about using it in the labyrinth until Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, and I thought I'd miss out on some Christmas-related futility stories in particular.

Until then, I spent this time of the year on the ground, exchanging gifts. Twice before, I've had Christmas with them. I used to go to restaurants and get excited. This year, however, the addition of a new force of exterminators (Exterminators) to the slaughterers (Butchers) has reduced the chances for the original slaughterers (Slaughters) to come together and act.

(I also have to buy a combat slave...)

It was so blurry Al in my heart. That said, there is also an exhilaration stepping into the eight deepest layers, that George Lomberto I, the founding king, has reached, and the footsteps of the members of the Killers (Slaters) are light. Especially for those other than the reincarnated, who start out with a completely inconsiderate zenome for Christmas, that is of extra importance, making it an exploratory row with considerable temper.

"Ralpha, don't slap me in the mouth for nothing. Take a good look at the hallway features, too."

Xenom made a breakthrough on the two of them, clenching the pattern of the hand axe (tomahawk) himself, narrowing his eyes and pointing his nerves.

"... something will come... I think it's a bat again"

With his ears pinned, Bell issued a warning and everyone quickly consolidated their combat posture.

Back during the seven-layer transition crystal, Al, who quickly took off his rubber protector, ordered Larry to prepare a meal and disappeared into the shower room.

"Ah, I'm tired. Can I take a bath next to Al?

Says Ralpha as he unbelts Zenom's leather armor.

"Fine."

Mizuchi, who answers, also removes the brand new band of rubber protectors with unfamiliar hands. Marceau was helping it with the leather armor. Zulu wraps up Al's stripped rubber protector parts while in metal belt armor (banded mail), and when he draws a glass of water from Larry's place where he prepares his meals, he carefully wipes sweat and dirt with a hand wipe wet with that water and hangs it on the armor hanging.

"Ah, Belle. Water, please. You're cold."

"Yes, yes, go ahead"

Tris offered Bell a cup and drank it in one breath as she served cold water.

"Ha, the water Bell made me is different. Delicious!"

"Already... right? Thanks."

When he heard it, Guine looked and looked at him like he had spit on the ground, but when he gently wiped the tip of the cold, shining spear and put it to sleep on the ground, he took the sheath out of his luggage and covered it on the tip of the spear, standing on the wall. Remove the hard-leather armor made by simmering and start pulling through the rubber bottom boots you were wearing as you lower your hips to the ground.

"I don't care who makes magically made water. It doesn't taste good in the first place."

I listened to the grunts of Guineh whispering bumps, and the surge, which kept me lonely without being involved in those sights, also sat on the bench and wiped the spear's tips, just as Guineh did, but to confirm the blade spill, I glanced at him with a stone hanging from the magic of the lights.

The smell of less quality soap came from the shower room. There is nothing in the soap distributed in oath or mixed with perfume, but there are still few commonly available in the Kingdom of Lomberto.

"Ah, beef! Tonight, beef!

Ralpha made a scene. But when I hear of beef, everyone's face is only broken. Beef is a luxury ingredient and is quite valuable among the meat in circulation. Even Balduk only handles it in one upscale butcher shop.

"Oh, that's so exciting. Steak?"

Xenom, who had finished taking off his armor, raised his delightful voice as he carefully cared for his hand axe (tomahawk).

"Is that a steak, that's good"

Zulu also says as he helps Tris take off his metal belt armor (vandead-mail).

"Everything is delicious, isn't it?"

Marceau's voice also played as he unbanded Bell's leather armor.

"Shh, steak... jiuru... it's spitting..."

Sheathed on the spear, the surge standing against the wall was wiping the edge of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"It's not steak."

Larry says with a thin grin as he looks at the blade of a long meat cutting knife.

"Isn't that steak...... oh, I guess it's cutlets then. Beef cutlets. When was the last time you ate that?

"I wonder last year. The beef cutlets were delicious."

Tris and Bell also look happy to see each other.

"Is that it... it's still frozen... and... eh? Huh?"

Mizuchi, who had soaked his feet in the hot water he had put out in his own dedicated bucket and made it into foot water, raised his voice to his surprise when he saw the meat that appeared at Larry's disposal with the cloth he had been wearing on the beef.

"Well, now you're half-frozen. Heh, the boulder is your wife. Your wife seems to understand. It's special beef. Your husband even designated bait on his head this year to place an order, he said. Anything, they used to do a regular haystack mixed with fish liver and spinach, focusing on bait mixed with coarsely ground flour along with the squeezing of Esau Kane, an imported product from Choract with crushed cow and pig bones after the meat was taken. I was surprised when I gave it a taste, too. It's a special dish your husband taught you tonight. And..."

"What! That's from" Wagyu "..."

I only worked for a food trading company in the past and Mizuchi had such knowledge. Esau Kane is therefore a sugar cane. Sugar is called esau in Raghdarios.

"'Wagyu beef!?

All the reincarnates who heard Mizchi's words were raising their voices as if they were going to summon.

"You're fat."

"Lar, that's... not fat! It's called frosting."

Guinee explains that I went neatly to Larry's.

"It has a proper 'sashimi' in it. Sounds delicious."

Bell was already with me.

"Me, I've never had 'frosting' or anything..."

"Me too... Wow, not as much as I saw on" TV, "but that one did..."

Tris and Surge are a little far-winded, but still talked about stretching back to see the meat at first sight.

But Xenom, Zulu and Marceau had a slightly subtle look. They like the taste of meat purely. I like beef that is chewy and overflowing with gravy every time one bites.

"Whoa, we're up... what are you doing?

After a shower, Al, who dried up to his hair with dry sorcery, calls out.

"Ko, this..."

I stood up in a bucket of foot water and Mizuchi pointed at the meat.

"Whoa, that's it. It's a long way off, but it should still taste a lot better than regular beef. It cost about $12 million, including bait. But I sold all but that meat (sirloin) to the butcher in Wangdu. Two million was hit, but the butcher's old man was impressed. The rancher's old man said he'd follow me if he even prepared the land and made it a direct civilian. Oh, there's still Tan."

No heart or chest, Al answers Mizuchi.

"He remembered that he said he liked tanstew..."

"Ooh."

Al replied, scratching his nose head and looking a little illuminated.

"Come and take a shower. It's Christmas Eve. Let's have some delicious food."

"Ha, Shab Shab, did you say that this dish"

"'Shabu-shabu!

"Be polite, don't be thin. It's hanging on your arm. I asked you, Giberti."

"Yeah, I'll take care of it"

"Oh, this is... fried sesame seeds (cessmy) then crushed and stretched with stock (broads) taken from your wife's dried shiitake mushrooms (los rudges)"

"'You're a sesame dale!

"Oh, that's the same cow tongue. We cut it into easy-to-eat pieces and make it stew."

"" Ugh!

"Delicious."

"Nice tooth."

"Mr. Zenom, Master Zulu, Marceau, what do you say? What about the shabshab your husband taught you?

……

"Please do something."

"" "... this is Waggu..." "

"I want some vinegar."

"I don't have soy sauce."

"That's not all..."

"I prefer 'Sesame Dale'"

"Oh, me too"

"Father, not just meat, but vegetables."

"Huh!? Say what! Not if you're eating leaves and roots!?

"Ho."

"Ah! Don't take it personally!

"I also eat vegetables properly. Look, Zulu too."

"Ahhh! What the fuck?"

"Ha. Engella eats vegetables, too, ho."

"Oh, no, you're not!

"There's still meat."

"Mr. Guine, I have a sauce on my mustache..."

"Ahhhh!?

"Smitty, it's nothing"

Mizuchi was feeling a little uncomfortable as he dined in a fun noise. She's not good at either lively vibes. Last Christmas Eve we dined in a restaurant with all the killers (Slaters), but then Al and I were able to settle down at the Boyle Pavilion. I had a fun Christmas Eve with my family when I was a kid in my previous life, but it brings back memories of not being called to a class Christmas party when I was a freshman in high school.

We were supposed to have a Christmas party on the subject of the class, and a boy student who was taking the head was told that he would call or email the whole class after the winter break. That sentiment I was in a hurry not to get an email to PHS even on the same day before I was telling my family "Christmas Eve is because I spend time with friends". When I thought about it, the only person in the phone book was my family, and I remembered that the calls were neglected and that I didn't even remember emails as non-family, and all I got was a dry laugh, "Ha... don't you know why?" I tipped him off with comic book coffee that day.

When I went to school in the new semester, I was reading a book about Christmas parties and classmates talking about their first semester elsewhere, all alone. Sophomore Christmas similarly passed, and in the third grade, he was being pursued for exams. I'll do my best to get my grades up in the meantime. That's what I thought and desperately solved the problem set on the red cover.

However, I was dismayed that my classmates, who were better at grades than myself, were having a good Christmas party and were also getting better grades. Then, I heard that a photo of the day had been uploaded to the class bulletin board, and wet my pillow for not even knowing that the bulletin board existed.

I was desperate to study while scratching half a bed and managed to get to a university in the city where I could go from my parents, but the brand of college that was supposed to be hot didn't benefit her in any way either. My college classmate also starts saying "I've got a boyfriend" when Christmas is approaching, but "One is hard for Christmas, so I'll compromise with him". There was also a voice saying, "I don't have a boyfriend, get together with one another that I miss" and I was hoping for that. Naturally, Mizuchi, like always listening to lectures at the edge of the front row, had no voice whatsoever.

At the beginning of school, if I tried to talk to her about the topic of the game that seemed fun even if I tried to show my face to the circle I was invited for a long time, it was a novice level of childishness, and I just thought "hey, Russia (you know)". It wasn't enough, and even in shooting and fighting games, the male gamers in the circle weren't alone against Mizuchi.

(After all, arms dull when it's such a low level circle. I think we need to get to Shinjuku or Akihabara)

Mizuchi was seen making multiple exchanges in the game center that year.

The level of Netoge characters that the service started during his student years was both caught in the cap and the possession of rare items was at the top of the list on the server.

My friend is over the screen.

He entered the guild and became a leading member.

I don't miss you anymore.

The log filled with chat had a happy talking Mizuchi line dancing.

> Christmas? What's that delicious?

> Junya, boulder ~. Sounds like the best tanker in the guild.

> Naturally. More seriously, at midnight today, a flaming dragon hake will pop in the middle of the Luxor area?

> Sounds serious. You can't hunt without Mr. Junya.

> Leave it to me!

> Kakeru! I look like a Han.

> I'd like to party.

> You have to be the strongest member of the top guild to get it together.

Even so, I did quite a bit of studying, so I was able to graduate, and I managed to slip into a food trading company. Soon the nettle title had changed.

> Junya, you've been having a bad on rate lately?

> I got a job and it's changed.

> It's shit.

> You're not playing. I don't know if you're gonna quit the company.

> But that guy, he's coming right over the weekend, and if he does, he's got good arms.

> Player Skills Pan

> He said he was coming right over the weekend...... thats w

> Don't touch it. You're not even funny, Mr. Junya.

> Sarsen, she's not here wwww.

> Me too www.

> It's some shit or something.

> Mr. Junya is the Han.

> No, that guy, you don't boycott him.

> You have a loud nose.

> Yummy ~

> Oh, here I come.

> Let's go hunting, Mr. Junya!

> Me too.

> Me too.

> Me too.

> Uh, I'm still drinking with my boss today. - You're a little tired.

(Whisper) > Air boss w

(Whisper) > On the air, boss, w.

(Whisper) > Something's just been talking about my boss lately.

When it's been a few years since I got a job......

"Oh, what does Mr. Vertebra do for Christmas?

"Mmm... I don't have a boyfriend and I'm alone"

"Ah... excuse me. I'm new this year..."

"I know..."

"Excuse me. Oh, but if you're Yoshibaki..."

"What? My boyfriend's picking up the restaurant."

"" You had a boyfriend... "

(I can't believe this guy even has a boyfriend... compared to that I remain unremunerated...)

"Oh, I've already booked a restaurant. Ginza."

"Wow, Deputy Director, seriously! With your wife? Nice try."

"Bye, the good part will be buried in the summer or so. Pre-reading is essential."

(... Kawasaki-san, I knew you and your wife... right...)

(Why, by the way, do you recall this Christmas Eve story, I... then...)

The monitor shows a picture of a man with a clear smile and moves the keyboard in front of him.

Cakes and wine bought from convenience stores in the empty space.

"Merry Christmas... Fuhihi... Let's not hang up..."

"Junko! If you're home, eat with me! I bought you chicken and cake."

"I hope you get off soon. Your father's gonna eat us all!

Mizuchi's ears are reached by the untrustworthy calls of her parents living together.

(Damn, dammit, dammit... why am I...)

Suddenly memories resuscitate and meditate with eyes closed.

(Huh. Fuhicha. It's not comparable to that time. Plenty of rear! I won!)

"Mr. Mizuchi, what's wrong?

"Mm-hmm. Just a thought."

"Meat, please"

"Thank you, Belle"

'Delicious, isn't it? But this is how you party on Christmas Eve, don't you remember your last life?

'Huh? Yeah, right...'

"What are you talking about?

"Oh, he used to remind me of a Christmas party back in 'college'."

"Oh, speaking of which, you are. That was fun, Belle, no, Aska!

"Yeah! Yoo-chan"

"Me, you've done a great job of collecting members of the 'band' and 'fans'"

"Heh, that sounds like fun. I was only with my daughter-in-law..."

"I rented out the club. They were all pretty drunk and funny."

"We had a 'Christmas party in class' too, didn't we? You borrowed a club like a surge."

"Right... oh, I did... damn, I got milk rubbed by that 'football club' guy"

"What, who!?

I forgot my name.

(Ku... I didn't win... I feel... I do... again... I...)

"What are you looking weird about?

Al asked Mizuchi in a whisper, looking strange.

Tears fell down my cheeks on the clap I tried to laugh at.

"... now you have me"

He gave me a slightly surprised look, but laughed and Al called out to Mizuchi again.

"Ugh."

Mizuchi laughs with meat on her cheeks.