Chapter 684: Remember, underneath the wine glass is the coffee table! (Part 2)

Hannah, who was holding the wine jar in one hand and the wine bowl in the other, remained silent. From the beginning to now, I have never heard her speak. If Hans hadn't said it, I almost thought she was

Mute.

Not to mention talking, even some movements, such as nodding and shaking the head, are rarely seen. The Hanbag team seems to be used to her attitude. As long as she does not shake her head to refuse, it means that she has no objection.

This has completely exceeded the definition of "three noes". Is there a better word to describe it?

Now, how will Hannah, who is holding the wine jar and holding the wine bowl, choose? Even if she chooses to refuse and say "no", this may be what everyone expects besides seeing Hannah's drunk appearance.

heard.

According to Hans, his brother had not heard a syllable from Hannah's mouth for nearly half a year.

To be honest, Hannah is the girl with the weirdest personality I have ever seen. Although Princess Sanwu is also weird, after getting along with her for a long time, I can still find that under her indifferent face like a beautiful doll, in fact,

She has a pretty normal girl's heart, delicate, sensitive, soft, changeable, stubborn, likes to act coquettishly, etc. If there is anything abnormal, it is probably her obsession with drinking tea, and that... ahem

, hobbies of things like h.

Hannah, who was receiving everyone's gaze, suddenly made a move. She gently tipped the wine jar and filled the wine bowl in her hand.

“Oh oh oh oh————!!”

Everyone looked at Hannah's actions and couldn't help but open their mouths wide and let out exclamations. The surprise was mixed with excited eyes, as if they saw God dancing hula with his bare upper body and thick chest hair.

"Gulu—Gulu—"

Drinking in small sips, although the face is shrouded in shadow, this cute way of drinking, like a kitten licking milk, still gives people an elegant and cute beauty.

But at this time, no one would pay attention to the petite and cute side of a girl that Hannah occasionally showed off. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the horizontal line inside the bowl. Only when it dried up did they let out a sound of praise and applaud.

It seemed as if Hannah had done something extraordinary, but maybe it was indeed something extraordinary to her.

Then, without saying a word, Hannah continued to fill the wine bowl, and then drank in small sips. Although the drinking was not fast, it was better because there was no pause, so the remaining five or six kilograms of sake in the wine jar were still there.

Disappearing at a very slow speed.

"Gulu—Gulu—"

"Gulu—Gulu—"

"Gulu—Gulu—"

…

"Hey, Hans, your sister seems to have a good drinking capacity."

Anyone who has drank alcohol knows that it is easiest to get drunk if you drink continuously like this. Seeing that Hannah had drank seventy-eight percent of the wine, but still did not fall down, Ricken, who was stunned on the side, used his elbow to

He pushed Hans, who was also looking stunned, and said.

"Then... that is, with a brother like me, how can Hannah be any worse? It's... only a little bit worse than me." Hans was confused and said uncertainly.

Judging from his appearance, he probably didn't even know that his sister had such a good drinking capacity. She seemed to have good grades and was always patting her chest in front of her junior high school sister and saying that he would ask if there was anything he didn't understand in the future.

My brother, who is a high school student, suddenly discovered one day that his sister had secretly completed college courses on her own.

Hans's mood now is as complicated as the above example, and he wants to find a place to shed his brother's tears of shame.

When Hannah drank up the last drop of wine in the wine jar and wine bowl, she gently put the jar and wine bowl aside and continued to face the bonfire, lowering her head and closing her eyes to meditate.

"Woo~~ I am the older brother, I am the older brother..."

There is no doubt that the one crying loudly on the side is a certain incompetent mage who feels that he has been left far behind by the times and his family (sister).

"Huhu, let's have another bowl, hehehe, everyone will not get home until they are drunk, ahhu~~"

There is no doubt that the person who said this is still an incompetent mage who gave up on himself because he felt that he had been abandoned by the times and his family (sister).

"UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuWuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuWuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Well, I don’t need to introduce the mage in front of me who is full of tears, drunk, talking nonsense in a slurred speech, and constantly banging his forehead against the ground.

I was already a little drunk and didn't plan to drink anymore, but because of Hans's trouble, I had to drink a few more bowls. My steps were already feeling a little light, so I took advantage of everyone not paying attention and secretly used my hands and feet.

crawled back into his tent.

"Woooooo~~"

Damn it, my head hurts so much, but luckily among the misfortunes, it didn’t end in tragedy this time. It’s rare. Thinking about previous experiences, I either burned down the bar and ended up losing money, or I woke up early the next morning.

When I came, I found that I was holding a magic loudspeaker tightly in my hand, my mouth was gagged with rags, and I was hanging in a tree with my hands tied up.

Huh?

Looking back now, I still don't understand why I was hung from the tree and who the murderer was.

In short, I have returned to my small tent this time, and I should be able to stay away from all tragedies. What, your incompetent tragedy aura, isn't it usually very attractive? Show me your power now, see if you can take me

How is it? Wow hahahahaha!!!

After laughing a few times to vent my hatred, I felt so happy that I staggered to the bedside with unsteady steps.

"Huh?"

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. When was this mattress... laid? I didn't seem to have any impression of it. Could it be that I had the foresight to make the bed early so that I could lie down on it happily after I was drunk?

Get some sleep?

Regardless, existence is truth. For a man like me who has understood the ninth sense, it is not difficult to predict such a simple future... No, to be precise, it has a 99.99% probability.

matter!!

That’s right! I finally understand!!

Isn't it because of this that he was hated by God and forcibly had the attributes of a road idiot and the aura of tragedy upon him?

Huh, it's really ugly, this kind of unabashed jealousy, but if you think that this level of obstruction can knock me down, you would be totally wrong.

Squinting my eyes and muttering in a low voice, I fell down on the bed, and the faint fragrance hit my nostrils at any time, ah, the quilt cleaned by little Velas smells so good, she is indeed my all-purpose little wife.

After rubbing it for a few times, my consciousness gradually began to blur, but I couldn't fall asleep completely.

Is it because I'm thirsty? There's nothing I can do about it.

I reluctantly got up from the bed, staggered to the table, and kept fumbling with the teapot and cups on it. It would be great if I could use the wizard's telekinesis at this time, but unfortunately I have trouble walking now.

Not to mention using skills.

"Hey, what is this?"

When I found the teapot and cup, I also touched something else.

A thick book?

Looking at the book in my hand, the outer layer is made of exquisite animal skin, and then dyed black, and the paper inside is also the best snow paper produced in the camp. I can tell at a glance that it is a valuable book, and I was suddenly confused.

brain.

When did you have such a thing in your tent?

If I were normally awake, I would definitely be able to smell the breath of death from this book that is extremely inconsistent with my tent, and then I would have questions. Unfortunately...

Oh? There is also a quill in the book. In other words, this is probably a note instead of a book?

While pouring myself a cup of tea, I drank it in one sip and felt my head clear up a bit. I casually extended my ignorant hand to this taboo notebook.

I translate.

I gently opened the first page. It was written in a narrative style. The handwriting was neat and graceful. It was not at all neat and graceful that my earthworm writing could match.

It turns out that this is the case. I didn’t write this note by myself. Hahahaha, don’t pay attention to such a trivial matter. Just keep reading. After a few drunken laughs, I continued to turn to the next page.

If I were awake, at this moment, I would definitely be able to detect that the rhombus crystal on my chest was constantly flashing red light "ding-doo~ding-doo~", as if I was facing a desperate situation, and I would quickly take the notes in my hand.

Throw it out, raise your hands high and say "Hi" and rush back to your hometown in the M78 Nebula at the speed of light, hiding there for ten or eight years before coming out again.

Oh, isn't this a pretty heart-warming story? Let me see, eh, it turns out to be like this, a peaceful and happy little village in the beautiful prairie under the blue sky. The protagonists are... two brothers and a girl.

?

It should be a series of love stories that started when the two brothers fell in love with the girl at the same time.

After roughly flipping through two pages, with our many years of experience, we immediately organized the main characters and the main line of the whole story clearly. Hum, don't be obsessed with me, he is just a legend.

In this quiet and peaceful small village, far away from the threat of monsters, there lives a beautiful girl named Sarana. She has long hair as blue as the vast sky, eyes as clear and pure as spring water, and a smile that blooms more than on the spring grassland.

Her flowers are even more beautiful, and her snow-white skin is as fresh and fresh as tender grass wet with morning dew. Whenever she starts to sing, the birds will hover in the sky, the fish will jump for joy by the river, and the wind will accompany her.

, the clouds will shade her from the sun.

Whether they were working adults or children playing, they would stop and listen quietly. The whole world seemed to be still, and only the song echoed in the grassland.

The boys in the village were all enamored by Sarana. Even the princes and marquises in the Western Kingdom had heard of her beauty. They sent several envoys all the way through the murderous foggy forest to convey their love.

Admiration.

Oh, this delicate text, this simplicity with a fresh flavor...the old-fashioned and tacky opening, coupled with the neat and graceful fonts above, it should be a beautiful longing for love, with a dreamy and innocent girl's feelings

It's a girl's work.

At this point, if my head was still somewhat clear-headed, I would probably have noticed from these many clues that the hair of the enemy on the opposite side suddenly turned golden, and then turned his hands towards me.

There was a strong sense of crisis emitting a strange light and muttering ka-me-ha-me-ha- in his mouth. He immediately rolled up his bed and must find a spherical spacecraft to escape to Hamek, even if he had to live there.

A miserable life of growing tobacco fields and competing with Prisa for a yo-yo all your life!

Oh, are the two brothers coming next? The calm and capable elder brother, the sunny and handsome younger brother, the two brothers with simple personalities, handsome appearance, hardworking and capable, are naturally the secret crush of many girls in the village. Of course, the plot will not go as planned.

At this point, a fool should be able to guess that the two brothers are secretly in love with Sarana, the most beautiful girl in the village. This is the main line and triggers a series of housewife theater plots.

Housewives theater? It would be great if there was a late-night show with strong plots such as the blackened hatchet, incest and corpse dismemberment. I secretly feel sorry for it. Just by looking at the beginning, you can imagine the ending of such a cliched country love story. Don’t blame me.

With time-tested veterans like Princess Sanwu and Little Ghost, I'm afraid even simple and innocent girls like Sarah and Willas would have trouble arousing interest.

Of course, although the plot has no selling points, the innocent and beautiful girl's feelings contained in it make people's hearts beat and they can't help but want to continue reading.

First, I briefly introduce the background of the story and the three protagonists, as well as some simple information about other supporting characters. The story takes place in this quiet, peaceful and beautiful village, where two men and one woman are involved with each other, and the inseparable family affection and love are intertwined.

In the context of the love triangle, it officially unfolded.

"Brother, I've heard about it! My father has already discussed with Ilana's father to let you two get married after the harvest day this fall, is that right?!"

The two brothers were getting along in harmony. Suddenly one day, the sunny and handsome brother broke in and pointed at his brother and asked loudly.

Oh, has it started? Has the trigger finally appeared? To be honest, the sudden change from a calm and happy writing style to such a tense plot that is likely to lead to a breakup between brothers is really beyond my expectation.

Based on my original guess about the author's character and writing style, it should be a slow and smooth transition to this kind of plot. It seems that I still underestimated the other person's writing passion, huh.

I nodded my head nonchalantly and continued to turn to the next page.

"I'm sorry, brother, I...I..."

The elder brother, who had a slender, strong figure and handsome appearance that made the girl blush with embarrassment, bowed his head in shame and was speechless under the sharp gaze of his younger brother who looked extremely angry because of his anger.

"It's so despicable that you would do such a thing and still hide it from me. It's my fault... I still treat you as my most beloved brother..."

After confirming the truth, the younger brother's pupils suddenly trembled and enlarged. He took a few steps back in disbelief and clutched his fists tightly. The nails embedded deep in the flesh of his palms began to gurgling blood.

"Yes... I'm sorry. This is something that my father and the others decided suddenly. I just found out about it not long ago, and I don't know how to tell you..."

"Stop arguing. You also know what our feelings for Sarana are like. I will never agree with this kind of thing. Even if I kill you, I will not agree with it. I will never agree with it."

The younger brother was crying, and shouted at the top of his lungs, interrupting his elder brother.

Oh oh, the conflict is getting more and more intense, it’s interesting, turn the page.

The debate continues.

Brother: "But on my father's side..."

Brother: "So what? Could it be that my father can do such unreasonable things?!"

"but……"

"Brother, how could you do this? Have you forgotten our private agreement?!"

The younger brother suddenly threw the other person down with a ferocious expression and tightly held his brother's neck.

Oh, are brothers going to kill each other? Men who fall in love are really scary.

I swallowed involuntarily and continued to turn to the next page.

"We once agreed that we would be together forever and love each other forever. Have you forgotten? Have you already forgotten?"

"No, I haven't forgotten it for a moment, but Sarana's side..."

"It doesn't matter, I remember there is an old hatchet in the woodshed, I just want to get rid of it together."

"But on my father's side..."

"It doesn't matter, we can just deal with it together."

"How can this be done? What should I do with the body? What should I do if someone in the village discovers it?"

"It doesn't matter. Just chop them all into pieces and stuff them into bags and sink them to the bottom of the river. No one will find out." The younger brother replied with an increasingly ferocious expression.

"That puts me at ease." My brother showed a reassuring smile.

"Brother... we will always be together."

"Um!"

"Yeah~ Yeah~ I hate it, brother~"

(Omitted below)

"puff------------!!"

A mouthful of old blood spurted out of his mouth, dyeing the entire table red.

This is really a late night show, you bastard... No, this is not what you should complain about, what kind of plot is this, you bastard!!

Appeared, my destined natural enemy finally appeared!!

That's right, although they belong to the same dimension, they are in completely different worlds. Just like the hero and the dragon, the natural enemy of the otaku cannot coexist with them at all - fujoshi!!

Feeling that my pure otaku heart had been tainted by this disgusting rot, I threw the notes in my hand onto the table as if avoiding a snake and was about to leave angrily.

Unexpectedly, a petite figure blocked the only way out of the tent door at some point.

"..."

Because of that disgusting notebook, I had already regained my consciousness. After linking all the causes and consequences, cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and my heart was filled with anger, just like a punctured balloon.

Hissing and leaking air, it shrank in less than three seconds.

Situation... the situation seems a little not good. Isn't this my own tent?

Although I already had the answer in my mind, I still held on and looked around at the surrounding layout. Then, the last bit of momentum in my heart disappeared with a "pop".

"Look...you see it."

The petite and hazy figure blocked in the middle of the tent door, shrouded in the night, was emitting such intense fluctuations in emotion that even the crisp voice was tinged with a serious soft vibrato.

"If possible, I definitely don't want to see it!"

Without thinking, I immediately complained, and then immediately beat myself up in my heart.

"No...no...listen to me, I mean, I didn't look at it at all."

"See it~~!!"

The figure opposite still used a gloomy, cold, stiff, vibrato voice, even with a hint of crying, and took a step forward. Inside the petite body, it was as if there was a male lion slowly opening its eyes.

No... it's not good. This kind of attitude has clearly determined that I have peeked at her notes (of course this is a fact), and the prelude to a storm is brewing. It's useless for me to say anything else.

After instantly realizing the serious situation I was facing, I took a deep breath, suddenly pointed behind the figure, and shouted loudly in a horrified tone.

"Ah——! There are two grown men hugging each other and kissing!!"

"What?!"

In an instant, a dazzling flash of light flashed through the eyes of that petite figure shrouded in darkness. As if a gossip reporter had smelled a fishy smell, he turned around at a staggering speed, holding more than his hands.

with a notebook and a quill.

There is a flaw!!

In that moment of life and death, where time seemed to have slowed down ten thousand times, I surpassed myself, and with a speed that was not inferior to the other party's movements, I turned into a white light and passed her by.

Humph, a fujoshi is a fujoshi, there is no way she can be a match for an otaku like me.

"Wahahahahahahahahahahaha-"

After taking the first step out of the tent, I laughed out loud with pride. Yes, this was a victory for the otaku.

Next, just look for Hans and the others. In front of other people, Hannah doesn't dare to attack me blatantly, lest her identity as a fujoshi be exposed. This plan is too perfect. Maybe I will become one in the future.

There might also be a terrifying person with knowledge as deep as the ocean.

At this moment, I was deeply shocked by my wisdom that burst out in times of crisis. I stepped faster and faster, and soon arrived at the celebration site and roared loudly.

"Hans save me..."

I:"……"

The completely drunk Hans, Rickon, Kira and Barr, with their shoulders crossed, danced the hilarious drunkard's dance around the bonfire. Unfortunately, at this moment, I couldn't laugh at all.

come out.

"Oh~, hiccup~! Isn't this... isn't this Aslan, old, old, old... brother? Hiccup~!"

His drunken face, which was almost as red as his hair, looked over and said hello in a daze.

The Amazon sisters have disappeared, probably back to their tents, while the four barbarian mercenaries and desert warriors are drunk together, each holding an empty wine jar or dice in their hands, staggering around and shouting to the sky.

Huda fell asleep.

No way, it's going to be over. In this situation, no one will stand up to help me stop Hannah, and Hannah doesn't need to worry about her secret being exposed.

At this moment, I deeply understood that even a brain with wisdom as deep as the ocean and a brain that makes decisions thousands of miles away must bow in front of its own tragic aura.

Anyone who can conquer heaven is just talking to a child, you bastard!!

I knelt on the ground and punched the ground with regret. At this time, a cold murderous intention that seemed to freeze the bone marrow spread from behind. I turned around mechanically, wearing a black close-fitting cloak and hunting in the cold wind.

The loud Hannah, who didn’t know when, was already standing behind her.

In the cold windy night, the two snow-white assassin wrist blades she was equipped with were replacing the blood moon obscured by dark clouds in the sky, emitting a bright red cold light, making Hannah look like the night moon had descended to harvest the lives of evildoers.

Like a god of death.

At this time, the wisest choice is to equip all the equipment first.

Without saying a word, I put on my main equipment as quickly as possible, took a deep breath, then turned around, ran away, and shouted, all in one go.

"Help~~~~~~~~~~"

"die--!!"
Chapter completed!