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Without paying attention to this matter, Weston went to the bathroom by himself.

Brush your teeth, go to sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already evening.

In the living room, the great sage Meteora was eating snacks, lying on the sofa and watching animation on TV.

Seeing that Weston was awake, she muttered something inaudible to others, and did not bother to move.

But Weston understood that she was saying something like 'takeaway is on the table and you can heat it yourself'.

"You really are content with the status quo." Weston was speechless to her lazy look.

It may take a lifetime to become a great sage to reach that state.

And becoming a salted fish may only take half a month.

"Not resting on my laurels, I'm looking at the characters the princess in military uniform might call up," Meteora explained, popping a piece of beef into her mouth.

"Will you watch the animation to observe?"

"Naturally. For example, in "The Elf Machine Symphony of the Vogel Knights", the heroine Selesia Ubitilia may be in line with her aesthetics, and maybe she will be summoned to this world. "

She lied gradually and began to be serious, and the one who is close to the ink is black.

Weston shook his head: "What are you going to do with dinner? I'm going out to eat."

"Where to eat?" The sage girl raised her head immediately.

"Izakaya."

"Please let me keep you safe."

……

At the same time, a certain community unit in Tokyo.

A Japanese high school student wearing glasses dragged his tired body home and lay down on the bed.

The tablet placed in front of the bed, with the touch of his fingers, began to log in to the animation website.

I don't know if he was too tired, the screen in front of him was blurry, and the blue screen switched countless times.

And the world in front of me seems to be fragmented...

Chapter 72 Deviated Plot - Altair the Godslayer

Six o'clock at night.

Weston and Meteora stop at a distant izakaya.

Sake side dishes, tamagoyaki, and cold slave tofu were placed on the table, which belonged to Weston.

The sashimi of puffer fish, bonito, and tuna, piled up in large pieces, was placed in front of the sage girl next to her, and her follow-up menu, oden and tuna rice, were not presented.

The two eat their own things, and they don't mean to disturb each other at all.

In the chaotic atmosphere of drinking, chatting and spanking, the table was so quiet that the waiter couldn't help but secretly guess whether it was a breakup meal.

It's not as if he's too shy to speak, and it's not like he has nothing to say. It seems that he came here just to fill his stomach, and then he fell apart.

"Say it first, AA."

The sage girl's eyes passed over to look down on you: "I Guji, because I am in %&*￥#@..." (I refused, because you brought me in, so it should be treated as the country custom, you are the one to treat.)

Words that only Weston could understand came from Meteora's mouth.

"Then you drink this glass of wine, and I can pay for you." Weston handed over half of the bottle of sake.

Sake comes from "turbid wine". The rice wine was originally turbid, and it was filtered to produce sake.

The degree must be much smaller than that of Japanese shochu, almost negligible.

But Weston felt dizzy after only a small glass, and he could not help wondering whether wine is a deadly poison to wizards.

Since he is already so drunk, there is no reason for the salted fish sage, who is eating and drinking, to be able to eat so happily.

"You want to get me drunk?" Meteora's eyes did not fluctuate, and he wanted to laugh in his heart.

For this kind of thing, you just need to use magic to get rid of alcohol.She can also drink with her back up, let the alcohol flow into her sleeves from an angle that the other party can't see, and even deliberately collide and sprinkle some before drinking.

Isn't it the same for postings on the general Internet, socializing, and calling friends on the surface?This young man is also really naive.

Meteora took the bottle of sake without any hesitation, and poured it into her mouth regardless of whether the bottle mouth had been touched by Weston or even drugged.

Gulu Gulu drank it down in one gulp, then put the bottle on the table with a heavy 'boom'.

Her arrogance is completely out of proportion to her petite body, which only makes people feel a little silly.

"It's over! You pay the bill." The sage girl said without blushing.

Weston clapped his hands a few times: "Excellent."

Then I began to observe her reaction... Half an hour later, the stamina of the wine hit, and a layer of physiological blush appeared on Meteora's three blank expressions.

Meteora's head is very dizzy at the moment, and he feels something wrong with his body. It definitely comes from the 200% absorption of alcohol, which makes the magician's active nerves climax in his brain like listening to ASMR.

The figures of the three Westons began to sway in front of her eyes, and her brain became dizzy, making her drowsy.