Under the Snow, her hands stopped moving.
He turned his head mechanically.
"Li-Liwill. Listen to me, I definitely didn't, I didn't mean that.”
Liweir didn't say anything. His dead fish eyes just looked at him quietly.
Under the snow, he could only feel cold sweat rolling down his head.
"Tsk, you take care of him for this week's hygiene.”
With that, he walked out.
"Hey!"
Under the snow, there was no room for bargaining other than answering loudly.
"Hahaha! Brat, weren't you very arrogant just now?”
"Why did Liweir turn into a coward the moment he arrived?”
Fran teased.
Imitating the scene under the snow just now.
The expression on his face was extremely wretched.
"Tch, so noisy. Shut up."
Under the Snow pursed his lips and continued to operate the thing in his hand.
After a long time, the wooden barrel was ready.
Fran patted him on the shoulder.
"Hehe, little brat, it's time to clean up.”
"Otherwise, Liweir will find trouble with you.”
Fran gloated.
Under the Snow looked at the tools that had been prepared in front of her.
The idea of brewing wine could only be put on hold for the time being.
Otherwise, Liweir would come looking for trouble with him later.
He might even drag her out to practice.
He really couldn't withstand Liweir's training.
It was better to clean up the place.
She put on a scarf and a mask and covered her head.
Don't ask me why, this was all taught to me by Liweir.
Time flew by quickly. It would take at least two to three hours to clean up.
To be honest, he was still a little tired.
...
Day after day, under the snow, they were either training or on the way to training.
He had almost mastered the full 3D automatic device.
Other than the fancy movements.
There was no problem with some simple operations.
Just like that, it had been more than a year since Under the Snow arrived in the world of attacking the giants.
His height was still the same as Livier's.
He was only fifteen years old now.
At this moment, in the kitchen.
After returning from training, Under the Snow ran inside eagerly.
It was because the wine that had been brewed a few months ago could be released today.
Just thinking about it made him very excited.
After a few months, he could finally sell these wines for money.
It just so happened that Liweir and Fran didn't go out today.
I'll let them taste the good things that I brew.
Then, he was stunned.
"No, that's not right. Liweir and Fran, I, I remember that they don't drink!”
"Isn't that so? Did he not drink, or did he not have the money to buy wine?”
Under the Snow muttered to herself with uncertainty.
Then, he threw all of this to the back of his mind.
"Forget about them. They can drink it or not. There aren't many of these good things.”
A long time ago, there was no place to store the wine barrels under the snow in the kitchen.
He used wooden planks to build a small compartment in the kitchen.
Fran complained for half a month.
He kept talking about this every day.
She was simply like an auntie.
Today, he had to use this thing to shut his mouth.
When he opened the cubicle, a rich and sweet smell of alcohol wafted out.
The sealed wine barrel could not stop the fragrance from wafting out.
Under the Snow took a deep breath, and a sweet drunkenness surged into her heart.
"Perfect. I don't believe that no one will want my wine if I sell it.”
He took a bottle of wine from the side.
The three of them did not drink alcohol all year round. Where did these bottles come from?
These bottles were picked up by the black-hearted merchant from the garbage heap under the snow.
Just this alone made Fran and Selina despise him for a long time.
Liweir didn't dare to get close to this guy under the snow.
Climbing the garbage under the snow made him feel very embarrassed.
Moreover, this fellow even wanted Liweir to help him pick up trash at that time.
When he returned that day, he was almost kicked to death by Liweir under the snow.
There was no way he could escape with a swollen face.
Under the Snow placed the tube into the wine jar.
The tube outside was facing the bottle.
Under the snow, the wine in the barrel was absorbed by his hand.
It slowly flowed into the bottle.
In a short while, four or five bottles of good wine were packed under the snow.
He planned to test it out first.
He wanted to see if he could sell it for a good price.
Under the snow, she held a ladle filled with wine.
He walked out of the kitchen.
"Liweir, Fran. Come and try the wine I brewed."
The two of them looked down at the snow.
He saw a white orange wine lying peacefully in the ladle.
The fragrance of the wine drifted into Liweir and Fran's noses.
"Wine!"
Fran whispered in confusion.
"Brat, could this be the thing you were fiddling with before?”
Fran's eyes were filled with contempt.
He didn't believe that this kind of thing could be sold for money.
This was also because he did not know much about wine.
If only he knew how much profit a bottle of good wine could make in the market.
This guy might have fought with Under the Snow.
Liweir looked over.
"Wine? I've never drunk that thing before."
"It's not bad to try it."
Then, Liweir thought about how he was picking up trash like wine bottles under the snow.
He raised his eyebrows and his face instantly darkened.
The dead fish eyes stared at the snow without saying a word.
She looked at him quietly.
Underneath the Snow had obviously noticed Liweir's gaze.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he thought to himself,"
"Ugh! Liweir, did I do something bad? Why are you looking at me like that?”
After spending so much time with Liweir under the snow, she could more or less understand where Liweir's emotions came from.
Firstly, hygiene was a very important issue. The key points to be tested were circled!
As for the second place?
It seemed that he couldn't hurt the people around him, or else he would let you know what it meant to be worse than death.
Also, don't casually use his black tea.
Otherwise, you'll definitely become a pig head.
Other than the three taboos mentioned above.
The rest was fine!
Oh, oh, and don't touch him with your dirty hands.
At least, that was what Liweir thought.
Liweir could ignore the verbal abuse and ignore it.
Moreover, he did not know if it was because he had lived in this gloomy and dark underground street for a long time, and there was no sun in the environment.
Liweir didn't say as much as he did when he joined the Investigation Corps.
Under the snow, the environmental factors must have had some influence.
If you don't believe me, you can try staying in a dark place for a long time.
There would more or less be some psychological problems.
...
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