Dream Life

July 10.

Holding a worn out Mel in a mock fight with Beatrice, I headed to my room.

Outside, vigilante training is still ongoing, and the men in the village seem to be treated more than usual. At the end of the training, you should go to the public bathroom and sweat, followed by a banquet in the name of comfort. But only today, we don't know if they're still energetic enough to drink.

I was worn out by my grandfathers' opponents myself, but Mel was worse than that.

Put Mel to bed, but the healing magic I just hung seems to be healing most of the wounds. Just in case, hang the healing magic again, but Mel's expression looks spicy and his depleted health doesn't seem to return any time soon.

There was Sharon and Dan with worried faces in the room, Beatrice with a serious look sometime, and, for some reason, Liddy smiling.

I give her a voice as I stroke Mel's head.

"You can take your time from noon. I'm going to go say hello to Beltram - the Dwarf blacksmith in the village of Rasmore - but I'll tell Molly - the maid chief, Walt Vassel's wife - that I wish I was resting here"

Mel shook her head small to the side and stared at me with a razor after a grown up grin.

"It's okay now. And I want to be with you... so..."

When I try to say, "But..." I get up and say, "Because this is how usual it is".

Sharon said, "Are you sure you're okay?," Mel snorted loudly with a smile.

"We're going to be together. Take your time off today..."

Now Liddy says, "Isn't it okay because it's in the village?" I've been pinching my mouth.

(Don't let Liddy drive you crazy yesterday about how things went. No, it's not just Liddy. Mel also...... there are certainly as many places in the village where you can rest. If you have to, can I carry it?)

"Okay. But if you get tired or hard, be sure to say it. That's the deal."

Mel nodded loudly, "Well, I'm going to get dressed! I said," I left the room fine.

Sharon, Dan, and Beatrice leave the room saying they'll be just as ready.

Liddy and I were the only two left in the room.

I open my mouth to ask Liddy about Mel.

"Hey, I'm talking about Mel..."

"You know how that kid feels. Then think for yourself."

That's all I said, Liddy left the room, too.

I was thinking while I was out of gear in the room left alone.

(Can I live up to their feelings...)

It's not like you'll find the answer to anything you think so.

I shook my head small and decided not to think deeply.

(I can't help thinking about it now. At least now......)

I changed into the clothes in the mansion.

For the first time in a long time, I feel slightly uncomfortable putting my sleeves through regular clothes - clothes that are not black monochrome.

"I don't know. Looks like Liddy and the others are poisoning us."

I left the room whining like that.

It was still a little early at noon, but we had lunch, and in the summer sun, the hall goes down the hill.

There are three people on the side: Liddy and Mel, Sharon and Beatrice behind, and Dan.

The hall went down the hill, first to the workshop in Beltram.

I didn't realize much of nostalgia yesterday, but things seem a little different in the village.

That wasn't for the bad guys.

The fields were wider than a year ago and the houses were slightly more numerous. Plus I feel the villagers' expressions are brightening up.

I asked Mel and Dan about it.

"There shouldn't have been a house over East Hill. Besides, I think this was just a meadow."

Dan answered my question.

"Yes. Recently, they've had more small children, so there's a lot of places where the house gets cramped. Because I built quite a few houses during the winter. Mr. Nicholas asked the villagers to spread the field. Like making a lot of wheat."

Mel laughing at Nico also joins Dan's story.

"That's right. He said he had to make a lot of wheat to make alcohol. Looks like the people who used to go to the city of Kilnarek are coming back..."

If you ask me in detail, it seems that my second or third son, who previously left without succeeding the house, is returning to the village. Neither Mel nor Dan seem to know much about the story, but it looks like Nicholas is bringing people back out with something like a subsidy.

Once upon a time I nicholas the story of the uturn of those who left the village and the so-called i-turn of the hope of emigration. At that time, I remember that housing good offices, subsidies and tax exemptions were effective for people wishing to migrate. The tax exemption doesn't really matter in our village, so I guess I did something about subsidies and housing good offices.

(Will you ask me when I get back to the mansion? If you have a lot of bachelors, maybe we could do a pageant or something......)

I was walking between the hills with that in mind.

I arrived at Beltram's workshop, but rarely the person in question was not in the workshop.

I spoke to him several times, but he never came out. There is no sound of hammer and there is no appearance of work being done.

I'm going into the back of the workshop if it doesn't come to light.

In addition to the equipment being maintained, there was a near-built distiller in the workshop. Apparently, Scott - the head of liquor in the village of Rasmore - intends to build more distillers.

Liddy and Mel follow me, but the only person, Beatrice, is Beltram who hears Dwarf and has a slightly convulsed face.

"Do you mind? Dwarf blacksmiths say it's a lot of trouble."

I laughed and said, "I'm fine. I've been stuck here since I was a little girl. I know on my own. It's someone else's house." I raise one hand.

Going in the back, I heard people talking from the backyard.

One is the voice of a wild man, the voice of a nostalgic Bertram, the other is a woman, which also seems to belong to a young woman.

(Has anyone come to ask me to fix a knife or something? That's unusual......)

It is quite rare for a young woman in the village to deal with a difficult beltram. Not that he'll do anything, but just to say heterogeneous, seems like a high hurdle for a rural village daughter. So even when asking for the repair of knives and tools, a father usually comes close to Beltram.

I walked out of the workshop and into the backyard, wondering.

There was a woman there as tall as Beltram and him - about a hundred and fifty cm.

The woman has her back to us, so I don't know her face, but for the small part, the line isn't thin and looks like the same dwarf as Beltram.

Beltram seemed to have explained something to the woman, but as soon as she noticed me, she had a full smile on her beard and called out with a bronze voice.

"Finally! He came home yesterday, didn't he?!

"I'm sorry. I arrived yesterday at noon..."

When I said that much, I said, "I know. You are also the son of a lord. You have a date," he says, pounding my shoulder.

I nod to him and introduce Beatrice.

"It's Beatrice. He's doing my guardian."

When Beatrice lowers her head gently, Beltram offers her right hand by saying "It's Beltram" as she looks up at her taller than fifty cm.

Beatrice takes his right hand in a slightly crouching position.

Beltram said, "Well, spears or... Zach's guardian? Um... I see," he said, grinning.

Apparently, I just shook hands and found out Beatrice was a leading warrior.

I was worried about the woman behind the belt rum.

She was a slightly bony figure for a woman. But she was a lovely cute dwarf woman with strong wavy, rich brown hair, large eyes on her round face and a slightly lower nose. The face had an innocent look on it, and at first glance it looked like as much of a child as Mel or Sharon. But when I look closely, I have a restlessness that my children don't have, and I also feel like an adult woman in her late twenties or so.

When I told Beltram to introduce the woman, he felt slightly flabby and said, "Oh......" and then started talking.

"This is Wilhelmina, where the people of Ars - the king capital of the Kaum kingdom in the south, with many Dwarf craftsmen - have pushed us to our workshop. Meena, this is what this guy always says about Zach."

She smiled, "Nice to meet you. It's Wilhelmina. Call me Meena if you like," he said, bowing his head with a pepper.

When I return the greeting,

"I've heard rumors from my master. Even the real creator of“ Scotch "..."

When I was surprised, Beltram explained the situation to me.

"I would have struck you with a sword when you left the village. The steel was given to me by the Ars. He knew about it. When I told you I'd hit you with a sword, I realized you were Scotch."

After I said that, I apologized small "sorry".

(With that said, you said that when you had your sword struck. If you do know that, it's not weird to notice. But how far does she know about me...)

With my silence, Beltram seems to have realized what I care about. He has shaken his neck small and sideways, telling him “I know nothing more” in the dark.

I feel a little relieved and loosen my hardened expression.

To change the subject, I say to Meena, "With that said, I think he said he was a master."

She nodded loudly, "Yes, Mr. Bertram is my master. My master won't admit it," he said, pointing his mouth a little.

Beltram says he's not a disciple, but I could somehow read the intentions of the Artisans of Ars.

Beltram is past sixty.

They say Dwarves live longer than humans for more than two hundred years, but you can still say that being single at this age is missing a marriage. He must have sent in a woman who looked good because there is no Dwarf woman in this village to be his counterpart.

As I nodded as I thought about it, Bertram suddenly changed the subject to talk about the sword.

When I took it to take my sword, I immediately walked into the workshop.

(Does this have eyes? As a friend, you might want to take your skin off here)

I swear to my heart, I followed him into the workshop.

Beltram, who entered the workshop, had already become the face of an artisan.

I can't even tease him, I'm staring at what he does.

When he pulls out his sword, he narrows his eyes and carefully checks for distortions and blade damage.

"You look fine. Doctus had a decent craftsman..."

When I asked a craftsman named Zergius to take care of it, he looked somewhat convinced. Apparently we know each other, and Dwarf blacksmiths have their own network. Maybe it's a drinking network.

I asked Beltram, who finished checking my sword, about the new distiller.

"Oh, that's what Scott asked for. This is the third year alone."

(You can match what I heard in Periclitle. I guess there's a lot of demand for Scotch. Not only the distiller, but also the reservoir... but the original brewing liquor supply catches up well...)

As a matter of course, we need the original brewed liquor to make distilled liquor.

Initially it was only distilling beer or wine made in the village of Rasmore, but as demand grew it also distilled the liquor it was purchasing from the village near Kilnarek. Saying you're purchasing from near Kilnarek doesn't mean there's a sudden increase in supply.

Originally, liquor was only a preference and was made from a surplus of food, mainly wheat, which is a necessity. Nicholas is doing something like agricultural guidance to neighboring villages as well, but it's hard to imagine the supply extending dramatically in a year without me.

It was also possible to transport from a distance other than Kilnarek, but previous estimates had concluded that transport costs were too large to suit the price.

Thinking about it, I can't think of a reason to build three more distillers.

Meena taught me teasing when I looked strange.

"I carry a lot of alcohol from Ars. Look, when you come to buy scotch, isn't it an empty carriage? So I bring wine and barley when I come..."

(Apparently, the Dwarves of Ars realized that raw materials were essential to increasing Scotch production. It would certainly be more efficient to carry raw materials than to come to the village in an empty carriage. But I also feel like water on a burning stone for one carriage... No way!

"Maybe the number of carriages is increasing?

Beltram nods loudly at my question.

"Don't have about five carriages coming from Ars. Fill that barrel with booze, too."

When I hear more about it, they're going north on Ars Street - the street that connects Ars to Pericritle - while buying booze from Ars. They also buy that without threading the gold.

(So was there a way into the village? You just didn't think you'd make it that far. Again, Dwarf's obsession with liquor is an insult... in time, I might be able to get the raw liquor from Periclitle as well. If that happens, the “Als” street will change its name to “Alcohol" street...)

When I was thinking about that, Beltram hit Pong in the hand.

"With that said, you used to say that distilling with apple liquor can do good liquor. All right! Hey, come on!

At the end of the day, when you say that like you scream, you grab my hand and pull away.

(Where are you going? No, is it settled? That's Scott's distillery......)

I asked Beltram to talk as I walked to be drawn. His story is that he brought in a few barrels of apple liquor, but is hesitant for Scott to distil the apple liquor.

"I asked Nicholas to ask your opinion, and he refused to distill with permission. So explain it to Nicholas."

I smile bitterly, say, "Okay, okay," and forgive Beltram.

"I'll ask Nicholas later... when it comes to booze, it's the same."

Liddy and the others watching in the back were frightened, but Meena felt like something interesting had been seen: "Master sounds like he would really enjoy being with Mr. Zach. I'm so proud of you," he says, laughing.

But I immediately said, "But good luck talking about apple liquor. 'Cause I'm looking forward to it, too,' he said, approaching me in the face.

Dwarves don't seem to have eyes for booze, even in women.