Dream Life

I thought Scott might be abducted and figured out what to do. He then rushed into Beltram's workshop to move it to immediate execution.

"Beltram! We need to talk! We're talking booze!

As soon as I screamed like that at the entrance to the workshop, a belt ram came that changed the color of my eyes.

"He said we were talking about booze! What kind of story?

I told Beltram what Nicholas told me and added my thoughts.

"... in short, Scott is in danger. And this village. Now it's time for the brewery to start on track. If Scott falls out here, the best liquor brewing I aim for will be ten years, no, twenty years behind. Do me a favor there."

Bertram listened to me and looked difficult.

"Please. There's something I can do for a blacksmith."

"No, this is something I can't do without Beltram..."

I started talking about my thoughts.

"I want you to ask the Dwarves of Ars. If Scott were to leave this village independently of his will, he wanted me to declare that he wouldn't buy distilled liquor from somewhere else, even if it started to sell."

Beltram looks suspicious.

"What does that mean? Sure, you won't be able to make booze in this village, but you might be able to make it elsewhere. Are you trying to tell me not to buy that?"

"No, it just prevents Scott from being forced to make booze elsewhere. As long as Scott's in our house, I don't care if we make distilled liquor elsewhere."

"I know that... but it won't matter to the Ars people. I'm sorry, but whoever makes it, it's no different than booze."

I nodded at the words, but immediately objected.

"Surely you will. Even if Scott falls out here, it won't affect him any time soon. Especially since the Ars guys should have little effect until three years after the booze they're letting go to sleep right now. But how's it going? You think Scott could make the same booze anywhere else right away? When that happens, we can have some blank periods of years"

Beltram nods small.

I stiffen my face to stab a stop.

"There's something more important than that"

He said, "What's important?" and stare at me.

"Yeah, you know, how's the liquor today compared to the stuff from the first time you made the distillery? To the extent that I'm checking the scent, I can still tell. Said it was sure to taste better."

He nods, "Oh, sure."

"If we keep going like this, we can have a better liquor without a decade. No, I'll make it. In five more years, I'll be able to drink too. If that happens..."

Beltram hits Pong and his hand.

"Oh, I get it. You're the only one who knows the real taste. Then it's best to make it here...... I'll tell the Ars guys well. The head of liquor production in Rasmore Village is dangerous. To prevent that, if Scott gets caught or if he leaves the village unwanted, tell him publicly that he won't buy any booze."

I say, "Oh, that's fine," and I nod.

"That way, in a few years, you can swallow good liquor. Is that what you want me to say?

"Oh, in at least five or six years, I can only give you a little something for twelve years. I'm not so sure, but it should definitely taste better than what I have now."

"Fine then. Everyone I know has a bad mouth, but he's got a lot of manners. Especially for the sake of liquor here."

I was relieved that I seemed to manage his words.

That's when I first realized it.

That there was Wilhelmina behind Beltram.

She was looking at me with a strange face.

(Shit. About Scott, no, I didn't realize her head was full of liquor... she's definitely suspicious. Naturally, ten years old, if the kid there is getting hot talking about brewing... well, what should we do)

Beltram nodded small, too, wondering what I was thinking.

"You don't have to worry about Meena. Sooner or later, this guy would have noticed. You'll be sweet on your side when you get here."

That's what I say and laugh at, but I don't feel like laughing with you.

Look at my face. Beltram has added even more.

"This is my apprentice for once. Besides, this guy likes big booze. I'm sure I won't tell you your secret lightly. Isn't that right, Meena?

Meena nodded small,

"Yes. Somehow I knew Mr. Zach was not a normal child. Because my face when I spoke to my master was not the face of a child. And if you're talking about tasty alcohol, I want you to mix it up, too. Huhuhuhu."

I scratched my head and laughed and decided to delude myself.

(It does sweeten the sides when it comes to booze. Well, if Beltram says you can trust me, I guess it's ok......)

――――

This is Ars, king capital of the Kingdom of Kaum.

Among the king's capital, there are buildings that stand out.

A two-story building made of stone and brick, with a qualitatively rigid atmosphere as if to show its raison d 'être.

Yes, this is the general headquarters of the Blacksmith Guild with branches all over the world.

On the second floor of its general headquarters there was a large conference room where major meetings, such as general meetings, were held.

There were gathered the Dwarf blacksmiths who were the lords of Ars residence.

Lightly a large conference room that can accommodate a hundred people, but is filled with a protagonist congregated urgently by Ulrich Drexler, chief craftsman.

Most attendees did not know the reason for the emergency convocation, and acquaintances speculated on the reason.

"Is that a demonic raid? I didn't hear about Fort Toa being attacked..."

"No, I heard that the commercial guilders are asking for rights and hanging up again..."

"They say what I hear is a more important story. He said that only a few other people besides the chief craftsman knew it was top secret. I hear there's something smelly going on..."

A dwarf of seniors came into the large conference room dominated by deliberation. It is difficult to tell with a mustache all over your face, but deep wrinkles, thoughtful eyes, and an overwhelming presence make the stiffness in the conference room soothe at once.

He, master craftsman Ulrich Dressler, slowly ascends to a stage taller.

And he gave me a look that seemed serious at some point and looked inside the conference room.

"Listen to me! Last night, I got some tough news."

Ulrich cuts words there, and again, looks indoors.

"As some of you may have heard, it's from Beltram in the village of Rasmore."

Upset runs to the blacksmiths when they see the sad face of the place name Rasmore Village and the master craftsman.

"In return, there is a crisis in Scotch, the food for our lives. After a few years like this, I can't swallow Scotch..."

That's where the anger starts in the conference room.

"What! I can't swallow that liquor!

"What's going on! Ulrich!"

"I'm already swallowing the barley ale and wine too thin... what am I supposed to do!

The blacksmiths, usually tattered and called their parents, screamed hysterically and were on the verge of panic.

"Calm down!"

Ulrich quiets everyone with a copper tongue he worked out in the workshop. The confused protagonists also noticed their unparalleled appearance and quickly regained their composure.

"I don't even know how everyone feels. When Noh read the letter, he almost dropped his swallowing jock. This is the first time in decades that this nonsense is about to drop a bottle of alcohol… it's been such a shock."

The protagonists could not hide their surprise at the courageous Ulrich, who bound the Dwarves, both monogamous and bipolar, confessed to being upset himself. Furthermore, Ulrich, a drunken man who speaks so loudly of "dragons throw up braces, but not only booze," was so serious that he was about to drop a jock that he remembered the battle before he heard the details.

"Here's what we got from Beltram.“ Scott, head of distillation in the village of Rasmore, is in danger. If we lose Scott now, we won't be able to swallow Scotch a few years away... "

Ulrich tells the Dwarves what Zach told Beltram.

"... that is, if Scott leaves the village here in an unwanted way, Scotch's production will drop dramatically. Besides, the quality will drop all at once..."

The Dwarves listened to the story, ranging from discouraged to anger-dewy, but heated up at once to the next spoken word.

"... that's not all. Talking about him, we can have even better booze in a few years. They say it's the best booze we Dwarves ever wanted. There's an imminent crisis..."

The words, "What caused this?", "" Who caused this! "," It's Battle "How Much"!, "etc., a genuine anger remembering anger from the bottom of my heart rocks the conference room, completely different from the voice yelling at me in the workshop.

"Town down!"

Ulrich's drink will calm the scene down again.

"I have hands. But before I do, I'd like to make sure."

Ulrich glances sharply at the conference room.

"Nong et al swallow good liquor. That's not true. I don't care who makes it. I can't deny that either. Whether Scott is abducted or not, but no matter who makes it or where, if he can swallow a decent drink, I'm not complaining. It's not strange that some of these people think so..."

Here I cut the words again.

When he looked over, there were many people in the venue who nodded.

"Beltram has written:“ Scott alone can never do a better booze than he is now outside of the village of Rasmore. There's a secret here to making booze work. ""

So I said, "What's a secret?" The voice goes up.

"I can't tell you, it's a secret! Besides, Bertram can't be wrong about booze. If he says he can only do it here, he's right."

Everyone nods at the words.

"That's what Nong and the others should do. From Beltram, he said," The guild, no, every Dwarf who loves liquor, should summon their efforts to protect the distillery in the village of Rasmore. "Anyone have a problem with this?

That's what Ulrich says and stares at the venue.

The Dwarves nodded to everyone and expressed their willingness to consent.

Subsequently, serious discussions were held in the large conference room on a project on the protection of the Rathmore Village Distillery.

The Blacksmith Guild officials outside the venue could not hide their anxiety in a series of angers at the beginning of the conference, and then in a major conference that spanned several hours. Because it's unusual for the Dwarves to hold long meetings without even drinking. Officials had secretly exchanged private words with their colleagues about how imminent the crisis was due to the ominous circumstances.

And an incredibly long meeting ended for the Dwarves.

Craftsman Chief Ulrich Dressler was unusual for him and had a slightly tired look. He assembled the guild staff and ordered them to send out a blacksmith guild statement for the whole world.

―――

I didn't really think about the consequences of what I asked Beltram to do.

Later, in the city of Periclitle on his way back to Doctus, he heard a statement by the Blacksmith Guild.

The contents were as follows:

“All Dwarves belonging to the Blacksmith Guild are hereby declared. If Rasmore Village liquor technology is broken with unauthorized means, no subsequent purchase of distilled liquor will be made with or without evidence of involvement. If it is discovered that a person has committed further wrongful means, the Dwarves belonging to the Blacksmith Guild will not engage in any transaction with the organization of the country, city, craftsman's union, etc. to which the person belongs. This is not just a warning. Whatever the organization, my guild will surely execute... we will not make any compromises regarding liquor... Ulrich Drexler, Blacksmith Guild Director”

I was flabbergasted to read the statement. That's when I accidentally removed the sword in my hand.

I didn't think it was going to be so important.

(I watched Dwarf's obsession with alcohol sweetly. I didn't know a statement would be made under the name of the chief craftsman......)

When it comes to blacksmith guild masons, they have comparable powers to kings of one country. The manufacture of weapons, the backbone of national defence, the manufacture of necessities… moreover, mercenaries and adventurers who place their lives in arms will leave the country and end up in dangerous land where demons travel. If the Blacksmith Guild lets the good Dwarf blacksmiths pull off, there is no doubt that the national power of that country will be diminished without waiting a few years.

Later, we heard that the royal family of the Kaum kingdom took to pull Scott out in order to soften, or control, the Dwarves in the country. It means that Dwarf thought to make it a trump card for the hard-to-handle Dwarf blacksmiths by holding the distilled liquor in one hand that he loved and wouldn't stop.

(Although it's certainly a valid hand... it's just liquor. That's mostly strategic supplies...... Was my hit hand good or bad? I hope it doesn't matter any more... but who the hell is Beltram? He said he was familiar with the old days, but I can't believe he has enough handouts to move his guild...)

After the blacksmith guild's statement, there was little talk of excessive pull-outs against Scott. If I did something bad and couldn't do business with the blacksmith guild, it seemed to hang tighter up there when it would be a major problem involving the backbone of the country and organization.

Instead, he said the offer to give away distillation technology to the Lockhart family became more intense, wondering if it was a legitimate means.