Dream Life

Someone tried to force him into Uncle Borderline's office when the meeting with Uncle Borderline Raswell was about to end. Uncle Borderline and the belly-hearted Baron Oldham seem to know who their opponent is outside the door, giving them a bitter look.

Uncle Borderline nodded Oldham with the face that he had no choice, and he made a meeting and headed to the door.

When Oldham opens the door, the guards are desperately trying to hold back the late thirties and thinkers men dressed in luxury clothes.

Unlike the earlier soft atmosphere, Oldham blames his opponent in a chilly tone.

"Lord Tiesburn, what kind of noise is this? His Excellency the Governor is dealing with visitors."

Viscount Tiesburn just glances at Oldham and ignores him and comes straight into the room. Behind the Viscount follows a pitiful skinny young nobleman in his mid-twenties and a guard-like samurai with white hair.

"Brother, this is the bandit Lockhart captured, but let me pick it up here. For he that hath worked a wolf in my land."

Uncle Borderline said, "Constance! Valve the place! You're going to let Non scratch your shame!," he throws his anger, "but the Viscount has not reached that anger, and has disputed it with a flat face.

"I heard you were a visitor, but aren't you just a knight? If you have time for chivalry, you need to listen to me."

That's what I say. I turn the expression of contempt to my father.

But my father simply lowered his head silently and did not respond in particular.

Tiesburn tongues at his father's reaction. And then he noticed me sitting next to his brother Rodrick, and he sent me a gaze that looked down, "Are you Zacharias?"

He turned to Uncle Borderline, adding a hand gesture that he was exaggerating.

"What can a child like this do? My brother seems tired of being governor for a long time."

Uncle Borderline is frightened through his anger at the words. And you didn't think we'd be talking about it in Tiesburn, or it looks like you decided to deal with the young man behind you.

Borderline uncle reprimands the young man, Gateskel, with a low and heavy voice (wow).

"Sir Gateskell. Sir, Constance must have told you not to do anything stupid. If my brother is going to continue this foolishness, he has an idea."

Tiesburn tries to say back to that word, but Gateskell bows his head respectfully ahead of time. And in a playful tone,

"I bear in mind the words of His Excellency the Governor, the liver. This Desmond Gateskel has all the responsibility. I wonder, however, if it makes sense what the Viscount says. I urge Your Excellency to listen to the Viscount."

Uncle Borderline says, "Then I shall hold Sir accountable," and stares at the gate skeleton. But Gateskell said, "Be full," and said, "My life, the existence to throw out at any time for the Viscount," and he fell on one knee and drooped his head to offer his neck.

(You have a strange play. If this is vegan, I guess I'm just a fool who's drunk on myself...... I'm under a lot different impression than what the Governor said earlier. It was an image of a brilliant young bureaucrat, but now it just looks like a dumb aristocrat bonbong...)

Neither can Uncle Borderline behead just about this extent, but he has a bitter look on his face and is thinking about how to handle it.

And I started talking to Seo.

"Then ask Sir. Sir Zacharias, who is here, is the chief of the Tilia School of Magic, a genius who is alone in a thousand years. He also has the influence of the Blacksmith Guild and the Mage Guild. Still, Sir Constance is right, may I take Sir Zacharias lightly?"

Gateskell, with his knees poked, said, "Your Excellency the Governor."

"I hear Lord Zacharias just turned fifteen the other day. How can I say genius, I fool you that you should not use it heavily without gaining experience. I thought the Viscount might have wanted to say this..."

That tone is polite, but it is hard to say that I am sincerely answering the question.

(Then I'm only answering the first part. I haven't touched on the part where I have influence over the Blacksmith Guild and the Mage Guild at all... Now, I wonder what His Excellency the Governor will do...)

I was looking at the situation like any other person. Honestly, even if it's a big problem with my brother's marriage home, it's not that important to me. If you took me lightly here, I would have thought the other way around.

Borderline uncle does not hide his discouraged expression in Gateskell's answer, groaning, "Sir's manipulation is always one-handed..." and pursuing it even further.

"I'll ask again. He is the only person in the world who can exercise (...) influence over those (...) Dwarves in the Blacksmith Guild. If I may add further, this nonsense sees Sir Zacharias as an important figure in this country, no, entering five fingers in this world. Still, you still support Constance."

Gateskell froze the grin he was pasting, but managed to argue. However, Uncle Borderline blocks it and further pursues it.

"And you said you had a lot of experience. Isn't it self-denial that Sir says it? Seven years ago, Sir had a track record? Even though you graduated from the Academy of Higher Studies in Teito, you had a proven track record of being proud of a Sir who was smoking without anyone finding you?

Gateskell loses his word on a sharp tongue.

"Certainly Sir has a track record. Nor is Noh shy to admit it. But if you can't flatter Constance for his foolish behavior, it's not worth it. A proximity is a man who stands up before his master goes the wrong way, but returns to the right path. Don't forget what Sir said earlier."

I can't argue with Uncle Borderline's words about the gate skeleton, not even the intuitive Tiesburn.

"Constance. It's about an earlier bandit, but you can turn him in..."

To unexpected words, everyone but Oldham gives a surprise look. Uncle Borderline continues his words without worrying about how it goes.

"… but first I will look into it in the person of Nong. I don't know what I did in that realm, but I tried to assassinate Sir Lockhart, a minister of His Majesty the Emperor (...). In other words, a felon who drew a bow to the Empire. We have to find out until the Governor of the North (...) Taruno is convinced. You got it."

Being thrown an authoritative-based argument, Tiesburn couldn't say anything but pucker his mouth. Then he turns his anger-burning eyes to Uncle Borderline and turns his heels back and leaves the office. The remaining gateskell stood up in a hurry and, after a salute to Uncle Borderline, followed Tiesburn.

Borderline uncle exhales and apologizes, "I'm sorry," with a tired look on his heart.

"I am truly sorry for showing such an ugly state of affairs, my brother's disrespect to Sir Masaias and Sir Zacharias. My brother, I feel sorry for him."

My father represents me and tells me, "We don't care".

"Regardless, Constance is concerned that Gateskell is in a hurry... Non expected Gateskell from him. He can't paint big, but he has the talent to accomplish it if he gives him the right goal. At any rate, it's a narrow field of view… I even thought that with 10 more years of experience, I could be Francis' assistant…"

Uncle Borderline squeaks like he's talking to himself.

(Seems I still bought a lot about Gateskell... I guess I feel betrayed that I might be dyeing my hands illegally for that matter... but don't you need to hunt me down that far?

When I think about it, Uncle Borderline notices himself and loosens his expression.

"I'm sorry. There are no plugs to tell the lords. Think of it as foolishness and forget it."

We responded with a thank you and left the office behind.

Baron Oldham will lead the way again, but he also has a tired look on his face. I thought I was rude, but I checked about Maddock as I walked.

"It's something a young man like me can come up with, so I know you've already noticed, but you'll try to end Maddock by a variety of means. I was wondering if you could give us some thoughts on how you're going to do it."

Oldham snorted,

"I've already hit my hand. Only my trusted men can get close to Maddock. We have checked all the clothes, beds, etc., including meals"

"I apologize for what I said to you. I hope it doesn't come out tougher..."

So, Oldham smiles again. But the grin was such a reminder of war.

"The Hall is the opposite idea. Looks like you're thinking of letting Maddock get his hands on the bait. Think of something else. I can't give you the details, but we should have everything ready in the near future."

Exactly as a politician he was a skilled border uncle and his belly.

Seems like you're going to be even bolder about what I said earlier: "The enemy shows himself". I suggested checking with the artisans about the bandit's gear.

"We have secured all the equipment for the bandits. If you make this look like a skilled craftsman, will you be able to squeeze somewhat where you get it? Especially when it came to weapons, it also looked fine in my eyes."

Oldham nods "I see".

"If there doesn't seem to be a problem, we're going to head to the Blacksmith Guild branch tomorrow."

Oldham nodded at my words and gave me permission to laugh slightly at you for remembering anything there.

"If you were a blacksmith, Sir Zacharias might as well go. Later, let's acknowledge the Branch Manager's letter of introduction to Lord Dagenhardt."

"I probably don't need to use it," Oldham added, laughing.

We were escorted straight to the castle room (guest room) and were to be treated as guests. Sometimes this is Rosalind's fiancée's family, but it must be in anticipation of our safety.

Walk through the castle again and join the Guys.

Around 4 p.m., he finally took a breather after organizing his carriage and taking care of his horse.

With the advent of Viscount Tiesburn, the heavy atmosphere covers us and barely opens our mouths.

Worried Guys and Byron and others have asked about the situation, so my father explained it in as unusual an expression as he could.

The squire reveals his anger toward Tiesburn. And I was holding back that this is not necessarily a safe place to be here in Welburn.

I had dinner that night with the Hubert Raswell Borderline Uncle.

Besides the face of the Lockhart family, the servants were also allowed to attend, making it a large meal.

Of course, it is a small number of people for the size of the place because it is a large dining room that combines the halls of the castle, but there were nevertheless twenty on the Rockhart side alone and four on the Raswell side - Borderline Uncle, Rosalind, widow Cordelia of the man, and Francis the grandson.

A formal meal with a big nobleman means that the vigilante youths, not to mention Guy, Enos and even Byron, are stiff and have no fixed sight. My brothers were nervous, too, and as usual, they were in their seats without shaking.

In the meantime, our Zach Sextet faces were surprisingly calm.

Mel and Sharon in particular are wearing dresses and settling like ladies.

Elderly group, or Liddy and Beatrice, but wearing clothes similar to knightly clothes, which is exactly the fun I said beauty in men's clothes. Seems like a male part of a certain opera group, so much so that I thought he might come down singing the stairs.

If you think you're both calm, your cheeks are already slightly reddish and you seem to have had a little drink somewhere. That's why they don't drink to the atmosphere of the place and the two of us are bickering.

Dan doesn't look so different than usual. He was blushing like the Liddy's, too, so I thought he'd been drinking for a moment, but if you look closely, you saw Mel in a dress sitting in the front, and he was just blushing.

(If Mel and Sharon don't normally know each other, it's enough to be a lady (lady). But when did you wear it?... Liddy and Beatrice are usually like men's clothes, but I wonder why they feel strangely colorful... Dan can't help it...)

Sometimes the castle of power was just comparable to that of a king of a country, and the ingredients were also used in abundance of fine things. And the dishes made by the cook with the arms that matched it were satisfactory.

The veal in particular is excellent and the rosé coloured undersaddled meat baked in the oven is accompanied by a berry-based sauce, which goes very well with the light red wines made around Welburn.

Other American sauce-style soups taken from the shell of river shrimp, famous for its nearby Wells River, were a dish that had no odors and would not stop slightly dark-eyed white wines like Chardonnay. At best, the temperature of the white wine was high. I felt soggy, so it was probably about seventeen or eight degrees. I was sneaking in and drinking just my own wine.

Naturally, Liddy and Beatrice, sitting beside each other, were well spotted, but they just couldn't let it cool down in this seat, and the two of us stared at them.

The face of the Lockhart family, who was nervous at first, also broke with the borderline brethren as the meal progressed.

By the time dessert - peach compost-style - comes out, Borderline Uncle is also in a good mood, and his face, which usually sometimes looks sixty because of his deeply carved wrinkles, makes him a worthy smile in his late forties of real age.

"I haven't had fun tonight in a long time. You want to stay in this relationship with the Lockhart family. Don't you think so, Sir Masaias?

My father answered and nodded, "You're right," and we were nodding the same way.

When I went back to my room and asked Mel and Sharon about being strangely calm at the dinner table, Sharon rarely took the initiative to answer.

"If you're with Master Zach, I thought this would happen. I didn't have that much trouble with Mel because she and I were asking a lot of people what to do."

Furthermore, Mel laughs, "Besides, I wasn't particularly nervous because Mr. Borderline was kind."

Apparently, he was studying the deacons at Speaker Worgman's, Cedric Stuart and others the manners of having dinner with senior nobles and high-ranking officials.

(Mr. Stuart thought he owed you for Quentin. And you didn't notice...)

From the shipwreck noise of classmate Quentin Worgman, Sharon said he had an acquaintance with Mr. Stuart and that he and Mel sometimes went to the Worgman family to study.

(I see, because I know Quentin has feelings for Sharon, and so does Mr. Stuart in the sense of supporting him... surprisingly strong (did), Sharon. No, it must be natural...... and yet, what kind of simulation are you doing? These two......)

The following July 11th.

We stayed in the castle of our Ladswell Border uncle in Wellburne and had breakfast in a dining room that was set up in the same room.

Baron Oldham came in after breakfast and stood up to go back to his room. And give my father some ear punch.

My father had a surprise look on his face, and after losing his word for a while, he explained to us, "I hear Voyette's dead," he said.

Early horses came from the city of Lowcliff, and they said Arman Boyette, the deputy, was told of his death. Boyette was invisible from around noon yesterday, and his men seemed to be searching, and yesterday evening, he said, a body was found in the basement of the mansion. Boyette said he was sword-piercing his own neck and committing suicide after being prevented from opening the door from the inside.

(That coward boyette killed herself? Are you sure it was suicide? Didn't you get wiped out by the mastermind...)

I accidentally said, "Is it really suicide?"

Oldham nodded small and answered my solitary in discipline.

"A report from the captain of the defense team confirming the scene said they were holding the door from the inside out and couldn't think of anything but suicide."

Either way, it's quite painful that Boyette, an important witness, is dead. But Oldham is flat with no particular look of impatience.

(Boyette is a more important witness than Maddock. I lost that, and I wonder what we can afford that? Or are you just making it look like you can afford it?

I have no choice but to go back to my room and confirm my plans for today.

My parents and my brother are supposed to be in the castle all day, in ceremonial meetings, etc. My brothers - Theophilus, Seraphine and Sophia - are going to tour the Knights training with the Guys.

And my plans, but today I'm going to go show the craftsmen the weapons I received from the bandits. I'm going to the Wellburn branch of the Blacksmith Guild first, but I went to talk to my father about it.

"May I give a barrel of booze to the blacksmiths?"

This time the liquor prepared was two barrels of Scotch and three barrels of Apple Brandy, Marl - a brandy distilled from the grape squeeze - one barrel of type, all of which was a story of a dedication to the Raswell Border Uncle.

Originally, I didn't expect to give it to the blacksmiths, mainly the Dwarves, and I only had about a dozen of them with scotch in them.

In response to my question, my father says, "You should take whatever you want," and gives it away generously.

"Are you sure?

"What, I thought one or two would break from the village to here. If you think the barrel is broken, there's no problem giving it a barrel or so"

After saying that, he starts whispering, "To tell the truth, he was threatened by Beltram".

"The Dwarves of Welburn are bound to be caught in the smell and flock. So I told him to prepare a barrel or so."

I didn't envisage this sort of thing from the start, but it seemed like I had extra set aside for caution.

I gave up a barrel of Scotch and headed to Welburn City with the Liddies.

Welburn's city is divided into government districts with offices and aristocratic mansions on the east side and commercial districts lined with shops and more on the west side.

The blacksmith guild was near the center of the commercial district where each guild lined up.

Leaving the castle with Dan's manoeuvring carriage, he headed straight west.

The departure was around 10 a.m. and the boulevard was overflowing with people because they had Scotch barrels and storage magic on their carriage.

Crossing the boulevard like scratching a crowd wave, you enter a district where your guild gathers. I realized I was there.

At first there were many who looked like merchants, but gradually more and more small but disappointed in their stature. And they're walking in the same direction we do.

(That's a lot of dwarves. There's a rally or something? No way, you've never been invited by the smell of Scotch... no way...)

With a touch of anxiety, he arrived at the Blacksmith Guild building.

The Guild building was a heavy two-story building of gray stone that followed the style of the Caerm Empire. When I pulled the carriage over to the side and entered the building, there were many dwarves there.

(It's still a rally, too. And there are dozens of them?

I scratched the Dwarves and headed to the reception. There's a male employee there in his mid-twenties or so who says, "How can I help you?" He smiled and spoke to me.

I first named myself "My name is Zacharias Lockhart".

At that moment, the people in the lobby - dozens of dwarves - turned together.