Dream Life

July 11th, after 10am.

We were coming to the Blacksmith Guild, Welburn Branch to ask for an appraisal of the weapons we recovered from Maddock and other bandits.

As soon as I entered the blacksmith's guild and gave my name, the male staff at the reception suddenly rushed out to the back. That was such a quick move that I didn't have time to issue Baron Oldham's references.

I say, "Um..." but he runs and says, "Wait a minute. I'll be right back, so definitely wait," he replied with a crying face, disappearing straight into the back of the building.

I looked at it blindly, but from around me, I heard voices like "Lockhart," or "I heard Zacharias," and looked around unexpectedly.

There are magnificent dwarves around who look at me with interest. Not that I'm uncomfortable, but somehow the subtle air seemed to dominate the lobby upstairs.

Then a couple of minutes later, a male employee who ran out earlier came back breathless.

"This way, please. Ha-ha-ha... and the branch manager is waiting for you... ha-ha"

When I said, "I have a package outside," I said, "Shh, I'll arrange it right away. And, for now, please go to the branch manager's office," he lowers his head deeply with a crying face.

I had no choice but to follow the staff walking with large strands like a run to the back of the building.

The branch manager's office is located at the far back of the second floor, quite a distance away.

(Did you run this distance through that time? Still, I don't have a very good feeling...)

Upon arrival in front of the branch manager's office, the official said without even knocking, "We have brought Master Zacharias Lockhart!," he shouted, opening the door vigorously.

And when he pushed me into the room, saying, "Go ahead," he walked away like he was running away.

I'm puzzled by the response, but relative to the magnificent dwarf inside.

"Would you have liked to be the head of the Dägenhardt branch? My name is Zacharias Lockhart, second son of Masaias Lockhart, Knight of the Caerm. This time..."

"Ho, you're really Zacharias Lockhart," whines the head of the Dägenhardt branch as I name it. And when he realized he blocked my words, he bowed his head, "No, this is rude," and looked slightly worse.

"It's Dagenhardt. He said he'd do us a favor, but if there's anything we can do, we'll spare him the cooperation. Say anything."

That's what Dagenhardt said, recommending me a chair as he offered me his right hand and shook it.

I tried to tell you about Liddy and the others before I calmed down.

"Before that, my people are at the carriage. I also have luggage......"

He blocked my words again, and now he says, "To, it's luggage!" He shouted out loud.

I kept talking to him, surprised by his behavior.

"The weapons you want to see and..."

The moment he said that, Dägenhardt showed disappointment, like the end of the world, and dropped his shoulders disappointingly.

But with the following words, "... not a big deal later, but a barrel of Scotch..." he said, "It's Scotch!" He was shouting almost as if his ears were hurting, which should also be called anger.

Out of nowhere in that voice, he said, "Did I hear you say Scotch?," "What do you mean?" Slightly younger than Dagenhardt, "he said," but the veteran blacksmith-like dwarves surrounded me. That appearance just seemed to have sprung up, and my sign perception was completely useless.

(When did he show up! I had no idea...... and yet, how many are there? It doesn't seem like there are ten of us... but I didn't know we could detect this many people...)

I watched the Dwarves in awe of their appearance. They are all, including Dagenhardt, excited and unable to talk.

Neither of them speak up, only time passes.

That's where the Savior appeared. An earlier official said, "Luggage has been brought into the assembly room. You're with us," he reported.

With that word, did Dagenhardt regain his composure or nodded with a harsh (nasty) face, he said, "Okay, we're going to the assembly room," and walked out. The Dwarves who were in the room follow him too, but suddenly I hardened on the spot and couldn't move.

One Dwarf said, "You're not going down there?" He finally returned it to me because he had called out.

(I heard the story, but I can't read the behavior of a species called Dwarf at all... and yet, I guess I'm not always in the guild, how come I'm so here today? Are you sure you can smell the booze...)

I follow the head of the Dägenhardt branch with doubts.

The assembly room on the ground floor was behind the lobby and inside was large enough to be slightly larger than the school classroom. But now I feel very narrow. Because dozens of dwarves were hissing.

Their gaze was nailed in one place.

On the Scotch liquor barrel put on the trolley, while their gaze was fixed, they said, "Is that the rumored Scotch? He whispers," The staff were preparing a jock, but can they give me a drink? "

Next to the barrel are the inhospitable Liddy's, and when they spot me, they give me a horrible look. They seem puzzled by this situation, too.

Dagenhardt pulled those dwarves' gaze out of the barrel.

"It's Lord Zacharias Lockhart! They're asking us for help this time!

That word says, "Help? Say anything!" and my voice goes up.

I was slightly frightened, "It's Zacharias Lockhart. I'm a young man, so call me Zach," he says, bowing his head.

And I tried to get to the point, but the Dwarves are softly restless and fixed on a point where they have a gaze.

(Do you feel like nailing Scotch? Now we're not gonna talk about this. Luckily, someone seems to be making arrangements for me to drink, so I'll shake the scotch first......)

"I brought you a scotch from my village of Rasmore instead of handicrafts. It's not the Zach collection, but if you like, enjoy it."

At that moment, he told the assembly room, "" Wow! The roaring voice of joy echoes. Later I heard that the merchants who were outside had rushed to report the anomaly to the knights on patrol. Fortunately, it did not seem to develop into a particular problem, as it obtained nothing from the staff explanations.

Take the ceramic jock in your hand and twist the cock attached to the liquor barrel.

The amber liquid makes the sound of a tot and fills the ceramics.

Nobody talks a word while I put the scotch in.

I silently poured alcohol in the quiet of not making a single sound, except the sound of Scotch pouring.

(I'm terribly nervous... and yet, gaze makes me feel pressure. I feel physically aware that the Dwarves' gaze is gathering at my disposal...)

When enough jocks are filled for the number of people, the voice of Dägenhardt echoes.

"Line them all up!

Then the Dwarves began to make rows, without confusion, as to whether it was determined by sequence or something. We hand it over one at a time, but just to say thank you, we quietly scatter it all over the assembly room.

A jock crossed to all of them, and Dagenhardt called out to me.

"You can call me Zach."

When I snort,

"Bye, Zach. You take the head of the toast."

While I was confused, I quickly admitted that I couldn't keep the Dwarves waiting for me to drink the jock in my hand.

"Then be careful Scotch is strong in alcohol. Because you can drink it all at once. So, to meet you all, cheers!

The Dwarves said, "Cheers!" He raises his voice and simultaneously puts his mouth on the jock.

At that moment, only the throat-beating sound of very much was echoing in the assembly room. You didn't seem to quite get my word to tell you not to drink all at once. But without anyone else, I'm going to ring my throat.

A few seconds later, he simultaneously said, "This guy is amazing!" Replace the voice.

The Dwarves went from an attitude that could be described as solemn until then to an attitude of friendship at once, "I dreamed of swallowing this guy," "he brought it well!" or so he slaps me on the back often. If I hadn't worn leather armor, my back would have turned bright red.

(And I didn't expect you to be satisfied so far. With that said, you've never seen a lot of people drink Scotch outside the village...... Nicholas - Nicholas Garland. Home Affairs squire - I heard that alcohol really feels like food for life to Dwarf... and yet, he drinks really well...)

Where the Dwarves settled down, they cut to the point.

"I came today for a favor. of the bandits who attacked us the other day..."

At that moment, he said, "You attacked Lockhart! Where? Which one?" The anger springs up. When Dagenhardt said, "Be quiet! Zach, keep going," until the Dwarves were pounding out words of anger.

I'm going to keep talking. [M]

"The bandits repelled, and there was no damage here at all. That's fine, but something strange happened to this raid..."

We will talk about this raid, about the bandits being trained, about the high quality weapons being given.

"So please, if there's anything you know about the weapons here, I'd like you to tell me. I don't mind any trivial things."

When I bow my head, Dagenhardt says, "I'll show you," and I take a long sword. Of course, I haven't let go of the jock, but I still look at it with a serious look.

"This is Holger, isn't it yours?

A magnificent dwarf called Holger advances in and when he receives his sword, he nods, "That's certainly a few hits made by our young guy," he says.

Then some blacksmiths raise their voices that it was made in their workshop.

Summarizing their opinions, Dagenhardt found that weapons of the same kind were bought from the same workshop.

"The one-handed sword is Holger, the two-handed sword is Knut, and the spear is at Richard's... the axe doesn't look familiar. So, what am I supposed to do?

"Is it something that you know when it was made or sold?

"It's hard to tell when you sold it, but you'll probably know when you made it"

I asked him to see when it was made and then to list who he sold it to. That sounds like a professional craftsman, and I get the opinion that drinking Scotch but passing on customer information is against benevolence as an artisan.

"... of course, it's customer information, so I don't look at that list. I would like Mr Deigenhardt to take a look and see if he has the same person. What then?"

Dagenhardt nodded at it and said, "Find the one who attacked Lockhart. Let me divide this guy up as a blacksmith's guild. You're not complaining!," the Dwarves endorse with a ringing of their feet.

Afterwards, the parents, who found out it belonged to their workshop, had captured the Alliance staff and had ordered the workshop clerks to pass on the instructions.

When you ask me how long I'll know,

"You'll see by the end of the day. Whatever, the liquor is hanging. The clerks should be willing to die."

(The staff here is tough, but so are the clerks...)

I bow my head to the clerks.

Then, for some reason, they even prepared beer, wine and knobs, all at once entering the banquet.

At first, the liddies who were eating face to face, but when it's time to enter the banquet, you give up, or reopen, and start drinking fun with me.

Beatrice, a liquor lover in particular, tells Dagenhardt, who sits next to him, "Dwarves like a lot of good guys," and vacates more jocks, both Dagenhardt and "Tiger Ne is a good drinker," he says.

Liddy sits next to me and says, "Hey, let me get that one out and have a drink," who calls me.

I said, "You can't do it in front of this public. If you're alone tonight......" Liddy replied, "You have no choice. Fine, I'll make sure you do it tonight." For this reason, I have firmly demanded that the white wine in my hand be cooled.

Mel and Sharon have a mouthful of wine, but their eyes are round to the momentum of the Dwarves around them. He has some tolerance for banquets in the village and launches with other adventurers in Doctus, but he just doesn't seem used enough to drinking the strongest, surrounded by Dwarf blacksmiths.

Dan lined up to go in between the Mels and Dwarves and kept being drunk by himself.

(Whatever Beatrice did, I wonder if he did anything wrong to Liddy and Mel and Sharon. Dan... come on... I'll pick up the bones later...)

I was secretly purifying alcohol with the magic of detoxification while drinking wine and beer. I took the opportunity to drink when I was fifteen years old, but I am still growing up, and I am trying not to be abusive.

Of course, there are times like this when research is not neglected, and the magic of detoxification of water attribute magic is improved slightly, so that alcohol can also be broken down. This leaves little booze.

(I don't get hungover, and I hope it doesn't affect my body, but I think this is something wrong. After all, alcohol is only alcohol if you are drunk. I want to drink something fast and unrestricted... Dan needs the magic of detoxification as soon as he leaves here...)

I asked Dwarf's blacksmiths why they were gathering along the way.

"I heard the Lockhart family carriage went into the city. I thought maybe you brought me a scotch... well, that's like instinct!

When I was sumptuously told that, I couldn't say anything.

Then there was talk of trading distilled liquor from Deigenhardt.

"Would you sell Scotch to Welburn, too? If you saw these guys, you'd know how long they've been waiting, right? Please, Zach."

I can bow my head to worship, but so far I can't afford to extend my sales channels.

"No, I sell it to Ars, so it's the best I can do. I can't increase production in a few more years... and in a few moments, I'll be a little bit until then because the craftsmen will grow up..."

In my words, Dägenhardt groans, "A few more years..." and gives a look of despair like the end of the world has come.

"Can we do something about that? Please."

(If you twist it out of the increase in production, you can handle about a barrel a month. But considering the transport so far, it's too costly to transport just one barrel a month. Once every three months, I might be able to figure it out for about three barrels... Either way, I can't decide here without talking to Nicholas and Scott...)

I told him about it, and he managed to convince Wellburn that I would give him as much support as I could when I built the distillery.

After about three hours, the banquet opened.

Hanging the magic of detoxification on the fluttering Dan, he picked up the carriage and headed back to the castle as he dragged Beatrice, who still had to drink enough.

That night, Dägenhardt brought me information that I had not expected at all.

■ ■ ■ ■

After Mr. Lockhart and the others returned, I, the Branch Manager himself, put on words of praise for my labor in response to Jonathan Water.

"You did good, Johnny. The parents were all satisfied. I can't handle it that fast."

"Oh, thank you"

I was surprised that the Branch Manager nicknamed me, but I was feeling wrapped up in his words of praise again in a sense of accomplishment.

Never in my life have I done such a difficult job. Sometimes I was lucky, but I was asexually glad that you valued my work highly.

I was blurry and thinking about that, but the story of the branch manager was still going on.

I'm going to give you a special job.

I didn't think, "Is that a special job?" He was listening back.

"Oh, Zach, no, I discussed this with Lord Zacharias Lockhart earlier, but in the future, a distillery will be created here in Welburn..."

And I was stunned by the next word.

"... I've decided to leave that management to you. Spend as much money as you like. But make something that will satisfy us."

That's what the Branch Manager says and slaps my ass in the van with a blacksmith-specific, forged arm. But I never felt pain. Because I was getting more shocks from the Branch Manager's words.

Branch Manager had a full grin,

"You know us well. You can do it."

That's what I said, I went back to my room.

I've been relieved for a while.

Satisfy the Dwarves with alcohol. How difficult that is. I know that. I was feeling it getting dark in front of me.

■ ■ ■ ■

Later, Welburn's distilled liquor became known as the lowland (Roland) object, comparable to the highland (Highland) object near the Aquila Mountains - the village of Rasmore, famous for Ars, the king's capital of the Kaum kingdom. That's according to former blacksmith guild employee, Jonathan Water, feat.

In recognition of his achievements, the Blacksmith Guild Wellburn Branch gave one of Wellburn's distilled liquors the name "Johnny Water". That label depicts a gentleman running with a large strand, representing what it was like when he ran around the blacksmith's guild.