Dream Life

After discussing the aftermath of last night's rebellion with Uncle Raswell, I remembered that another important case remained.

"My lord, I have a favor to ask."

He was a borderline uncle who had sunk until earlier, but he gave me his usual bright smile and asked me if it blew out in conversation with me, "I wonder what it is".

"It's about the reward for this merit, the Dwarf blacksmiths. They took no account of their own perils and destroyed the castle gate. In contrast, I would like to be rewarded by Your Excellency."

That's all I'm saying, Uncle Borderline understands what I'm looking for.

"Give me distilled liquor, a gift from the Lockhart family. Come on, that would make the liquor happier."

"Thank you," he says, bowing his head.

And I resigned from Uncle Neighborhood's office, saying that the debate ahead was not my area of entry.

After leaving Uncle Borderline's room, he left Liddy and Sharon, who had yet to recover from their magic loss, to visit the Blacksmith Guildwelburn branch with Beatrice and Mel, as well as Dan.

I got up on the last one, but it just never overflowed with the Dwarves, and the lobby was idle. Perhaps this is normal operation (normal condition).

At the reception counter, there is a male employee - Jonathan Water - who led me to the branch manager's office last time, and I'll tell him what to do.

"I would like to thank the blacksmiths for their help yesterday, is the head of the Dägenhardt branch present?"

The male employee immediately begins guiding him to the branch manager's office after giving a compliment to Kyou Uya.

I stare at the back of a male employee, wondering if I should check with the branch manager.

(Nevertheless, I think it's common sense to put a word in touch with the Branch Manager before guiding him... maybe he's a "Lockhart Privilege” in the Blacksmith Guild...)

With that in mind, I go into the branch manager's office.

Dagenhardt stood up and greeted us,

"Looks like you were really safe. And what does it look like today? Don't you still have the end of it?

I bow my head wide and begin to state my words as a messenger to my father, Masaias.

"I can't thank you enough for the help of this blacksmith. I suppose my father, Masaias, should thank you in person, but this time I, as a messenger, would like to address you to Lord Dägenhardt..."

That's all I said, say "tough, tough" and block my words.

"We didn't do it to be thankful. I just took one skin off to help my drinking buddies. You do what you always do."

Don't bluff, but your eyes are laughing.

"Copy that. Let me be frank," he says, grinning. By the way, they told me to speak with a tame mouth at the previous “banquet," and I haven't used any respectful language since.

"The Governor wants to thank the blacksmiths for this. So they say they want to donate the distilled liquor the Rockhart family gave to the Alliance."

Dagenhardt's eyes gleam in a place called distilled liquor, but he hasn't eaten it like he did last time.

Conversely, the friendly atmosphere earlier disappeared, with a slightly harsher look.

"We helped Uncle Borderline. So when you give us booze... you don't like it."

I didn't understand what I didn't like.

"What don't you like about it? Help the lord and get rewarded. I think it's too obvious."

After Dagenhardt says, "I don't like it there," he starts talking to Dan.

"Why did you leave the castle and call for help? The enemy has finally broken through the garden."

Dan, suddenly told the story, gives a puzzling look. Dägenhardt goes ahead with the conversation, regardless.

"You risked your life because you wanted a reward? It won't be. I thought Zach was a pain in the ass, so you knew the danger and called for help, right?

Dan answers to scream in a slightly rubbed voice if the way he says it is unwillingness.

"Of course! I'm not even thinking about the reward!

Dagenhardt nods small.

"We're the same. I thought I was helping the Lockhart people. I didn't do it because I wanted booze...... we Dwarves do like booze. I'm even proud of that.... but we can't give in either. It's not our way of asking for something in return to help our people."

Apparently, I don't like the fact that they reward me.

(I think if you can get it, you should get it, but I guess that's not even the case. The point is, you think I've been hurt in my adhesion... I didn't seem to say it the way I said it...)

I realize it seems to be caused by the fact that I talked about rewards in a tough way. Sure, it's a dwarf, so there are places where I simply thought I'd be happy if I did booze to reward you.

(You screwed up. Now, what to do......)

"In the meantime, I want you to decide there wasn't this story," he bows his head.

Dagenhardt nodded small and began to talk quietly.

"It's a different story, but you know why we're so locked up in Lockhart?

I'm not sure what the question means, and I lean my neck, "Isn't it because I built a strong booze like never before?"

Dagenhardt continues the conversation with a serious look.

"Lockhart gave the craftsman's name (...) to booze. How shocking this was for us craftsmen... you know what I mean?

I shake my head honestly.

"Nobody thinks it's weird to name the new booze“ Lockhart ”. No, I would normally. And yet, Lockhart named an unnamed artisan..."

What Dagenhardt wanted to say was that the Lockhart family gave the craftsman's name, or Scott's, to booze. That was shocking to the Dwarf blacksmiths with artisanal temperament. Of course, swords and the like sometimes bear the names of celebrities. But it's a unique term for "whoever's sword."

This time, however, the craftsman's name was given to what could become a common noun, the same name as "liquor”, that is, beer, wine, etc. What's more, he named the most important source of income for his lords, the famous products of the land, and the unnamed artisans. This demonstrates a strong trust in the craftsman.

"... Lockhart legitimately appreciated the work the craftsman put his soul into. No, that's more than that. We suspected at first that there was no such lord..."

I know the truth. I just had to be silent.

"... Another important thing was that Lockhart did not respond to any engagement from any great guy. I'm sorry to say this, but Lockhart is a country, and that's a civilian knight too. The country lord of its rise did not shake his head vertically even before the throne and territory. Some said they were hoisting conditions. But whatever conditions were offered, I didn't give in hard work."

I smile bitterly at the word "country lord," and say, "My father and grandfather both say that country life is sexually appropriate."

Dagenhardt ignores my light mouth and continues to talk with an even more serious look.

"The hardest thing I could believe was that you're not going to monopolize distilled liquor. This is all the technology. Normally, I'll keep it a secret. Even we at Dwarves will only teach our disciples if we knit new moves. But Lockhart was different. You're telling me I'll teach anyone unconditionally."

"It's not unconditional. I'm not going to teach an unwilling guy."

"Oh, yeah. But I guess I'll teach anyone who's willing. I couldn't believe the reason more......"

So he stares me in the eye, and he sues me forcefully.

"Because the quality of the liquor drops. That's just why!

You thought you were a little excited, you look a little evil. But I started talking right away.

"Many people still think that's not supposed to happen. But we Dwarves are different. Lockhart (...) realized he loved booze more than we (...)... We thought we at Dwarf lost about booze. Lockhart."

Sure, from the outside, it might look that way. But it just seemed overrated to me.

"I appreciate you saying that, but that's overrated. I certainly don't want to lose the quality of the liquor. But if the crude liquor spreads, they think our liquor is the same and we can't sell it. That's all."

And he adds, "Well, I don't deny I like alcohol," with a laugh.

"I don't care what you think. The point is, we Dwarves are in love with Lockhart."

I finally understand why the Dwarves are holding Scotch and the Lockhart family. of their craftsmen, and touched the harp line of their drinking souls.

Dwarves don't have a country. I live in a relatively large part of the Kaum kingdom, but that is only because it is a mountainous country and has abundant metallic resources.

Of course, the Kingdom of Kaum also favours the Dwarves, so I guess it's comfortable. But the Dwarves have not sworn allegiance to Kaum's royal family.

If Kaum buys the Dwarves' wrath, they'll be out of Kaum soon enough. It matters to them because it is an easy-to-do environment for their work and they do not care at all about the framework of the state, etc.

I guess the Dwarves aren't interested in the country simply because it's troublesome. Even the position of head of a blacksmith's guild comparable to that of a head of state should not be at all appealing to them just because it is troublesome. Dagenhardt, who is here now, hates the job of Branch Manager.

Conversely, the Dwarves are very free. I can live anywhere with one arm, not tied to an organization called the country.

I remember those feelings that resembled admiration for them.

(That's an ideal way to live for me. Confidence and temper that you can live anywhere. As long as it's there, I'm free to live. I can't do it right now, but one of these days...)

Then came the story when we destroyed the castle gate.

"But you broke that big hinge a lot"

Answer my question, "Because I know exactly what that structure is." It's nothing.

"There is a gap between filling the hinge" hinge "and the beast fat" grease ". There's a slight gap, but there's a rattle. The axis" pin "moves only for the amount of slapping. That way, the hinged plate" plate "and the axis" pin "collide with the gatun. The rest is easy. Just slap the plate and pin when it hits..."

I was more surprised than surprised to hear the description of Dagenhardt.

The way they destroyed the castle gate was to continue to impact the axis directly using the slight gap between the plate side of the hinge and the axis side.

Measure the timing of the door shaking to impinge on the moment the plate and axis come into contact. It was a constant rhythm, he said, because it was in line with the cycle of door shaking.

When asked how he gauged when the plate and axis came into contact, he said, "Ears. I can tell by the sound," he replied softly.

I understand the logic. If the impact is applied when the axis "pin" is pressed against the plate "plate", all its impact forces are added to the hinge "hinge".

But if you take the timing off at all, you won't be able to break the hinge just by impacting the plate portion of the gate.

In this case, there is as much difference between heaven and earth as it actually does when reason is known.

(Did all twenty of them hear each other by ear... it's more of a divine skill than craftsmanship when you get here. You mean it's no surprise that Beltram was able to make Japanese sword modoki just because of my explanation...)

I was remembering having Dwarf blacksmith Beltram hit a Japanese sword Modki bastard sword in the village of Rasmore. My explanation at that time was good. Come on, but I convinced him that thanks to his arms, he had an excellent sword because of this kind of soil.