Dream Life

Tria calendar July 14, 2017

I've been busy that morning, looking around.

Because he planned a banquet inviting the Dwarf blacksmiths and was running to prepare for it.

An official announcement was made by the Governor's Office around noon about the attack on Castle Welburn, but not at all, he was running around to prepare for the banquet.

Dan was dispatched to the Blacksmith Guild as a messenger for scheduling. And the banquet was decided to begin the day after tomorrow, July 16th at noon.

The venue was made the Knights' practice area just outside the Wall of the City of Welburn, recommended by Baron Ferdinand Oldham, the belly of the Raswell Border Uncle. There is no quaint atmosphere when it comes to the exercise area, it is just a place with beautiful meadows and wooden rests that are horse farms.

And beside that stable is a small grove, plus a clean stream for horses to drink water. Thanks to this, even during the summer daytime it was cool enough if put in the shade, making it the perfect place for an outdoor banquet.

My brother asks the Knights to negotiate a tent or other loan, and instructs Enos Vassel, his squire, to procure the dish.

Preparations in unfamiliar lands also go smoothly, as a young official named Jonathan Water came in the evening from the Blacksmith Guild as a backup.

Time flew quickly that day, but I was able to set some sights (rarely).

The next day, the 15th of July, as the day before, had been running around in the morning with butterflies.

Instructed his squire and vigilantes to set up goods borrowed from the Knights, and held meetings with the cooks arranged by Enos and Mr. Water.

In my spare time, Liddy and Sharon's three magicians created the ice to use the next day and stored it in the storage magic Inventory. We just secured some ice and checked the readiness and so on on on the ground.

I remember when I was younger, preparing for the factory start-up ceremony.

At that time, after ceremonies such as divinity, we had a standing party, but I remember having a very hard time because it was the first event and preparation in even stranger lands.

But after sending all the visitors safely, you can't even taste the accomplishments inside. However, the refreshing sense of accomplishment was at the end of the venue, which took until late at night, and disappeared that day.

When I was thinking about that, she was smiling unconsciously, and Liddy laughed, "That sounds like a lot of fun".

"But it's surprising. You like this, too."

"Kind of like getting ready for a festival, don't you think?

Liddy snorts at my words.

"I never used to think about it, but it's fun because I'm with you"

After Beatrice, who was listening beside him, sees us with the look of "oh man," he smiles less than full of "this kind of life is certainly interesting too".

As we proceeded to prepare ourselves in a soothing way, time quickly passed.

And banquet day.

The Lockhart family men were doing their last finishing touches on the grand total. Folding tables and chairs borrowed from the Knights are arranged in the small woods, and the setting up of long tables and other dishes is over.

The women, though not gorgeous, are dressed in beautiful shades of costumes and ready to welcome their guests, the Dwarves.

This was the idea of Tanya, mother of the hostess.

I got bored in the morning about this.

That morning, Beatrice was usually dressed in adventurer style - a combination of sturdy leather bottoms and blouses - for breakfast. There comes my mother with a smile on her face with Nico.

"Mr. Beatrice, too, if you're as fashionable as you are today"

Beatrice shook her head "Wearing" small,

"That's what your wife says, but I'm good enough for this outfit"

My mother kept a grinning smile, "Isn't it nice sometimes? Zach would think so," he tells me.

I could have been both, but my mother is surprisingly stubborn. You don't seem to have any ideas, so you won't pull it off easily. That's what I thought. I immediately expressed my will to affirm.

"I think so too."

Beatrice sent me the gaze of a traitor, and shrugged his shoulders.

"You couldn't have dressed for a nightclub today. I wish I had the right clothes, unfortunately."

I tried to make the shield give up my mother for lack of clothes.

Certainly the clothes that fit her nearly 2m upper back would not be. It will probably be a special order, so it will take a few days for it to be ready.

(You just won't be able to. Not now)

Back to my thoughts, my mother grinned, said, "Wait a minute," and returned to her room in a light foothold.

Wondering what he was up to, he brought colorful clothes.

"Just in case, I brought it. It's the kind of clothes you wear at the village festival, but when you're in the inner circle, think it's just fine."

Apparently, I brought something I made in the village on purpose to put it on Beatrice.

Beatrice also has no words for unexpected developments. My mother said, "Come on, let's get dressed, shall we? I said," I didn't even make a height difference of more than thirty centimeters, and I took Beatrice to my room to pull her over.

I said to Liddy and the others, "What do we do? send a gaze," but they were also confused about how to handle this situation. In the meantime, it was about getting ready to leave.

By the time I was ready to leave, I heard knocking on the door. When I opened the door, there was Beatrice, who looked bright red with her skilled mother.

The cause of her blushing, it was the clothes she was wearing. The clothes she was wearing were costumes like those worn by the daughters of the village of Rasmore at the festival. It was a brightly colored skirt and tonal vest made of plenty of red and yellow reminiscent of German ethnic costumes, plus a large open white blouse with a collar.

My mother stretches her chest like she's good at "how perfect".

This is what I thought in my heart.

(At least I don't feel like I have a blouse...

A deep valley peeking through the wide open chest of a bright white blouse emitted tremendous colour.

Beatrice tends to lay low out of embarrassment, so that was unnecessarily emphasized.

My mother didn't mind that, she said, "I'll take care of it later," and went back to her fathers.

If I don't keep up with the situation, Liddy pokes me from behind. When I look back, I whisper, "Say something to him".

"To, I think it suits you. No, you look great..."

Usually, I don't get the word out because I'm not used to saying this.

"You can talk so much when you talk to politicians, but you're useless at times like this..." Liddy whispered to me disgusting.

(I have no words to give back... what can I say...)

Mel and Sharon pull Beatrice into the room while I'm whispering to Liddy.

"It looks really good on you," Mel praised as she circled around Beatrice, and Sharon smiled after looking at Beatrice's big breasts and sighing,

"You should usually wear it. Master Zach will be watching all the time."

Beatrice also seemed a little hardened as to whether she was a little confident in the two words.

Neither were the two people talking to her in their usual adventurer style.

Mel wears a bright blue piece. It's not like what I used to give you in souvenirs, but since then I've preferred to wear blue clothes.

I usually bring down the hair I put together behind me, with a slightly wavy, semi-long redhead hanging lightly on my shoulder.

She's usually an energetic girl with big, tinted eyes, but seeing what she looks like today, I don't think she's an amazing enough swordsman to cross with a very veteran mercenary. Reminds me now that I'm the right girl for my age.

Sharon's was a combination of brightly colored skirts and vests, just like Beatrice's.

There are usually a lot of clothes of great color, so I felt unexpected, but I was drooling with three thick platinum blondes up to my back, which looked great on my costume.

Sky blue eyes and white skin make you feel doll-like loving.

And the other one, Liddy behind me, wears a cute yellow piece and has a straw hat in his hand. It's clothes worn by very ordinary civilians that are neither rare nor beautiful to take away, but I feel somewhere different when Liddy wears them. It's usually a slightly cold feeling beauty of emerald green eyes on skin like white magnet, but I feel fluffy and warm today.

It was my mother's instructions that Liddy and the others wear a little this time. When I asked my mother later for her sincerity, she told me that the Dwarf blacksmiths were overwhelmingly male, so they thought about creating a slightly more glamorous atmosphere.

For this reason, the sisters, Seraphine and Sophia, were also dressed in costumes that would be worn at the same village festival as Sharon. In Serra's case, she usually dresses the same as her twin brother Theophilus, and she doesn't look very girly, but she feels like a healthy girl today.

Mother of the originator, but the atmosphere of a lady in a less sophisticated green piece, like the one worn by women around here, is dust-free. I thought I could wear some more, but I guess this is my mother's concern not to be reclining. He was originally Welburn's city daughter, so maybe he just wanted to remember the old days.

And they were supposed to greet their guests in line at the entrance to the exercise area, under the direction of their mother.

Preparation for the banquet will proceed steadily and will be ready once the liquor arrives.

The main drink this time is ale and beer brought to you by the Dwarves. Of course, I'm getting ready here, too. I put the ice I made yesterday in a stone tank made of earthly attribute magic, and I chilled a ceramic bottle with wine. There are about ten other bottles of glass that are chilled.

I realize that magic is really useful at times like this.

The cook is almost ready. This time, we plan to serve dishes in the so-called "so-called" buffet style, and the furnace for baking meat and fish is also magically made of earthly attributes. We've also finished preparing the dozen cooks we've arranged, and should be able to serve a pretty authentic dish.

This banquet tells us not only to call our parents class, but also our disciples and families. For this reason, a total of four or five hundred young craftsmen, other than Dwarves, should be added together. Alliance officials taught me bitterly that blacksmiths in Welburn City and nearby towns and villages were mostly temporarily closed.

The venue, the Knights' Exercise Hall, was not so far from the east castle gate. Not a major street from the east castle gate, but a well-maintained street stretches and this is well visible from its streets. The people going down the street had a strange eye for the Dwarves, who continued to head to the exercise area.

Nearly two hundred Dwarves had already arrived, even though there were still more than an hour until noon.

As their mothers greet them, they greet them cheerfully and give them one food after another that seems to be plugged into the Rockhart family squire. Some gave pigs and sheep stabbed in thick pile-like skewers, whether to be roasted round.

What was even more rolling was a large barrel placed on the luggage. The barrel is a large one that contains more than two hundred litres and has been brought in more than thirty barrels by noon.

(If the barrel is Hogzhead - a large barrel for ale - it's about two hundred and fifty liters a barrel, so seven thousand and five hundred liters in thirty barrels... 25 liters per person as three hundred adults come... how much is too much... I just have to open it all up, but you open it all up when it's this kind of banquet. I'm sure......)

More than thirty minutes before the start time, the venue was surrounded by a lively voice.

Dagenhardt, Branch Manager of the Blacksmith Guild, came before us for every luggage car barreled. After a light meeting in front of my father, he says to me, "That's a great banquet day," and he sits somewhere in a chair.

The noon bell was heard from the city.

My father stood up to signal it and gave an opening greeting.

My father sets up a jock, speaks out, and proclaims it short.

"Gentlemen! Drink a lot today! Cheers!"

Hundreds of blacksmiths said to that voice, "Cheers!," the Great Banquet began.

This time he is free to use the table because of his disrespect, but near the table of his main guest, the Lockhart family, he is sitting with Dagenhardt and his family.

Along with Dagenhardt are his wife and three disciples. His wife, Hade, is a slightly pompous Dwarf woman who looks like she's in her mid-thirties, and she says one of the three apprentices is their son.

"It's our proud ale. Drink, drink."

Dagenhardt pulls us to the barrel he brings us.

Filling the ceramic jock with ale spreads a strong hop bitterness to the tongue and a unique sweet aroma tickles the nose.

(I feel close to IPA - Indian Pale Ale: Ale with a strong hop effect. No, you're about as strong as a double IPA (eyepiece)...... but warm. Just don't get warm outdoors in the middle of summer even in the shade of a tree...)

I said to Dagenhardt, "Can I chill a little?" and take confirmation.

He said, "You think I'm gonna chill?" and look surprised.

"I think it would be better if I were a little colder? Of course I wouldn't do anything too cold."

Beer and ale think the temperature is life.

Crisp-cold lagers and pilsners - light coloured bottom fermented beer. I mostly like this type of thing put out by major Japanese manufacturers - but I think it would be better to add or subtract the cooling to the extent that the ale is a little cold.

Stout - dark colored beer such as black beer - is better enough to feel warm. Japanese pubs also now have raw stouts from famous manufacturers that certify the best in the world, but there are no trials that could have been drunk at the right temperature like the real one. Even if served at the same temperature as Pilsner, I don't feel the taste or anything.

Of course, I've never had a drink in real life - Dublin, Ireland.

I'll surprise you with my words. I'll chill the jock ale elsewhere with the magic of a pseudo-perche effect. Physically I just chilled about ten degrees and mouth the jock again.

"That's good! That's a secret ale. I like the hop that makes it stronger... about a five-fold normal? No, I should be using twice that. Long-term aging, I guess, is the perfect balance between bitterness and flavor... What is this? Oh, my God, the sweetness of superficial fermentation!... I have a bit of a yeast habit for not filtering, but this scent is good again. This guy has a good personality..."

He seemed to be talking to himself unknowingly, and his father, his brother and Liddy stared at me as well as at him.

I couldn't stand that gaze and could only delude myself, "No, I thought it was good..."

Shortly afterwards, the exuberant laughter of Dägenhardt echoes.

"Gahahahaha! That's the Lockhart guy!

That's what you say. Hit my back with a basin.

"Nevertheless, don't get it so well with that young man. Indeed, twice as many of our ales are hopping..."

Dagenhardt pleasantly explains to me whether he was praised for his prized ale according to his taste.

I left the jock empty, asking a lot of questions, too.

"Hey, can I chill every barrel? Me and Sharon can magically cool it down."

"Cool with magic? If you can, you can do it, but I've never heard of a magician using magic to do that."

Dägenhardt admitted to me by saying so with a shuddering face.

"Don't use magic in this (...) What are you going to do?

When I say that in my true face, there's a burst of laughter around me.

"Really, you're more than a dwarf in booze. No, that's the owner of the Zach collection."

Me and Sharon are gonna chill the barrel. The magic of the pseudoperche effect, because of its magical efficiency, does not use so much magic (MP) if you just chill about two hundred liters of liquid about ten degrees. Sharon only chills while listening to the owner (Dwarf), but in my case, he doesn't progress inside because he tastes one thing and does it while ale rigging with the owner.

I tasted about fifteen barrels, all of which were distinctive. Not only were there amber types like IPAs, but some came close to Belgian monasteries (trapists) with added fruit and spices, from black beers like stouts and porters.

I was obsessed with Yale and didn't realize it, but there was food served around.

(When booze is the main thing, you forget to cook, for a long time. Well, even if cooking is the main thing, I never forget booze......)

The dishes made by the cooks arranged by their squire Enos Vassel and blacksmith guild official Jonathan Water are taken apart one after the other. In addition, meat was roasted on my simple grill, and a crowd was made.

Other potato dishes like roasted chicken and german potatoes, boiled intestine "sausage", etc. are put in a stone kiln-like thermal insulator that is magically made from earthly attributes to keep them cool. Of course, the heat source is the magic of me and Sharon. Heating the inside of a highly insulated stone kiln with the magic of a pseudo-perche effect will sufficiently serve as an insulator. Unfortunately, I haven't made a chimney, so I can't make it into a firewood oven.

Words will be exchanged with many blacksmiths while the barrels are cooled.

It's mostly alcoholic rigging, but I was thrilled to talk about the kunai-shaped throwing knife I'm wearing for protection, and about metal, with no other love.

Liddy is always following me beside me, joining me and telling me what Yale thinks. It was unusual for a highly familiar girlfriend and she seemed to have fun talking to the Dwarves.

(Maybe the only thing that elves and dwarves don't get along with is talking about rings. Well, in Liddy's case, if they don't use color eyes, maybe there's no problem......)

Dwarves gather around my father and brother as well. At first I was reluctant, but I was bickering with insecurity like an old friend because my father wouldn't show me how he cared.

(My father's used to it at the village festival, so I guess it's no problem, but if he's a regular lord, this won't happen. So I guess the Dwarves can talk casually too...)

When the laughter began to rise from my fathers' table, it also seemed to break the tension between the blacksmiths' families and the young craftsmen, who had been reluctant until then. Regardless of the parent class, it seems that ordinary dwarves (...) are not so different from normal humans (...).

Did Mr. Water prepare it, the musicians were playing music and it was an authentic festival.

In about an hour, cheerful voices began to rise from there, and the banquet was showing excitement.

The musicians suddenly stop playing.

When I wonder, all of a sudden, the blacksmiths get up and start setting up jocks.

"Alright! I'm gonna sing the usual guy!

When Dagenhardt shouted that way, the musicians began playing in an upbeat way. And the risen Dwarves sing out in unison.

"Put up a jock! My friend!

Sing a song! My friend!

Before the temporary "when," no stranger,

Drink with me and we won't be friends!

Our prized barley, wine!

Let's drink until we run out of booze!

Come on, my friend, let's put up a jock together!

Come on, my friend, let's step foot together!

Come on, my friend, we're going to drink dry together at once!

One, two, three, cheers!

The Dwarves caught us, and we got up and started singing. They step on their feet, shake their bodies, and stick their jocks to the song.

(It's like a German festival, that's really fun... and it still has a time to drink every bar. I don't know who thought about it, but don't fall for it if you get caught in this and keep drinking...)

It was further boosted by the song, and a loud laugh was echoing in the meadows.