Dream Life

The banquet with the Dwarves also added dance to the music, showing so much excitement that it could almost be called a festival.

I enjoyed the atmosphere, but from time to time, I was moving my gaze towards the street.

(It should be about time...)

About an hour and a half after the start of the banquet, one wagon and about ten soldiers came from the street side to the venue. There are other people besides me who noticed, "Who's here?" The voice goes up.

When Dagenhardt said, "Well, who is it? ♪ 'Cause I've heard ♪

"Perhaps His Excellency Mr. Raswell Borderline. I told you there was a delicious ale, so I thought you were here for a drink."

When I say that so that I can fall in love with Tupo, Dagenhardt says, "You've been after this from the beginning," and stares at me. but immediately loosened his expression,

"Fair enough. It's a banquet hosted by Lockhart today. I don't care who you call, it's not what we call it anyway."

Borderline uncle was riding a boneless carriage used in the Knights, not a luxurious carriage. In addition to him, his brother's fiancée, Rosalind, and his great-grandson, Francis, his mother, Cordelia, are in the carriage.

Dwarves who were deliberately at first wondering who came, but suddenly don't utter a word and start staring at just one point.

The object at the end of their gaze is a slightly smaller but very ordinary barrel. However, the raised lion's crest is clearly depicted on the side of the barrel.

Borderline uncle walked slowly to his father as he stepped out of the carriage.

He was in a very normal horseback riding outfit like going on a long ride, and he was so rough dressed that he didn't even think of himself as a fingerfolding aristocrat in the empire.

"Sir Masaias. May I join you?"

My father breaks up, says, "You're welcome to jump in, my lord," and invites him to his own table.

After saying "thank you," Borderline Uncle noticed the blacksmiths staring at a point,

"We're in!

That's right, raise your voice, but the Dwarves have a faint reaction. I had little response than a thin one. Uncle Borderline laughs bitterly and raises his voice again.

"I brought in the liquor this time, and I heard we'd all taste it! I want you to taste all the booze from Non!

At that moment, the Dwarves stood up together. And then he poked his arms up to heaven and said, "" Ooh!! "" Raise the roar like an anger.

I understand what Uncle Borderline brought, and it seems that he expressed joy in a roaring manner. It's just that young Francis is frightened by that anger and clings to Cordelia, my mother.

When my sister Sophia at the end of seeing it smiled and spoke, "I'm not afraid, Lady Francis," Francis also felt a little relieved, slowly putting his face out from behind his mother.

Though Rosalind, who was next to Uncle Borderline, is also surprised by the anger, he immediately smiles and greets his fathers.

The girlfriend, but not the knightly clothes she usually wears, nor was she in a gorgeous dress.

She was an aristocratic maid standing in a pure white blouse with a big twisted hat and a skirt with a slightly swollen feel and lace embellishments. Brother Rodrick was escorting her to the chair, blushing slightly.

(That was a surprise for a nickname called Princess Ohiko. I thought I was going to put a sword on my knight's clothes like I always do... do you mean you understand what this banquet means?

Though the Dwarves expressed their joy, they seem unsure whether it is a good one for the barrel. I just never left the five barrels where their gaze was on the carriage.

During that subtlety, both my father and Uncle Borderline are laughing bitterly. My troubled father has whispered, "Zach, you're the partition".

I nod small and stand in front of the carriage.

"In addition to the" scotch ”made from the wheat you drank the other day, your Excellency's plug is an apple liquor distiller and a grape liquor distiller. Slightly sweet is apple liquor. The grape ones are for you to enjoy the fragrance. In the meantime, have a lot of fun!

My words caught fire and instantly the blacksmiths queued up in front of the carriage. As before, my father and Borderline uncle, who I saw for the first time, had their eyes rounded as they lined up without any confusion at all.

Since three types of distilled liquor were served this time, about five hundred glasses of glass were prepared.

The Dwarves basically drink both ale and wine in one jock - many using wooden ones.

But then they don't enjoy the subtle colors and flavors of the three types of distillery liquors. That's why we have glass glasses. It just didn't go as far as one type of alcohol, but if you wash it away with water, it shouldn't affect the taste or aroma.

"Drink in this glass this time!

I hear surprises and confusion from the Dwarves in my words.

Glass products in this world are expensive. Regardless of the big cities like Wellburn City, where Borderline Uncle lives, glass products are rarely used in cities below medium size. Not even in small towns and villages.

They seem surprised and bewildered by the use of glasses, expensive glass products, at civilian banquets like ours.

"All three taste and smell different! This glass reveals a delicate difference. And I want you to enjoy it with your eyes. Of course, you can jock from the second cup, but be sure to do this for the first!

The Dwarves also figured out why to use the glass and seemed convinced. But I'm not responding well.

Dagenhardt's representing Dwarf, and he's been checking with me. He has a rare and uneasy look for a luxurious him.

"I know what it means to use it, but I'm worried I'll break it."

I kept smiling so I could see it wasn't as big a deal as I could,

"Oh, all this glass was made by me in practice. So you don't mind if I crack it, and the raw materials aren't expensive."

Everyone but Liddy and the others round their eyes to that word.

While I was explaining, my squire Enos was carrying a basin "tray" in a glass in front of a carriage. Then, among other things, the distilled liquor is transferred to a ceramic vessel like a decanter prepared for use.

The one prepared this time is close to the glass with leg "stem" used for tasting wine. The shapes are inconsistent, but the transparency far exceeds that of glass products in this world.

The shapes are inconsistent because they were made in practice, and some have colors in the legs Stem and the table Plate parts.

Borderline uncle grabbed the glass and looked at it in the light of day, muttering like he was talking to himself.

"The quality is better than that of the Empire... this transparency and thinness... then one piece of gold won't go down..."

Dagenhardt shakes his head small when he hears that one gold coin - one hundred C (Krona): worth 100,000 yen.

"" I don't compromise on booze! "Wasn't that the word of the Blacksmith Guild? Then Dwarf's the best way to drink it, right?

When I stand aside and say so, Dägenhardt laughs bitterly.

"Sure, but... OK! If you say so, I guess this is the best way to drink...... guys! Listen to me! Even if you break a glass, your guild will pay for it all! So drink with confidence!

"You don't have to pay me anything else..."

I was worried about what to do. I wouldn't taste anything if I took a glass of fear and drank it. Think about what you can do to get them to drink safely, and come up with one way.

"Gentlemen! Take a look!

That's what I say, I take one glass and lift it up to the height of my eyes.

Where everyone's gaze had gathered, he slowly returned his palm as it was.

Someone said, "Ah!" but the glass falls to the ground.

Along with the sound of Parin, the glass can be crushed into several fragments. At that moment, a sigh of "ha” leaked from around me.

I'm looking at this one feeling like I'm doing something around, but I don't say anything, I pick up a glass of fragments, and I say, "Watch!" He shouted out loud, once again attracting the interest of those around him.

Raise the fragments on your left hand,

"Take a good look. It's magically easy to fix."

It casts a magical "molding" spell of earthly attributes.

"Supporting all the earth, God of the earth (Reams). Make yourselves a vegetable, and make yourselves what we will. I do not give my life to you. Moulding"

When white light is emitted from the broken glass and the light subsides, the same shape of glass appears. I put it up high,

"It's okay to break it! Use it with confidence!

The Dwarves are surprised by my words and look at each other. "You're a really insane sorcerer, you..." says Dagenhardt with a shuddering face.

"I forgot to tell you, because those glasses are going to be brought back for a souvenir!

To put it that way, the Dwarves are even more surprised, but Dagenhardt said, "Whatever, you are. But let's say you appreciate it," he smiled to control their agitation.

And he nodded at me small,

Well, why don't you have a drink?

That's what I said and received the glass.

Glass making, but I started in earnest last October after I learned the storage magic Inventory. Until then, I had no storage space, I couldn't make a number, but I learned the Storage Magic Inventory, which I could store as many as I wanted and never cracked, so I started making a ton of them.

In making the glass, it was necessary to secure the raw materials first. Raw silicon is an element that is present in the ground, but sometimes my image of silicon is quartz, so I couldn't create an image to take it out well. I can do beautiful quartz crystals when I try to force the magic into them and take them out, but using them as raw materials didn't make the glass work.

For this reason, it was decided to secure the raw materials in a certain way.

It was to get Doctus' commercial guild to put up a sticker about buying out broken glass products.

Most of the glass products are produced in Primus, the imperial capital of southern Caerm, or around Paxlumen, the capital of Luke's Holy King.

In order to transport glass products to the northern kingdoms of Lax and Sartooth and the eastern kingdom of Kaum, they will go to Aulera by sea, from where they will enter by road and be transported through Aulera streets to various countries. For this reason, it was bound to pass through Doctus at the midpoint of Aurelia Avenue.

Glass products are very brittle, but carriages, the means of land transport in this world, have great vibrations. Straw and the like are laid down as a buffer material, but still continue to crack.

Like the original world in this world, glass products will have almost zero value if broken or missing. Merchants pursuing profits also found no value in broken glass products, all of which had been discarded.

That's where I get the information that I'm buying it out. Instead of throwing it away, he came to me to sell "here" to add a little extra income.

Still, glasses and glass ornaments are no big deal as the amount of glass per piece. If I just make glasses, I didn't have a problem with them, but considering I make other glass products, it's difficult to secure quantities. But there was an organization that only supplied a fair amount of one place.

That was light theism.

Many stained glasses are used for their temples - which they call churches in light theology.

Since being expelled from the Kingdom of Kaum a few years ago, the Kingdom of Lax has become a focused preaching destination, and in Lax, they say, there has been a rush to build the temple.

And that stained glass is produced in Luke and transported to the Kingdom of Lax in the north. But whether it's a quality problem or a transport problem, a good amount of stained glass smashes in transit.

In the merchants' words, there was no choice but to crack it, as the clergy of the Light Divinity would come up with impossible demands to speed up delivery or increase transport per unit.

However, there was also other information about this.

The local representative of Phototheism refused to pick it up when he spotted a scratch at all. In addition, penalties were imposed for failure to reach the number specified, and vice versa, even if more deliveries were attempted, buying was often refused or beaten.

Not for the merchants. If we don't deliver the right number, we'll make less money.

So the merchants tried to take the form that they were not buying and transporting themselves, but were substituting for the transporting of the denomination. He further assumed that a certain percentage would be damaged during transport, and negotiated with the Phototheistic Headquarters that the percentage should be shipped more in anticipation of it and that it should reach more than the prescribed number.

Clever enough, they merchants took direct negotiations with the Light Divine executives. Construction is delayed by glass breakage, but the personnel never try to improve it. That's what I sued you for.

In fact, because the delay in construction coincided with when it was beginning to stand out, the bureaucratic-stained reps said they drank the merchants' say in haste.

The result was an increase in the distribution of glass on the streets of Aurelia.

The merchants had better be able to deliver the quantity of glass determined by the contract to the site by the delivery date, eliminating the need to be more concerned than necessary. Some decided to dispose of the scratched glass because it did not transport more than prescribed glass or have a bonus.

However, the colorful stained glass had little demand other than phototheism and had to be disposed of until it was completely cracked.

Talks spread about someone buying out broken glass there. It wasn't about buying and beating cheap either, it was about buying anything that would come in color, and for them it was about boats across the street.

I'd rather have a trading partner that buys me out cheaply but stably than having something I can barely sell for a merchant. We can also sell defective products that we only have to dispose of and turn them into profits.

As a result, many people came out thinking of selling it to me, whether it was broken or not. When that happens, if the delivery amount is secured, I think it would be fine to crack it slightly and transport it more cluttered until then. That caused the defect rate to increase, and the amount of glass shipped from Luke was further increased.

There were also the thoughts of the merchants, and the glass raw materials could be collected more easily than they thought.

The only way to turn the raw materials collected into glasses is to melt them in a furnace and manufacture them normally, but in my case, I have a strong ally called “molding”, the earthly attribute magic I used earlier to show them.

As long as the raw materials were available, it was relatively easy later. Changing the shape with the image of melting the glass made it relatively easy to make the glass.

Of course, the magic consumes quite a bit, even though it is relatively easy, just compared to the method of blowing glass.

For glasses, the limit is ten per day.

Per MP consumption reaches five percent of my MP holdings. Of course, if I didn't do anything during the day, I could make more than twice that, but I used magic during the day often to go hunting demons and helping Professor Raspade, so I kept it just to make a few per day.

Pour Scotch, Marl and Apple brandy into the glass before the Dwarves in line. And while you put them up one by one so you can see them from behind,

"If possible, drink in order of scotch, grape and apple liquor. I think I can tell the aroma and taste better. You may drink whatever you like later."

Leave it to Enos and the others, and take the distilled liquor to Uncle Borderline.

"Your Excellency, too. Strong, so take your time to include it in your mouth."

Borderline Uncle was also interested in Scotch, the liquor that Dwarves change the color of his eyes, and he received a glass with a smile.

And I slowly mouthed, but I accidentally glanced at him for the strength of the alcohol.

"Strong indeed. That's too tight for you."

I expected this to happen, and I took out the tumbler I had prepared. Then throw in the ball-shaped ice and pour the scotch in there. I was going to get them to drink in the so-called "so-called" on-the-rock style.

"Please turn the glass to roll the ice. I think the tightness will ease a little. If it still seems tight, I think you can add the same amount of water as Scotch"

Uncle Borderline takes the glass I gave him and rolls the ice. And it gives me a slightly surprising look.

"This glass is heavier than I thought. And this transparency... it's much more beautiful than the earlier stuff... um, the beautiful tone the glass and ice play... this doesn't look like normal glass though?

Borderline uncle, while so good, keeps ringing the unique sound of icing and a glass of chillin chillin.

"Yes, that glass has metal melting in it. That's why the weight and the sound."

I gave it to Uncle Borderline, made of lead glass called “crystal glass”.

What I imagined was a baccarat tumbler. I didn't even put it in until the cut exactly, but I tried to thicken the bottom and recreate it in a slightly rounded form, with a firm weight.

Originally, I had better hold onto the glass. I just wasn't restrained and financially strong enough to use crystals everyday at home, but I preferred to go to a bar where I use crystal glasses.

Lead, the raw material for crystal glass, but this was taken from the Kingdom of Caum, a mountainous nation.

This lead, but the cost doesn't fool me.

Bullets do not exist, and in this world where magic is used to extract gold and silver, there is little demand for lead. I don't know if that's why, but lead, like gold and silver, was only produced in metallic magic extraction methods. In addition, the cost of transportation was also multiplied by the weight, and most of the cost of raw materials for crystal glass was for lead.

How to create crystal glass, but at first I was thinking about how to fuse with metallic magic. In contrast to Lead III, it fuses in the proportion of Glass VII to create crystal glass containing thirty percent lead, but this was the middle difficulty.

We knew that glass containing more than twenty-five percent lead was called "crystal glass." But I don't see how we can mix them together and make them amorphous glass. For this reason, it was impossible to imagine inside and a clean crystal glass with a high refractive index could not be made.

In the end, I could make it by fusing and molding at the same time, thinking of baccarat and Waterford glasses that I had ever had in my hands at the bar. For this reason, it became a two-attribute composite magic, with no spells and an abnormally large consumption MP. Even though the magic of molding alone has a large consumption MP, it took about ten to fifteen percent of all holdings to make two or three times that, or one.

Includes on-the-rock scotch in his mouth as Borderline Uncle looks out at the glass. Apparently, Rock would have been able to drink and nodded satisfactorily.

While doing glass rigging with Borderline Uncle, the Dwarves receive one scotched glass after another. But if you look closely, only the veteran blacksmiths in the parent class line up, and more than half the craftsmen, the young craftsmen, have no sign of lining up.

Only he and his wife Hayde receive the glass even at the table in Dagenhardt, but their son Kurt and his two disciples remain seated.

Kurt is a blacksmith who turns thirty-two, but he was still blurry that he had not been recognized as serving by his father, Dagenhardt.

The other two are also about thirty years old and all three of them store fine mustaches and are veterans enough if they just look like them. I felt it when it came to talking about the kunai I have, but my arms and knowledge would be up enough compared to a normal human blacksmith.

"If you're just an adult, you should have all the minutes. I don't think you need to be shy... are you here for something?

That's what I told Dagenhardt.

"I don't know what to do... I guess I heard rumors about Ars. At HQ, only the guy my parents admitted could drink Scotch."

In Ars, the king's capital of the Kaum kingdom, where the Blacksmith Guild headquarters are located, it is a testament to one person being able to drink Scotch. I mean, he said that only one artisan can get his hands on Scotch who both admits otherwise.

I wanted as many people to drink as I could. Of course, I don't want him to drink it like he doesn't know the taste, but at least all the Dwarves here are full of people who have one word for booze. I was really not convinced not to drink that with weird reluctance.

"It's hosted by the Lockhart family today. Can you give him a drink somehow? It's a corner banquet. I want you to make it special today."

"If you say so," says Dagenhardt, standing up.

"Guys, listen up! It's Lockhart's banquet today! That lockhart is telling everyone to drink it! Forget about the Ars rumors and enjoy the booze!

Still, the young craftsmen inside don't move.

I take three glasses and hand them forcefully to the disciples of Dagenhardt.

"I'm sorry, but Lockhart's booze is for liquor lovers. I didn't make it for“ Craftsmen ”. No, I don't want the guy who doesn't know what it tastes like to be a leading blacksmith! Everyone here must be" liquor lovers ”! Then you are well qualified to drink this!

Uncle Borderline rises on my hot valve.

"I may offend you, but Lord Zacharias loves booze the most of all. At least that seems to be true for Non. That's what Sir Zacharias says. I don't know if I can spare him a drink today."

Kurt and the others nod at Uncle Borderline's words and mouth on the glass. At the next moment, the three disciples stood up together.

And he said, "This guy is amazing!," he exclaims, with a full grin.

That became a tantrum, and the young men began to line up in front of the barrel.

I was making people think about this commotion.

(You can have special liquor... but I don't want to make liquor that would restrict me from drinking. I'm not willing to deny how Ars does it, but it's best for the guy who wants to drink it. You can stretch your back. I was when I was young, too. I used to put most of my pay in for a guy who wanted liquor. But liquor that qualifies me to drink is not the liquor I aspire to... I still have to increase my circulation...)

Young craftsmen receive one glass after another while I think about it. Seeing that happy face makes me think this is what it is.

The first people to start drinking had already drank marl - distilled liquor from grapes - and moved to Apple Brandy.

When I finished comparing drinks, I said, "I'm a Scotsman. Thanks for the good liquor," or "Surely you know the flavor best in this order. I'm the best drinker," or something. We go back to our table.

As I exchanged those words, I was beginning to think that what I wanted to do might be this.

(I also enjoyed developing the village. But when you see me drink with this happy face, you have something to come all the way... I can do whatever I want and admit it. I couldn't think of a dream story like this when I was in Japan...)