Dream Life

Tria Calendar September 5, 2017.

I haven't been home in a year with my brothers and spent about ten days relaxing.

That said, there were a lot of chores with the Wellburn group joining in, making arrangements for their place of stay due to the increase in the number of distiller apprentices seconded from the Blacksmith Guild at once, and taking two young blacksmiths Kurt and Doris to Beltram. But there were no major incidents, and it felt like peace itself compared to the upheaval in July.

My brother's wife, Rosalie and the others, have also begun to get used to the village life and have managed to become more everyday.

On the day of arrival in the village, a welcoming feast was held at the mansion with face-to-face encounters with the squire and his family, and the rosaries seemed to be able to blend into the Lockhart family very well for the price.

I asked him what he thought of the village at the feast seat and he was surprised that the whole village was bright and clean.

"Rod told me, that's a really good point. It's beautiful, and the people are really happy… it's like paradise."

My brother was bringing the bride home, so the villagers were planting flowers around the house and along the road. Summer platters showed beautiful red and yellow flowers on green hills, which were not strangely beautiful to say tourist destinations.

Of course, no villagers looked thin or dirty, and they were all more dressed than usual. And when the brothers passed, they sprinkled the petals they had prepared and greeted them with a smile.

Even the enthusiastically popular rosary in the northern part of the Empire was impressively welcoming.

Everyone seemed worried that Rosalee, a senior nobleman's courtier, would get used to living in the country, but so far there have been no problems at all. Sometimes I get to go into a shared bath with the villagers, but they don't seem to care at all. From what I heard, the women in the village were more frightened by the "princess”, the daughter of a senior nobleman, and on the contrary, Rosalie was more aggressive in speaking.

Apparently, the two samurai, Angelica and Eleanor, are also doing well with maid director Molly Vassel.

The day after his arrival in the village, the knights of the escort returned and entered the routine, but the three men, Rosalie, Angie and Elena, had their eyes rounded on the Lockhart family's training.

The vigilante training was usually for adult males between the ages of fifteen and forty, and was carried out in about twenty to thirty people, but more recently children under fifteen participated in the training, some of whom were younger than ten. Most of them are squire children, but some attend between school classes.

The three of them were watching our training, and I guess they were intolerant, but they couldn't seem to hide their surprises like the change in grandfather Govan or squire head Walt Vassel.

The brothers were to live in the Lockhart family mansion, but it's a little bigger than the mansion originally, so it gets pretty narrow when me and Liddy and Beatrice get together.

My father seemed to think about that, too, and a white-walled cottage-style house was available on the east side of the mansion, in front of the birch and maple woods. At a distance of about thirty meters, it almost feels like a distance away.

When I asked my father about it,

"I thought it would be tight soon. We can even dine together here at the mansion. Besides, Dan and I thought it would be better if we went back to our parents' house together."

He thinks about us used to living in Doctus and seems to have a new home for us.

Built like a two-story pension, the ground floor is a common space such as a living room and kitchen, and the second floor is a bedroom. There is no bath and the toilet is shared with the mansion, but the number of rooms is eight in the bedroom alone, which can be put in one room at a time.

When this happens, the Mansion feels the poorest, but my father, my grandfather, and my brother are unwilling to rebuild it.

When I asked my father about it,

"Even though it's old, it can still be used enough. If I had a kid at Rod's, I might build an extra one, but I'm not showing it to anybody, so it's enough."

My grandfather and brother share the same opinion that if we are to rebuild a mansion that can still be used, we should spend money for the village.

It looks like a village, but it has a population of about one or five times seven hundred and fifty compared to a decade ago.

It is significant that infant mortality has fallen and that the second and third sons of farmers who had to leave the village have returned. Farmland is also spreading around the hills in the north, where development has been delayed until now, and it is developing well.

Now that the number of liquor stores and lodgings has increased to three, and there are also permanent shops, the village centre feels quite busy.

A school headed by Nicholas Garland, a squire in charge of home affairs, but attended by most of the village's children, they now have nearly a hundred students. Factors include the fact that my father, the lord, is educating 24898; and that agricultural reform has increased production efficiency, as well as more cash income from distilled liquor. Currently, the literacy rate between the ages of 10 and 15 is almost 10%, and since we can do an even easier four-rule operation, the merchants of Kilnarek - a neighboring fortified city - are coming to solicit children from the village of Rasmore to come to the service.

Distillery situation, but in addition to Scott's distillery, two of his assistants became heads of the newly built distillery, which currently produces distilled liquor in three distilleries. These two have been Scott's assistants since the early days of distillery brewing and are strong enough. Now their initials are noted in the barrel and the three of them crossing Scott compete in arms.

The younger generation of distillers, headed by Scott's sons, are also beginning to grow.

But I decided not to build any more distilleries here in Lasmore Village. I have told my father and Nicholas, who is in charge of home affairs, to that effect, and I have received recognition from both of them.

It may seem surprising, but of course for a reason.

First of all, it is making it difficult to obtain brewed liquor from raw materials. As things stand, we secure barley, which is the raw material, in the villages of Rasmore and nearby, but this area was originally called the border, and the population is not so large. For this reason, the surplus production of cereals was also small and there was not much room to turn to liquor production. Nicholas spread the wheeled weight, increasing production, but still has limits. The Dwarves of Ars, with their Blacksmith Alliance headquarters, carry wine and apple liquor (seedles), but not enough to increase the distillery to that extent.

There is also the issue of fuel.

In the forests east of the village of Rasmore there is a coal expose and relatively easy access to quality coal. However, extreme increases in production will result in coal depletion, as open-air digging will not allow mining to take place in time. So far, there seems to be a considerable amount of reserves in the eastern forests, but we need to cut through the forests and make our way, and it is quite difficult to increase extreme production from this point on as well.

Another reason is the shortage of reservoirs and the lack of manpower to manage barrels.

A stunning red brick warehouse stands side by side, but as soon as production continues at a pace higher than now, it will need to be built up. Furthermore, since it is not necessary to leave the barrel alone, we need manpower to manage it.

So far, the craftsmen who are coming to learn distillery liquor making are well manned, but they will be out of here in time. Of course, there will continue to be craftsmen who come to learn distilled liquor making, so they can afford it to some extent, but they could fall short of manpower at a time not so far away if production increases any further.

Taking them into account, we intend to maintain a system of shipping half of them for long-term aging and half for three years, but in the future we intend to do so on a luxury route dominated by long-term aged liquor.

In the first place, this village is far from a large consumption area.

Now they come to buy from Ars and Periclitle - the city of adventurers in the north, but one of these days a distillery should be built near the big city. In that case, distilled liquor from the village of Rasmore will lose its price competitiveness for the cost of transportation. Be prepared to switch to a luxury route before that happens.

Jonathan Water, an Alliance official overseeing the craftsmen from Wellburne, was set to live in Scott's distillery. Unlike the craftsmen, he has studied here for two years and plans to return to Wellburn next summer. This seems to be to build a distillery ahead of time in Wellburn for when the craftsmen return in three years. Kurt and Doris were also supposed to return to Wellburn in about two and a half years for the same reason.

It seems to be all about alcohol, but in the meantime, he also participates in vigilante training and even goes on a demonic crusade to the east woods.

But again, the biggest job would be booze relations, or preparing the Zack collection for shipment.

Eleven years have passed since the first successful distillation. The first year was only made in December of 3006 with a small distiller, essentially a decade-long whiskey becoming the oldest.

It's been here for the past decade, but because of trial and error, the alcohol in the barrel was inconsistent. Quarter barrels in new (oak) barrels - just over a hundred litres of small objects - large bat barrels after making red wine - about five hundred litres of large objects - and so on.

Therefore, if you don't check the flavor, you have no idea how old it is or what its personality is.

In the last ten days, including eight years, I checked about fifty barrels.

I've thought about it in this "task”.

It means it's harder than I thought.

I'm going to check the flavors one by one, but the vocabulary to describe the flavors and aromas is overwhelmingly inadequate. Perhaps the more someone tells you that, the "I see," but even if you can say that you feel a little sour or that the scent of a wooden barrel is too strong, the expression of a scent like the tasting report that said flowers, fruit, cocoa or coffee is also suspicious, and even more so, it makes you wonder how to describe it to something that has a mix of complex aromas. I can't smell the usual smell of leather or cigarettes.

Make Twice Up with a tasting glass - how to drink whiskey and water divided by half - and include a bite to check and note the aroma and taste. And I spit out the liquor in my mouth, but I don't think I'm poor.

I drink it hanging the magic of detoxification that I wish I wasn't drunk, but I still get used to it or tired of it when I swallow it, it really blurs the taste.

I managed to finish checking fifty barrels, but then there are many worries ahead.

(Single barrel or vatting... I'm not going to hydrogenate, so I'm going to be a cusk strength... if I'm going to take it to Ars, I want to take the best I've got right now. Can you blend delicious things with my tongue... but I don't have anything I can confidently say “Delicious!" because the personality of the barrel is too strong...)

In the end, I decided to stop single-barrel barrels of single barrels and vat about three barrels - mixing malt whiskey with each other, the “blend” is meant to mix malt whiskey with grain whiskey - originally.

And then it was hard again.

I try to mix it up a little bit, but it's really not well balanced.

My lack of blender talent is probably the biggest cause, but it was one of those things that really made me imagine something like seventeen years old.

This time it was about a decade of “young” whiskey, and some Foreshots - also called heads - and Feints - also called tails - that came out early in the distillation because they were even more early objects were not cut well and had mixed clutter. It is also made by an amateur who doesn't know how to make it mature, and the taste is really pointy or blurred the other way around.

(In the meantime, try to mix a few patterns and ask for Beltram's opinion......)

I was worried about asking Scott, the distillation manager, first, but I still wanted to hear from Dwarf, my biggest customer.

I managed to make five different kinds of objects that were likely to be given a pass score, each packed in a bottle, and headed to Beltram's workshop.

Its beltram, but about Meena, who became an apprentice four years ago, married Wilhelmina two years ago. Still no children have been born, but the couple are doing their workshop amicably. The recent increase in the population seems to be quite busy for both of us due to the increased demand for household hardware and building tools, as well as the increase in the number of vigilantes replenishing and caring for weapons.

Kurt, a blacksmith from Welburn this time, and Doris, an apprentice, will be working, making the workshop rather busier than it used to be.

Finish your evening training, take a bath and then head east of the "North is the Hill” where the Bertram workshop is located.

It was good in the early hours before the training, but I anticipated the time after work because taking alcohol to the Beltrams would not make it to work.

Always, when booze is involved, Liddy and Beatrice follow along. Whatever you like about booze, Beatrice wonders if it makes more sense for the sparkling (sparkling) winemaker Liddy to follow than the distilled booze, but when I ask her, "I don't want to drink it the most because it's a corner. Even if it doesn't taste good," he said.

Walk down the path in the field where the sunset can be seen, swearing to your heart that one day you will make liquor that will look back at Liddy.

By the way, I bring dinner. Even so, I've just been appropriately looking at what might be a knob.

When we got to the workshop, Beltram said, "What does it look like?," he said, looking surprised, but immediately smiled, "Fair enough. Do you want to have dinner?" He invited me in.

But the moment I lifted the bottle I took out and said, "I want to hear what this guy thinks," that grin disappears. And with a squeezing voice,

"Did you make it... can you finally drink it..."

When I snort, my face breaks all at once.

"Meena! We'll get the booze ready later! Zach, what are you doing here? That's a jock! No, that was a glass! Do you have a knob? You said there was water..."

I had to say "calm down" to my excited beltram and laugh bitterly.

"I just really want to hear your thoughts today. I'm not convinced yet."

That's all I've said, Beltram realizes he was excited.

"Really... but it's a decade old, isn't it? Let me drink it quick."

The excitement subsided, but the gaze remained nailed to the bottle.

I laughed bitterly and went inside the workshop.

Going to the residential part behind the workshop, three people, Meena, Kurt and Doris, had a strange view of the exciting Beltram.

When Beltram said a word, "It's the Zach collection," the three eyes lit up. But soon we get the look of giving up that we don't deserve to drink.

"No, it's not the Zach collection yet. That's not what I'm after."

That's what I'm saying, I'm gonna get the bottle and the glass out.

The glass is a small tasting glass.

"I'm not convinced, but I have my limits on my own. That's where I want Beltram's opinion."

That's what I'm gonna say, I'm gonna line up the bottles.

"This guy smells gorgeous...... this guy put a lot of emphasis on richness. It's better than the three years I've been drinking..."

The bottle is made of clear glass and the color of the whisky is well understood.

In the meantime, the Beltrams did not speak a word. My gaze was nailed to the bottle, and sometimes, I could only hear the sound of swallowing a spit called gokuli.

"I can't help but drool my lecture. Let's all have a drink."

Take out thirty-five glasses, including my share, and line them up in front of the bottle.

The sound of a “tot tot” poured into the glass echoes in the workshop. Nobody, including Liddy, talks in the room where the sunset plugs in through the open window.

It's a different vibe if you think calmly, but nobody seems to think it's weird. Of course, I thought that was normal then, too.

Pour about 30 cc into one glass and leave a small metal lid. This is to trap the fragrance as well as avoid mixing it with other fragrances.

Pour into thirty-five glasses and keep them in order before everyone else.

When I finished putting it in front of everyone, Kurt checked it out like it was a snack.

"Can we drink too? This must be that (...) Zack collection, right? Even if a rush like me drinks..."

I shook my head.

"It's not (...) the Zack collection yet. I want as many people's opinions as I can on that. Beltram has been drinking for over a decade, but the Kurts have barely. I want Meena and Doris to hear from the female dwarf."

After that, I turned to Liddy and Beatrice,

"Let me take your two opinions into account, too. You've come this far, so tell me what you think."

The two look at each other, pull and shake their heads.

"I don't know what Scotch tastes like."

Following Liddy, Beatrice also had a bewildered look,

"Me too. I like anything that tastes good, but I don't care what you say..."

I said "I'm kidding" and laughed niggly.

"I don't care if you like it or not, just taste it or not. I've been making fun of you with booze lately, just a little backlash."

Liddy looks a little grumpy, but somewhat soothed the atmosphere on the field.

Then, he returns his gaze to the glass and explains how to drink.

"I'm sorry, but I have a taste today. I want it in my mouth, little by little, in my order."

With that said, Beltram says, "Well," and stares at the bottle with a slightly lonely look on his face. That looked so strange that when I said, "Don't worry, I'll give you a proper drink later," my expression brightened up all at once.

(As always, it's easy to tell when it comes to booze. Okay, let's get started......)

"Let's start with this guy. This guy is the kind of guy who emphasizes balance. I won't take the lid until just before I drink it this way, just take the lid in front of my face. You don't have to force me to tell you what I think. I just want you to tell me whatever you think."

Hold the glass to serve as an example, take the lid and take a bite.

Based on large cask products of relatively light colour, small quantities of small quartered cask products and slightly more aromatic wine cask products have been mixed together.

(Not bad, but you don't have a "punch.” Guess the main reason is there's no “smoky”...)

When I was thinking about it, the Beltrams had a scary glass in their hands.

When I signaled with my eyes, I simultaneously took the glass lid.

Six people simultaneously take a glass to their noses. And they all put their mouths on the glass at exactly the same time.

At that moment, time stopped.

The room was surrounded by silence, even stopping the wind that was blowing in from the outside.

"What, this is..." Beltram said as he groaned.

"Ko, is this incomplete?

When Beltram, with his eyes wide open in his eyes, said so, the Dwarves were nodding in unison.

"Oh, it's still“ hard ”. I should be able to feel a little fuzzier...... So, what do you think?

"You're gonna taste better... oh, that's a feeling... it doesn't work, but it feels like what you've been drinking. The moment it's in my mouth, I stab it, but then it's completely different. What can I say..."

"You don't have to think about it that much," he said to Beltram holding his head, asking Meena for her opinion and seeing.

"This is really good. I don't have enough to drink. If Scotch feels like he's going to burn, does this feel like he's going to“ goo ”?... Well, it's hard to say that flavor and fragrance come together."

I also wanted to ask Kurt for his opinion, but he was crying and leaking a whimper with his mouth on the glass.

"This is... no way, I'm half a serving of that (...) Zack collection... uhm... glad I'm here... uhm..."

I laughed bitterly at the way it looked.

"As I said before, I don't care who drinks my booze if he knows how it tastes. Besides, this isn't the Zack Collection I'm after yet. I'd be in trouble if a craftsman wanted to build a distiller to convince me with something like this."

"To this extent... the scotch I drank at Wellburn was delicious, but this is not on that level! But can you make something like this with the distiller I make..."

It seems to have put a little too much pressure on me and made me feel anxious about getting involved in brewing liquor.

Doris, the youngest, enjoys this situation more than Kurt.

"It's really delicious. I'm so glad you followed me when I said I couldn't. Ugh, I can't believe I'm the best drinker of" long aged liquor "... I'm really lucky I haven't even drunk it yet, Guild Leader"

That being said, I was seriously checking the taste. But I still leaned my neck because I didn't have much vocabulary to describe the taste of alcohol, "It's delicious, what can I say..."

It was well received by the Dwarf group, but Liddy and Beatrice didn't seem so impressed.

I'll start by asking Liddy,

"Right. Maybe it tastes good for Scotch. I prefer apple liquor distilled liquor, but I think I can drink this. Well, I don't feel like drinking on a jock."

Apparently, you've reached the pass line.

Ask Beatrice, too.

"I think I taste good, too. Whatever it is, it smells good. If you're an animal like us, it's hard to drink when the scent is too strong. The three year old Scotch has a strong scent. I can smell it coming to that nose a little... but this guy hardly feels tight. I think it smells slightly sweet like spring flowers... not Lydiane, but I prefer distilled wine from grapes too, but I think I can drink this."

It was also well received by Beatrice.

It was most helpful because it just has a sensitive sense of smell of the beast man.

(Beatrice might be more talented than me. Sometimes it's called a blender of beasts...)

I can't say much because there are preference issues, but they are well received, but neither of us has reached the point of impression.

(You can't be impressed by the fact that it's just ten years old... if the wine (marl type) ages for a long time, Liddy and Beatrice might be convinced...)

I tried the other four, but they were all very popular with the Dwarves. I just regret I didn't get any helpful comments.

Liddy and Beatrice had similar preferences. They both seem to prefer gentle objects with a soft scent. I don't know if the two are common preferences, but I found that long-term aged liquor was preferable to Scotch now, at least for sharp smelling beasts.

Afterwards, it was a banquet and five bottles were quickly emptied.