Dream Life

Tria Calendar September 22, 2017.

All the barrels of liquor brought from the village of Rasmore were brought into the warehouse.

Ulrich Drexler, the blacksmith guild chief who saw it through, spoke to Will Keegan, a servant of the Lockhart family. He's the only one wearing equipment with the Lockhart family crest on this occasion, and he seemed to think he was in charge.

"Thank you for your hard work. Are you in charge of the Lockhart family?

Will said, "Wow, I'm just a squire!" and rush to deny it.

Will, a former peasant, seemed rather in a hurry, voiced by a powerful man comparable to the king, the blacksmith guild chief. And I introduced him to me a little while back.

"This is my master, the second son of the Lockhart family, Zacharias."

I'm the usual adventurer style - naturally blackened gear - so I guess I looked like an escort hired by the Lockhart family. Until then, little attention had been paid.

But the Dwarves' surprised gaze at Will's words concentrates on me at once.

I was aware that my name was known to the blacksmiths, but gathering the gaze of more than a hundred Dwarves together just wandered.

"Are you Lord Zacharias? You've come so well."

Ulrich put a smile on my strong face, so I could smile back, even though I was stretched out.

"Ulrich Drexler. Causes, blacksmiths, the head of the guild."

That's what I said and I've got my right hand out.

Because of the height difference, take the hand with slight buckling.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Zacharias Lockhart. Call me Zach, if you like."

"I hear rumors. More than us when it comes to booze."

"Not so much," I denied with a smile, thinking who told me.

He shook his head small,

"Drinking each other. I don't need a salute."

I don't understand how that's going to happen.

Even if you say that to me, it's too much hurdle to talk tame-mouth to the head of the Blacksmith Guild, the one in power who influences the world situation - who is actually changing the neck of a religious leader equivalent to a head of state.

I managed to say no, and when I started saying "but......", I gently raised my right hand and took control of me,

"We're talking“ tame ”with Bertram and Dagenhardt, aren't we? I don't mind if you don't mind. I don't even know how to honor you."

All the veteran dwarves around also snort.

The blacksmith network seems to be more developed than I thought. I knew the story in Wellburn, a few hundred km away, in this world where I had only a letter to contact you.

I cannot say back that they will bring up the story of the Guild Branch Manager in Welburn, Dägenhardt. In the meantime, to change the subject, I decided to say thank you for the aftermath of the Phototheistic uproar four years ago.

"Let me start by thanking you for saving our crisis. Thank you so much for your help with the Light God thing."

That's what I say and I bow my head, but Ulrich at first gave me the face of what it was about. And he put down a beat and remembered, "I'm not as thankful as I am," he waved gently. For them, they probably weren't aware that they had saved the Lockhart family.

Did you have a bad time putting it between

"As much as I'd like to thank you this way. He used to bring it to me. The Zack Collection.

That's what I've said and changed the subject, but that face was laughing with real pleasure.

I'll finish my brief greeting and introduce the Liddies. And introducing Jonathan Water only slightly changed the atmosphere of the place.

"I'm hearing it from Dagenhardt. He wants to negotiate with Welburn for a barrel."

That's what Ulrich said, staring at Johnny instead of staring at him. Slightly swallowing air flows from the Dwarves around us.

Johnny nods loudly as he stares firmly into Ulrich's eyes, though for a moment in his gaze and air.

"Due to the very strong (...) demands of the head of the Dägenhardt branch and the blacksmiths of Welburn, all (...). Lords of the Lockhart family and Zacharias have told us that, as things stand, we have no choice but to turn them around for Ars."

My voice was shaking slightly but still in a firm tone.

What Johnny said about running errands at Alliance headquarters seemed to be talking about securing Scotch for Welburn.

"You're telling me to come over here with our understanding. Good temper...... okay. Let's get this story over with later."

I watched with admiration the exchange. A young man in his mid-twenties said something grand to a powerful man called the Alliance Commander.

(It's like a young employee at a local branch office going to the head office and giving his opinion to the president. No, more than that. You ask Dwarf to give you booze... it's hard for me to say. If only I had seen the situation earlier......)

The conversation between Ulrich and Johnny ended and I was to introduce one last person left.

This is Scott, the distillation manager.

All the drums were loaded and the dwarves were starting to move in front of the warehouse, but their feet stopped at the same time. And then he looks back at Scott with a half-hearted face, with a momentum that sounds like Gabba.

Ulrich was similarly staring at Scott with a slightly shuddered face. A few seconds later, I see the face I was tense about talking to Johnny. I see it. It changes. At first, his eyes opened and solidified to his surprise, but his beard was shaking slightly as he gradually moved his mouth into a mess. Seeing that look better seems to strike and tremble with emotion.

"Oh, have you finally come... Lord Scott..."

Take Scott's hand with his voice trembling. But you're impressed, and no more words come out. However, he was so overflowing with joy that even the face buried in his beard could easily be seen.

Scott at the time, but he didn't seem to know how to handle it, and he asked me for help with his eyes.

I have a problem with people asking me for help, but I can't even go to the inn without doing something about this situation.

"Later, I come to greet you. In the meantime, we have to find an inn."

When I say that, Ulrich says, "Inn? Yeah, okay," he nodded. I'm relieved that I can handle this, but I don't see Scott letting go. And soon a loud dra voice echoes into the courtyard.

"Anyone can! Get me a nearby inn right away! I don't care if you use Non's name! Hurry up and hold the crowd!

Several officials run out to the voice. Ulrich, who saw it, was smiling, "Let's make this a problem".

"So what are you talking about? Zach, Lord Scott, we're going in."

That's what I'm saying, I urge you to go to Alliance headquarters.

Scott cared that I, the master, had the honor of calling myself "lord,"

"Call me Scott, too. It's just a civilian."

I begged so with a half crying face.

"Um... but Lord Scott is like a benefactor to us. And it is also a venerable gift... to be forsaken..."

Scott seems special to Dwarf.

(Even kings in this country don't seem to use reverence... it's almost a patriarchal-believer relationship. But this is gonna make Scott a pain. You should do something about it...)

"Ulrich (...) and Scott are respectable artisans. It's no strange thing to treat each other with respect..."

I dared to abandon Ulrich, the guild leader. And keep talking.

"... and me and Ulrich are just drinking friends. Well, you can think of it as like Beltram and I are friends. Then you wouldn't have a problem calling it out, would you?

Ulrich was a little surprised that I suddenly started to abandon myself, but when I heard my rationale, Logic, I laughed out loud.

"Gahahahaha! You're right! Non and Zach are not booze buddies! And if you're a civilian, the same goes for Non! I'm just a blacksmith! So don't worry too much about the details, Lord Scott!

As if caught by it, the surrounding Dwarves also began to laugh, "Now for the banquet!," "We need to welcome our drinking buddies!" or something and make a scene.

Even Wellburn thought that Dwarf, if you only admit the other person, would be heartily unraveled and soon become like your best friend. I don't know if that's the trait of an entire race or just a blacksmith. However, I am certain that it is very difficult for them to acknowledge it. It doesn't move your mind at all in gold or status, and it doesn't yield if you threaten it with force. Even if the emperor of the Caerm Empire, the best military state in the world, is his opponent, he will resist if he doesn't like it. Without thinking about that at all, either they're strong, or they're dangerous to themselves.

And another characteristic is the passion for work, especially for making things.

They were surprised that the Lockhart family named the groundbreaking liquor "Scotch” an artisan. And he's got the greatest respect for the Lockhart family who did that English break. That's all I'm proud of in my job of making things.

Now in the important position of guild leader, Ulrich was originally also a famous artist known to the world. It would be natural to pay the greatest tribute to Scott for creating new things from scratch. Sometimes the subject was their beloved liquor, but even if it were another new product, they would have created it from nothing and had a certain respect for the craftsmen who spread it to the world.

Scott also snorted reluctantly as to whether he somehow found out about it.

I enter the Alliance headquarters building from the courtyard, but this was a pretty splendid building.

It is about fifty m wide and about twenty m deep in a heavy stone building with many large wooden windows mounted upstairs.

Once inside, the staff seemed busy moving around to see if it was a common exit. In their hands is a tray with wooden jocks and knobs, going up the big stairs early enough.

"The day Scotch arrived, it was a banquet. Everyone has withdrawal symptoms."

I try to keep going upstairs, but I want to at least get it off gear. Liddy and the others are coming along somewhat flushed, but he put on my back and said, "Are you willing to keep going into the banquet?," he protests in a whisper.

I nodded small,

"Whatever we are, Scott's not used to traveling. I'd like to say hello tomorrow."

In fact, Scott is the first long-distance trip since this trip was born.

He's been to Kilnarek, a nearby city, but only about 25 km away. This is a journey of about 300 km, fifteen days, which, in fact, is starting to show a little fatigue. I don't know if that's fatigue from the journey or from the disturbances here.

"... I'm sorry. Nong seems to think only of himself. Sure, you should get some rest today."

That's what Ulrich told the blacksmiths.

"The welcome feast between Lord Scott and Zach will take place tomorrow afternoon! Whoever's got a rush job, let him finish tomorrow morning!

The blacksmiths said, "Rest easy!" Or "I'm looking forward to tomorrow," he said, adding words of labor to Scott.

Reminds me that I have to check it out.

"Tomorrow I'm going to have a“ tasting "of the Zach collection, how many of them are coming?

Ulrich leans his neck against the word tasting.

"Aren't you supposed to drink that as it is?

I shake my head "wearing" and get a serious look on my face.

"No, I only want you to drink it in my fashion at first. You can drink whatever you want from the second cup, but sometimes you just can't give up the first."

Ulrich stared at me with a decent face at first in my words, but soon laughed out loud.

"Gahahahaha! Not as rumored. Good. Let's have a tasting party and a toast to Lord Scott's welcome feast!... number of people... maybe three hundred."

There are over a hundred blacksmiths in Ars, the number as expected because they said there were about three hundred Dwarf blacksmiths qualified to drink Scotch.

(Well as expected...... parent and veteran class are all coming, tomorrow afternoon, all workshops are closed...)

Though I expected it, I was stunned by the number of people.

Talking about that, one of the officials came to report that he had secured the lodging.

"We have secured the golden floor Anvil pavilion. I didn't know how to get a room, so I'm securing a room for one person for now..."

Ulrich said he "did well" for the report and was working hard.

The Blacksmith Guild staff thought it was tough, I tried to make my way to the inn, but Ulrich holds me back.

"I need to talk to you. Excuse me, can you come back after dinner?"

I nodded, wondering what I was talking about, "Am I the only one?" I asked back.

"Oh, it would be more convenient if you were the only one"

I don't know what you're talking about, but for now, I admit, I left Alliance HQ behind.