Dream Life

Tria Calendar September 22, 2017, around 5 p.m.

Freed from Ulrich Drexler and other blacksmiths, going outside the Alliance headquarters building, Nathan Barlow, head of the Distilled Liquor Regular Flight (Scotchliner), and Russell Holt, captain of the distilled liquor convoy Scotch Guardians, were waiting for us.

"That sounds tough. I was wondering if they would take me to the banquet like that..."

Barlow smiled bitterly, saying so, and Russell next door had the same bittersweet laugh. Apparently, he was left worried about us.

"But earlier on," that ”didn't tell the staff that the Zach collection or Lord Scott was coming. How did you know that?"

“That” would mean that more than a hundred dwarves were waiting at the gate. I nodded aloud because I thought the same thing.

"Well,“ Dwarf. "You must have smelled the booze."

When I say that on purpose and with a serious look, not only Barlow and Russell, but Liddy and the others are nodding with the same serious look.

"You've had it before. Even Welburn... I was surprised then, but I knew you could tell by the smell, because it's a dwarf..."

Dan, especially liked by the Dwarves at Wellburn, was sneering as he said so.

I meant to be a mild joke, but everyone on the spot didn't seem to take it as a joke.

(I guess I can't help it because I hear all kinds of rumors about Scotch entanglement... I might have snorted seriously myself if someone told me... but what image does Dan have of Dwarf...)

In an unspeakable atmosphere, Barlow and I broke up and headed to the inn.

The Golden Floor (Anvil) Pavilion was a splendid inn about 200 m west of Guild headquarters. In the evening, guests like people go inside, but samurai with a golden merchant or knightly atmosphere stand out. Ask the guild officials that this is a well-used inn for those who come to buy it in the blacksmith district, where merchants requested by nobles and knights and well-known mercenaries who have come to buy their own weapons are staying.

By the way, the name of this guild clerk is Jack Harper. It doesn't make any particular deep sense, but it made me want to drink bourbon.

Aside from that, this Jack, but he's a serious looking young man his age - mid twenties - and he was rushed and entrusted with handling this visit of ours.

(One at a time, you have a tough time serving the palace. Especially when it comes to blacksmith guild employees…)

I was sympathetic in my heart, but Jack at the time seems pretty motivated.

"I was able to be in charge of Master Zacharias and Mr. Scott. I really think it's an honor......"

When I heard a few more stories, they said the officials who ran out when Ulrich told us to hold the inn were all aiming to be in charge of us.

"Because you're going to be entrusted with a big job... and of course, you can be freed from cumbersome clerical work..."

"Big job?

"Yeah, it's a distillery construction job. It's hard not to get results, because the budget is blue ceiling and the authority is huge... an opportunity that young people like us don't even wish for..."

You look like a serious young man, but you look like a surprisingly hot man.

Likewise, Johnny, who was in charge of the distillery construction, was shaking his head "wearing it" small on the side. In his case, difficulty seems to stand ahead of reward.

The motivated young man headed to the room, thinking it was something refreshing to watch.

We had dinner and headed to the blacksmith's guild as promised.

He said Liddy and Beatrice followed him, but I'm the only one called, so I left for the city at night alone.

When I get in front of Alliance headquarters, I hear cheerful dra from upstairs. Looking up, the lights are leaking out of the fully open wooden window.

(Still at the banquet... you're going to get caught up in it. Well, that's fine......)

When I gave my name to the guard in front of the main door, Jack flew right in.

"I've been waiting for you. The Alliance Commander is waiting for you."

That's what I said. I was led to the guild chief's office behind the ground floor.

Surprisingly, Ulrich was not at the banquet above.

"You've come well. Well, have a seat."

I wasn't at the banquet upstairs, but the jock was firmly in my grip, and he seemed to wait for me while I drank here.

"I came slow thinking I was at a banquet... it seemed to keep me waiting, sorry"

"Well, never mind. I was up there a while ago."

That's what I'm saying. I'm waving my right hand flickering.

"Tell me if you want something to drink... but there's less variety today than usual..."

That's what he said for a reason.

Scotch liners bring Scotch once a month and a half.

This scotch is a quartered barrel for short-term aging and has a content of approximately one hundred and twenty litres. Since the barrel is twenty-five, it will be about three thousand litres.

There are about three hundred blacksmiths here in Ars who are allowed to drink Scotch. This means that only ten litres per capita will be allocated.

I don't know exactly because I haven't measured it, but I think it's too much because there are ten liters, thirteen or four full bottles of distilled liquor in a month and a half with an alcohol content close to fifty degrees, but they drink that distilled liquor with a jock containing five hundred cc. I mean, you only win twenty cups in a month and a half. You don't have to drink only one cup a day for twenty days, and the rest of the half of the time you can't drink it will be a calculation.

As a result, Ars' stock of Scotch has been exhausted for more than ten days before the Scotch liner arrived, with withdrawal symptoms on the Dwarves.

Scotch, by the way, initially sold for how much a cup, but now it's a complete rationing system. He said the guild switched to the distribution system because it was too popular with the Dwarves and the value was hoisted. Staff are strictly checking quantities and managing allotments.

Three hundred blacksmiths now set aside five hundred C (Krona) (= about 500,000 yen) a month for a distilled liquor fund (Scotch Fund), from which they pay for the purchase of distilled liquor. In other words, as much as 150 million yen will have been set aside in a month.

It costs about 200 million yen to buy, but still accumulates about 20,000 C (= 20 million yen) in a month. They've already accumulated a million C's and a billion yen or more, and they're going to build a distillery with this money.

The price of the distilled liquor body, but I still give it a thousand C a quarter barrel, or about a million yen. Two hundred million yen for a single transport, so it multiplies the cost of transportation - mostly security, to be exact - by nearly ten times the cost of distilled liquor. Exactly, the Dwarf side seems to think it's too cheap, and there have been several price hike visits, but all at my direction the Lockhart side is saying no.

I'm glad you're acknowledging the value, but I still recover enough cost of this, and first of all, I don't want it to be too expensive to spread. Of course, long-term aged liquor is going on a luxury route, but I don't want to be luxurious about three years of liquor.

If this goes too far up in price, we are greatly concerned about the danger of rough liquor coming out. Distillation technology is popular at current prices, and even if rough liquor comes out, it should soon be driven off the market. Of course, the Dwarves aren't supposed to admit crude liquor, so they'll be expelled regardless of the price, but there's still no denying the possibility of crushing it. But if we keep the real price down, only good quality goods will be on the market. That's what I'm thinking, and I'm putting my current selling price aside.

Back to the point, today, there's not much other booze, because it's the day Scotch was waiting to be lifted. We don't really need to prepare anything else because we're all going to kill Scotch.

They still have beer, ale, wine, and apple liquor (seedles). Ask Jack later,

"It may not be a big amount for the blacksmiths, but it's a hell of an amount for us. Five or six barrels of ale and beer are missing..."

I asked for a ale and sat down on a relaxed couch.

As Jack handed Yale out to me, Ulrich began to speak in a slow tone.

"So, I'm here to talk to you... about what to say..."

Dwarf blacksmiths like the picturesque portrayal of luxury are choosing words. I waited for his word without hurry.

"... I'm not talking about Lord Scott... I just wanted to say thank you from Nong et al. I was hoping to talk to you about it... because there's no such thing as good wisdom."

It was surprising.

I'm sorry to say this, but because I didn't look like a bothered person about that. And I don't know why you talk to me, or why.

"I think anything is fine...... and yet, why me?

"Oh, Beltram tells me. Young, but wise..."

I wonder how far you know about me, but Ulrich kept saying more.

"... because I heard you were the one who gave him the name" Scotch ”. I wonder if you would know what Lord Scott would want... if you could think of anything..."

I could be in trouble if Scott did ask me what I wanted.

In pull-out disturbances from major countries and major chambers of commerce, he did not shake his head vertically when offered gold or status. If they say that the reason for this is because they have already earned honor in the name of “Scotch," it will be hard to think about money, status, etc.

If you're an adventurer or a mercenary like us, you have the option of giving away weapons made with all your heart by the blacksmiths, but Scott, the craftsman, is exempt from vigilante training and doesn't need them.

That's why the blacksmiths here don't have enough tools to wield their arms.

But I had a stomach proposal. Because since I decided to bring Scott here to Ars, I thought this might happen.

"It's hard for me to be sure, but... there's nothing wrong with it"

"Oh, there is! Tell me that!

Though I talked to him, he wasn't expecting much, he was surprised by my words, and he rode himself out with every jock in his right hand.

"All you have to do is tell them how you feel. That should satisfy Scott..."

When I say so, Ulrich slips back on the couch somewhat.

I will continue to speak regardless.

"That being said, I guess that makes you feel better. Well, I don't know how to describe that feeling..."

I'll pass on the idea I was warming up.

At first it was Ulrich, who couldn't grasp what I meant, but as I listened to him, he understood my thoughts and gradually his face broke.

"Ooh! It's exactly what they think! That would convince everyone."

And you went straight to the assembly room, and you thought about getting an agreement.

"All right, I'm gonna go talk to the guys drinking upstairs! Most of them have workshops."

When I got up to Xu "Momouro," he tried to go up there to pull me over with those thick arms.

"Just give me a minute. I need to talk to you, too."

I was excited about Ulrich, but I said, "You want to talk about it?" and regained some calm.

"Yeah, that's why I'm here at Ars this time, but bringing Scott along and showing off the Zack collection... but I have some errands to run personally as well. This has nothing to do with the Lockhart family... I'm really sorry for personal reasons, but I need you to talk to me..."

When I said that spicy talk, I said, "I don't think we're talking about booze. Fair enough," he nodded to Eagle Deep, encouraging him to talk.

"We're adventurers. Sometimes the“ made ”of weapons and protective equipment is directly linked to life... I don't mind, but I want to replace my buddies' weapons with good stuff..."

Ars is an unspoken blacksmith's city. It creates some of the best weapons in the world.

The weapons and protective equipment we're using right now are basically what we got in the academic city of Doctus. It's perfectly satisfying, but I still came to the real thing, so I want to go further up there.

Especially the avant-garde Beatrice and Mel, who are at high risk of injury, want to make it a good thing to force them a little. Of course, sheet metal armor (plate armor) such as that used in the Knights is unsuitable for adventurers, so partial armor or chain-based protective equipment is a candidate. In fact, Beatrice has no problems with practicality, as she wears the chainmail under her leather armor.

"... of course, I'm going to pay the consideration. For once, we have 100,000 C (krona) …"

He had earned quite a bit in the five years of Doctus. Even the crusade of demons earned about 1,000 C a month, or nearly a million yen, and they are getting tens of thousands of C units of gold for printing techniques, soundproof demon props and other sales. The 100,000 C prepared this time (= about 100 million yen) can be said to be almost the full amount saved over a five-year period.

Still, Dwarf's, if you get a superior blacksmith to build you a weapon too, you need at least a few times that. So this time I was wondering if you could introduce me to a good young blacksmith, even if not superior, who would get a pretty good arsenal. Of course, the village of Rasmore doesn't need to have everything together because it has Beltram, a well-armed blacksmith. But he's busy, too. So I thought about getting some good stuff for myself.

"Well, I could have had Beltram make it, but it looks like he's pretty busy with his village job... I was wondering if there might be a good young man here. Can someone introduce me?"

Ulrich said, "Well, I don't know,"

"I don't think I'm going to say anything about you. I don't think I'm going to clap."

I would be relieved if you could introduce me somehow. But I was stunned by the next word.

"But I'm not a talker. Instead, you should say you can't be a guild leader."

On second thought, you're right. It is unhealthy for anyone holding a key position of guild leader to speak up personally.

"... right. Forget about that one. I'll find it here."

"I don't know what to say, but, well, leave it to Non. That's not all you need."

I didn't know what it was about, but that's all I had to do for now, so I nodded honestly.

"All right! I'm gonna go tell the guys upstairs about Lord Scott earlier!

When I say that, I get up again and grab my arm. Although there was a height difference of nearly forty cm, he went up the stairs so that he could be grabbed by the powerful hands forged up by blacksmiths and pulled over.

The officials who are still working look worried about me and I gently raise my hands to tell them that there is no problem.

What is upstairs in the ballroom was a large room with a width of fifteen m and a length of about forty m in the assembly room. Of course, there were many pillars, but it was a large room alongside the castle's large hall.

But now I feel very narrow. Because the bearded, bitter men are so narrow-minded.

As I go in to be drawn to Ulrich, I hear voices from the blacksmiths who were cheerfully swallowing, like, "Did you come like this?" or "Come on, swallow, swallow."

As Ulrich stood on the altar of the assembly room, the blacksmiths looked strange and the voice slowly quieted.

"Everyone, listen up!

That word stops the Dwarves' private language.

"Zach here lent me some good wisdom. About the gift to Lord Scott!

From the Dwarves, he said, "Ooh! cheered," So, what are you giving away! "The voice rises from the people.

Ulrich replies very well to the voice, "Don't listen carefully," and tells the story I did.

After finishing the explanation in about three minutes, the assembly room was wrapped in an angelic cheer.

Where it has settled somewhat, Ulrich will vote.

"I don't even have to ask, but I'll ask just in case! Whoever agrees with Zach's suggestion, raise the jock!

The next moment, "" Agreed! Three hundred jocks were put up with a chant.

"All right! Unanimous! Tomorrow at the welcome feast, I'll tell Lord Scott!

Step on the foot as if the Dwarves would agree with that word.

The sound of Don Don should be echoing outside as well as the Guild Hall.

(Awesome enthusiasm... but that's a neighborhood nuisance. No, is it harder for the staff? Downstairs, I guess it won't be loud and work......)

The banquet continued after that, but I managed to get out and successfully return to the inn.