Dream Life

Tria Calendar September 23, 2017.

Yesterday, he arrived in Ars, King's capital of the Kingdom of Kaum, along with a regular distilled liquor flight (Scotchliner), to visit the Blacksmith Guild headquarters.

With Scott, the distillation manager, a warm welcome is due this afternoon for our welcome feast. Along with that, a tasting of long-running liquor, commonly known as the "Zach Collection”, is planned.

After breakfast at the Inn, Golden Floor (Anville) Pavilion, where we stayed, we headed to Alliance headquarters around 9 a.m.

In a safe city, for once, weapons are carried, but no protective equipment is worn.

The feast and tasting starts after noon, but there is a reason to head to HQ at this hour. The tasting is a massive deal with as many as three hundred blacksmiths, in order to prepare for it.

Of course, Jack Harper, the young guild clerk who has been in charge of us since yesterday, will take the lead and divide it among the clerks, but sometimes this is the first time we've had a massive tasting, and we're going to be ready as soon as we can.

The assembly room was clean with no trace of the Scotch Arrival Day feast that was taking place last night. The assembly room, 40 m wide and 15 m deep, had a long table arranged neatly in four rows and a large table in the part where it was a stage.

Metal barrels from the Zach collection that were brought into the warehouse yesterday are also brought in and arranged on the table of the stage. Exactly. The “brandy” barrel hasn't been brought in, but they'll be brought in later by the hands of the Dwarves.

Plus the crate I asked for first thing in the morning - fifteen about the minkan box - was also placed next to the table.

This crate was removed from the storage magic (inventory) last night. Wellburn's blacksmith guild clerk, Johnny Water, who traveled with us, knew there wasn't that crate and muttered wonderfully, "I wonder where it came from..."

The contents of this box, but a glass and an empty bottle. With ten boxes of glass and five boxes of bottle left, the table reads "Caution for Cracks”.

The glass is a tasting glass to be used at today's tasting, divided with cork - pseudocork made of wood attribute magic - and placed neatly lined up in a box. At first, straw and so on were packed as buffer material, but I was anxious to carry an unpaved street in a wagon, so I kept it in my inventory.

One box contains forty-eight - six by eight rows - and we hand it out with the Liddies.

This tasting glass, but pretty confident.

Made of crystal glass mixed with about thirty percent lead, a glass with a simple leg Stem, yet very beautiful with a high refractive index. Furthermore, the stem is not a simple cylindrical type either, it has a square cross-section and looks rainbow like a prism when it receives light. The main "bowl" part is made with particular attention and with great care so that the colour of the scotch looks more beautiful, so that there is no distortion in the curved part.

And the biggest feature is the "plate" part of the table.

“Hammers and gold floors" Anvil ", trademarks of the blacksmith's guild on the back of the plate, are depicted with sandblasting - a technique for spraying sand and other abrasive materials with compressed air or the like to process the surface of glass.

The glass itself is made of my earthly attribute magic - where I mix lead is composite magic with metallic magic - but the sandblast was made by all of Zach Sextet, including the Beatrices.

First, make a hose and nozzle for sandblasting, and a box to add sand, which is abrasive material. Sand doesn't know what's right for abrasive materials, so I made diamond particles out of earthly attribute magic.

As usual, masking sheets are made by sharons who are picturesque and clever at hand, but there is no convenient masking tape dedicated to sandblasting, so they are made of demonic hides with flexible, sturdy surfaces.

Once the masking sheet was ready, three of us, me, Liddy and Sharon, who could use the wind attribute magic, became compressors, and Beatrice, Dan and Mel adjusted the nozzle and scraped away.

At first, everyone, including me, failed because it was their first experience, but after several exercises, they were able to easily follow the original painting because of its simplicity.

It took me quite a while to make exactly five hundred pieces, but even if I failed, I was almost wasted finishing the work for what I could fix quickly with my magic.

I'll have Jack prepare a tray and line up a glass there, but just the blacksmith guild headquarters employees crowning the world were aware of the value of this glass.

"That's really great. This lack of transparency and distortion...... I've never seen anything like this...... is this also (...) handmade by Dear Zacharias?

Apparently Jack knew I gave the blacksmiths a glass at Wellburn, and he seemed to realize it was my work.

"It's something we made. I'm the one with the glass, but the six of us put on the plate."

"You're all... clever..."

He seems surprised that an adventurer who is not even an artisan can do so much fine work.

Indeed, the quality of glass crafts in this world is not so high that even this degree of quality is subject to astonishment.

(If we don't talk about God's messenger as an example, maybe we can take our booze related work seriously. Glass products are enough to eat...)

While I'm thinking about it, the Jacks are carefully arranging the glasses. The gesture didn't feel like fear, even though it knew its value.

When I asked him about it, he told me that he knew more about what was going on in Wellburn and that if he cracked it by mistake, he was careful not to be more nervous than necessary because I could fix it.

"... of course, if you know you can fix it, you can't break it. But I'd rather not be more nervous than necessary when dealing with these things. Sometimes we deal with very expensive products here, so I'm somewhat used to it..."

Exactly. It's just the Blacksmith Guild's main mountain, and they sometimes handle national treasure weapons. If you do deal with hundreds of millions of yen of products on a daily basis, you won't be nervous about one glass no matter how expensive it is.

When I finish arranging the glasses over the tray, the next thing I know, I fill the bottles I have prepared with scotch.

This bottle, but this is also made of crystal glass. I imagine a little “expensive” Cognac cosmetic bottle - basically a Baccarat bottle - such as a square object or teardrop type, rather than a cylindrical shape like a wine bottle.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the artistic talent to bring up the painting or shape it to mimic something, but I remembered the tall bottle I had seen back in the day and carved out all the cuts and patterns I could.

I have about fifty of these bottles and plan to transfer the liquor from the barrel to this and pour it into the glass. Originally, flask-type decanters were easier to pour than cosmetic bottles, but I decided to use crystal glass cosmetic bottles in the sense of the emphasis on appearance and the upfront luxury route ahead.

Around 10 a.m., about an hour after I started prepping, a voice rang from Beatrice, who was near the entrance.

"Zach, they want you in the master craftsman's office right away."

I said, "What can I do for you?," he tilted his neck,

"Anything comes from the royal palace of Kaum."

I'll head to the master craftsman's office, thinking I'm a hassle.

(I don't know if it's against me personally or against the Lockhart family, but I didn't expect to hear from you yesterday today... I guess that's all it means is that the Lockhart family has influence... so to speak, you don't really make a good impression on the King of Kaum. Because I'm listening to Byron......)

Byron Seedorf, a servant of the Lockhart family, was a mercenary at the time he knew me. And before that, he was the defensive captain of Fort Toa, the main stronghold of the Kingdom of Kaum - an important fort on the border with Kwaedam Tenebre, the land of the demons. He warned many times of the danger of demonic raids under incompetent senior aristocratic commanders, and when they struck, he struggled to preserve the fort to death, but the commander tried to confuse his own failures, sending him on many occasions to a fierce battlefield and about to be wiped out. The despair of the commanders and other nobles and the loss of many of their men as a result of the fierce fighting made Byron look out for the Kingdom of Kaum and become a mercenary. At that time, he complained directly to the King against the laziness of the nobility and the ensuing outrage of which his colleagues who knew his struggle were commanders, but the King did not punish him any, and he rubbed it off.

The kingdom of this world has many ancient histories, and the royal family continues to do so for decades. But in the making of a long history, kinship was intricately intertwined, and the nobles were therefore stronger. The Kingdom of Kaum is no exception, and the royal family skillfully manipulates and survives the power relations of factions of higher nobility than the Marquis. It is the case of Byron that the influence came out colorful, but as far as the story is concerned, there was no reason whatsoever to favour the king here.

For once, being the son of the Cavalier of the Caerm Empire, I have little to worry about what will happen from the Kingdom of Kaum, but if there is any action from the Royal Family of the Great Powers, I have to take it.

With that in mind, I was headed to Ulrich's room.

Upon entering the master master craftsman's office, Ulrich Drexler, with his face like a bitter worm chewed up, and a man about thirty years old with a good figure of noble taste, hung on the couch.

Ulrich noticed me.

"Not Count Adolphus Edgekamb. Let's come in the name of His Majesty."

Uncle Edgekamb looked like the word "good man” was coming, blue eyes on the white face, well cared for blonde hair dripping down to her shoulders, and the first impression was that she would be at a ball or something.

When the Earl stood gracefully in Ulrich's words, he began to state his mouth, trying to stand slightly diagonally.

"I have been offered the name of His Majesty Albert XI of the Kingdom of Kaum, Edgecomb Uncle Adolphus. Let's get to know each other first. Are you Lord Zacharias Lockhart, Kirinko of the Lockhart family?"

Every time I speak a word, for some reason, my arms are shaken, and I move like a musical, no, like a cont that deforms a musical.

I'm worried about the way she talks like she hung herself in the nose, and the way she gestures, and I can't really concentrate.

(I had nothing to do with the court. There was no such person in Welburn...... but are all the nobles here in Kaum like this? It just looks like a court-based comedy... but now if I get my forehead scratched up with my fingers, I'm not sure I'll stop laughing...)

"I'm Zacharias, the Cavalier of the Frog, the second son of Masaias Lockhart," he says, as I indulge in laughter.

When I sat on the couch, Ulrich seemed upset and told me what to do.

"His Majesty wants to see you. Non said no..."

That's all I said, Uncle Edgekamb interrupts the story.

"A first-rate adventurer at the School of Magic, making him a genius of one in a thousand years. In Welburn, a fierce man fought alone against the elite knights... whose swords amputated the knights of the frog, and whose magic was the skill of the magic school to pull out the crowd..."

My information seemed to hold tight and was almost accurate. But the question is how to talk about it. Once again, specificity is scarce in order to arrange the vernacular words, and I can't grasp when or what procedure to follow. You're a pretty self-centered person, or you don't seem to realize Ulrich looks grumpy.

"... Your Majesty is constantly looking for talent like yours... with His Majesty's permission to see. Can you come to the royal palace right away?"

I kept talking for a few minutes and didn't pinch my mouth inside, but finally, I could hear what I had concluded.

(You sound like a pain in the ass. How about a king who can stand this kind of person as a messenger?... Nevertheless, I am concerned that Ulrich is listening very carefully...)

As soon as the story runs out, I go all at once to say no without getting a haircut.

"It's an honor to say that today, upon strong (...) request from the Blacksmith Guild, we are conducting a tasting of long-running liquor that brings together key blacksmiths. If Your Majesty says that you will be summoned (...) even if you ignore the blacksmiths you are looking forward to, we will accompany you. But I don't think His Majesty will ignore the demands of the blacksmiths. Would you mind checking it once?"

Honestly, I don't want to see him with the King of Kaum. If I'd known I'd been in Ars, I'd have thought they'd call me in, but I wanted to leave the city before they knew I could.

(Maybe it was caused by yesterday's commotion. If all those dwarves get together, we'll find out what it is. If you look into it, you'll soon find out I'm in the city. It's a hassle...... well, you can understand what the guild's intentions are in the current language, so I guess they won't be forced to take you......)

I was here on the blacksmiths' intentions, and I told him I was going to have an important tasting where my parent class would gather now. Whether this can be ignored is the power relationship between the Kingdom of Kaum and the Blacksmith Guild, but perhaps the Kingdom side should pull it off.

Uncle Edgekamb looked slightly at me for not agreeing immediately, but didn't immediately argue that he understood the meaning of the word.

"I see... Your Majesty would also like a good relationship with the Alliance. Again, let's adjust the schedule."

The Count doesn't seem incompetent just because he's a disturbed Kiza. The first attempt to take him forcefully, as well as Ulrich's continued talking while realizing he was trying to pioneer, may be among the measures he tried to take the lead.

Uncle Edgekamb graciously thanked him by saying, "Well, let the day go again," and left. Where he leaves the room, I sigh heavily. On the side Ulrich began to talk grumpy.

"I don't like that count. Speaking at that rate, you're going crazy... well, if I could have been more forceful than that, I'd have thought about it."

The Earl, who drools like a beauty phrase on a stand, is the opposite of a solid dwarf, and I do not know that he will smoke. Especially if you are an official messenger from the Kingdom of Kaum, because you have to worry about how you can be an enormously powerful blacksmith guild.

The King knows that too, so he may have dared to set up the Count as a messenger to the Alliance.

"In the meantime, I can handle it, but should I even show my face tomorrow?

When I whine like that, Ulrich shook his head to the side,

"You have something to ask for after tomorrow. Let me talk to you later, including Lord Scott."

"Please? What are you talking about? Is that something I can't tell you right now?"

Ulrich waved his hands wide aside,

"No, it's not like I can tell you. Talk about building a distillery. I just want you to see if there's a problem where I'm thinking right now."

Apparently, we want to build a distillery near Ars, but we want you to see if the place is suitable.

"Then there's no problem. Scott will soon agree."

I was interested in the new distillery, too, and I wanted to do something about what was missing from Scotch right now, so it was a ship offer over the road.

We were done talking, so we went back to the assembly room again.

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Returning to the royal palace, Count Edgekamb immediately turned to King Albert XI for a report. The expression had no fine dust where the act had taken place earlier, and it was serious.

When I entered the king's office, there was a man with a tired look about fifty years old sitting in a lavish chair.

Beside it stands the Marquis of Shergold, a civil servant with a pitiful expression, who thinks he is in his forties, inviting the Count in.

"How about a tail?"

The king asks the Count in a slightly crouched voice.

"Invitation did not come true"

The Count bows his head when he answers that.

"However, some information was available. The relationship between Chief Drexler and Sir Zacharias Lockhart seems very good. Sir Zacharias has summoned the master craftsman, and the master craftsman has nicknamed Sir Zacharias..."

So the king nods small and sees the Shergold sign.

"What do you think of Hou?

After a grace, the Marquis began to speak quietly.

"For blacksmith guild mastery, it would be best if Sir Zacharias could be taken in. But I don't have the“ hands ”to take him in. He has no place, no honor, no teeth."

"Can't you do it in the countess... let even the princess marry you?

"Afraid," said the Marquis, shaking his head "wearing it" small.

"His people have already served as many as four beautiful women. Moreover, the blood of His Majesty does not make you old... If you insist, you will be the eldest daughter of His Royal Highness Prince Wang, His Highness Charlene, but if you are only seven years old, you will have five more years..."

Uncle Edgekamb came reluctantly into the conversation between the King and the Marquis.

"I'm afraid you have one thought for me"

The king urges him to go ahead and say, "Go ahead." After a gratuity, the Count began to speak.

"According to the information I have, Sir Zacharias seems to be more bound to alcohol than the blacksmiths..."

The king opened his eyes to the words and said, "More than a dwarf! I can't believe it!" He shook his head.

"Ha. Plus, we seem to be putting extraordinary effort into today's tasting. So here's a suggestion, the blacksmiths are eager to show you His Majesty's will in building a distillery."

I urge the Marquis of Shergold to go ahead on behalf of the King "what exactly should I do?"

"Why not build a distillery in the Crown's direct jurisdiction, transfer or lend it free of charge to the Blacksmith Guild, and make it even more tax-free? If they do, they must be grateful to His Majesty."

In the Earl's words, the Marquis asks, "What do you do about Sir Zacharias?"

"Sir Zacharias confines himself to alcohol more than Dwarves. Also, that's how cordial you are with the Dwarves. If His Majesty had mercy on the new brewery, would he necessarily pay homage to His Majesty?"

The king nods "um," but I can't think of a concretization of the construction of the distillery.

"That's good, but how do we find the right land for the distillery? There will be no other men, sir, who will know that."

The Earl nodded "Your Will,"

"But let the Lockhart family know about that. Fortunately, we have information that the inventors of distilled liquor are accompanying us. I don't think he should be asked to develop it in royal jurisdiction."

The king nods "um,"

"Why don't the Dukes hit me in the hand?

The Count shook his head, "Wearing,"

"All the neighborhoods near Ars are under direct jurisdiction, so in the name of escort to the surrounding investigation, why don't you put people on it? then it is possible to deal with the Duke's family before they approach."

After much reticence, the king

"I entrust it to the Count. Use as much money and talent as you like. Whatever you do, add Sir Zacharias to our camp. No, I don't have to add it. Don't let the Duke take you in. I asked for it."

When the Earl gave his stiffness, he left early enough.

The remaining king was questioning the Marquis of Shergold, looking behind the Count.

"Will it work? Even with Speaker Wargman, the magician's guild cutter, and the sophisticated Raswell Borderline uncle, it's a success to get..."

The Marquis had a slightly hesitant look on his face.

"I was wondering if you should abandon the idea of getting it. If you try to get it, be sure to get objectionable. Conversely, I was wondering if it would be more advantageous for His Majesty if the Dukes tried to get it... if the Dwarves would only show His Majesty sympathy with the Royal Family... now if the Alliance would let it go, the Royal Family would..."

"Don't even say it. I know not to mention it. Now it's just the surviving Setouchi... at any rate, we have to gain strength... Sometimes about Fort Toa. The Dukes may use this desk and set something up..."

Around Fort Toa under the King, it was told that there was an anomaly in the demonic behavior. There had also been reports from Toa's command that similar events had occurred during the last demonic invasion.

But the king gave no instructions for the anomalies around Toa.

The reasons were economic problems, the ability of the commander, and an overwhelming lack of information.

Fort Toa has undergone massive institutional strengthening since the invasion of the earlier demons, that is, the great invasion that took place in 3007 ten years ago, and all the costs involved are borne by the kingdom, that is, the royal family. This had forced the finances quite considerably, and as a Royal Government, it was in a difficult situation to order large-scale enemies, etc.

Worse still, the commander of the fort was still dictated by the brink, and he was in a difficult situation to say that a good commander had been appointed. In addition, the information coming in was also in a state where the filters were hung by commanders from senior aristocracy, and no one in the Royal Government as well as the King could grasp the situation of Fort Thor.

Even assuming accurate information came in, everyone thought it would be no problem if we were more incapable of moving than without clear eyewitness testimony and focused on the current state of defense. The King himself was more at stake in the struggle for power within the Royal Palace than in the situation at Fort Toa, a few hundred km away, and in the end, no large-scale enemy operations were carried out around Fort Toa.

In later years, many historians pointed out this.

"... had we implemented a massive enemy as of September of 317, we would have had a significant impact on later history. Especially when it erupted in 325… '

Meanwhile, there were many sympathetic voices against King Albert XI.

'... at that time neither Albert XI nor his bellies could have anticipated a serious incident that would occur in a few years' time. It is true that they had only focused on domestic politics, but at this point there would have been no politicians anywhere who could have foreseen a few years from now. It is hard to believe, for example, that they could have responded more than they did in this situation, even if they had been the president of the Worgman Council of the Sorcerer's Guild with a wide range of perspectives and insights, or the president of the Farnaby Board of Directors of the Commercial Guild, where information from around the world is gathered. At this time, in the Aquila Mountains, arguably the eastern wall, all information was lacking and also inaccurate… '

Unknown, history was moving quietly.