Dream Life

Tria Calendar September 23, 2017, around 11 a.m.

Finish your interview with a messenger from the Kingdom of Kaum in the Guild Leader's Office of the Blacksmith Guild's Masterpiece "Guild" and return to the Assembly Room. The preparations were already almost complete and the banquet would begin in about an hour, which was exactly what the guild staff were trying to arrange for.

I look at it and give instructions not to carry the food.

"The meal comes after a tasting of the Zach collection… to avoid the smell of the meal mixing with alcohol"

Even when it came to meals, there were many simple dishes such as appetizers, and there were no dishes that seemed to smell strong. The officials looked equally surprised, but they lowered the dish without saying anything in particular because that's what I'm saying, known for being loud about booze.

In the meantime, Liddy and the others line up vessels for water - ceramic tumblers.

Jack Harper, the head of this tasting, who saw it, said, "I don't think the blacksmiths need water though?," he tells reluctantly.

"Oh, of course I know. But this is the water we need. Although magically served, it tastes the same as the water in the village of Rasmore, where the distillery is located. We also have two kinds of it, one that tastes like spring and autumn…"

Jack gave a frightened look for a moment, but nodded quickly.

It won't tell him anything I want to say. Even I didn't explain any more to him, but silently poured the magically made water into the water.

It was before noon and the tasting was finally ready.

On the table, there's only a tray with water filled water and ceramic tumblers, and tasting glasses on it.

Only the scotch stuffed in the bottle, however, was arranged on the table in the front row, brilliant in beautiful amber in the light of the day as it plugged through the window.

At noon, the blacksmiths keep coming into the assembly room. But everyone couldn't hide their confusion in a completely different atmosphere from the usual banquet.

The same goes for Ulrich Drexler, the guild chief, who came into the assembly room with a full grin, but whose face tends strongly to a situation where the food is not ready.

"What do you mean?

Asking Jack, who was nearby, he shook his neck sideways with a bewildered look, sending his gaze to me, clouding the words, "At the behest of Master Zacharias..."

As I take the word,

"It's all my instructions. Of course, for a reason."

"Why not?

I nodded loudly,

"It's all about drinking the Zach collection at its best. I thought I told you yesterday. I want you to follow my instructions for the first drink."

Ulrich turned his belly before he said he would leave everything to me, although he could not understand my intentions, and went to his seat without saying anything.

It had an unusual atmosphere.

The Dwarves think they can have a fun feast with the "Zach Collection” in one hand, and they smile in, but they are confused by the sight of no food, only a glass and a bottle lined up, and they shut up. And then I got to my seat, but the neighbors whispered blush at each other, looking around.

It chains and amplifies.

The cheerful dwarves from three hundred people - containing more than a dozen women - had such a low voice that restless moving necks were a true expression of their anxiety.

However, when I looked at the beautiful bottle I had in front of me, I was narrowing my eyes when I said, "Is that the Zach collection?"

Ulrich stood up where everyone was.

"Not my usual taste, but I leave today's partition to Zach! They're gonna make me drink it the best way they can! Zach, I asked for the rest."

I nodded at it and went up on the stage.

"We are here today to hear about Scott and our welcome feast, but first we want you to indulge in the best liquor, long aged liquor in the status quo (...) made by Scott. Okay, get ready."

On my signal, Liddy and a few guild officials grab a bottle of Scotch and scatter it around the table. And I started pouring it into the prepared glass.

Everyone was breathing and watching how it went.

The sound of a tot was strangely loud.

"I'll just explain a little bit during the prep. This long-aged liquor is a combination of three barrels of scotch. Taste emphasizes balance...... Next it's about how to drink, but first to enjoy the aroma, keep the mouth of the glass close to your nose...... then include only one bite in your mouth. However, do not swallow immediately and enjoy the aroma and flavour that spreads through your mouth in a way that feels like placing it on your tongue… If you enjoy the aroma and flavour enough, try to watch out for the scent rising from the back of your throat as you swallow it. I think you'll find it's totally different than Scotch has ever been."

My voice echoes into the assembly room.

But most Dwarves didn't feel like they were listening. Because everyone had their gaze nailed to the scotch that was poured.

"After seeing the taste, include the water provided in your mouth. We have the same flavour as the water we use to serve it. Scotch wants you to feel the water, because water is life..."

By the end of my explanation, all the glasses were finally filled and placed in front of everyone.

In the meantime, no one opened their mouth.

The assembly room was wrapped in silence, as the noise of the wheels of the carriage and even the people's speech heard from the outside disappeared.

Someone rang his throat. The sound echoes all over the room.

"All right, everybody. Enjoy the fragrance first!

The blacksmiths' boneless fingers grab the glass along with the sound of a garment rub named Zazz.

And slowly, but in an undisturbed motion, he lifts the glass. The Influence Master, who could be done by the light of day inserting through the open wooden window, was moving in the same way. That was like a scene in a silent movie.

(I thought you hadn't heard at all, but you seemed to be asking me surprisingly... hmm?

I thought you were listening to my explanation, but there's something wrong with your movements.

Everybody keeps the glass close to their noses, and they don't even move with Pickle. I just have a swinging look on my face and it doesn't look like I have a defined perspective.

I waited about ten seconds, but nobody tries to keep their mouth shut. The officials around him give me a puzzling look and they send their gaze at me.

I was confused by this situation, too, and my thoughts were about to stop. But I think we need to change this situation, and I never open my mouth.

"After enjoying the fragrance, include only a little in your mouth. Enjoy the scent that spreads through your mouth."

When I said that, once again, the blacksmiths moved in unison with the sound of rubbing clothes.

Even some dictatorship mass game won't show you any more breathtaking moves. It was such a brilliant alignment.

Everyone put their mouths on the glass at once.

At the next moment, the movement stopped again.

Nobody took their mouth off the glass and solidified in the same position.

But on a good look, there was movement.

The look on the Dwarves' faces slowly, but surely changes. Instead of all wandering, he had a face that could be described as a trance, and even some of them were weeping.

I decided not to say anything more. Even if I don't say it anyway, my engraved instincts lead me to the best way to drink. That's what I decided.

Liddy approached me softly. And I've spoken so low that I can hear you or not.

"Hey, what's going on, this is... you're okay..."

I also whisper, "I think I'll probably be fine," but when they say that, I'm less confident. In me, the thought of whether I was really okay grew stronger.

(If they tell me I'm doing some noble ritual, I'm going to snort honestly. But I don't even have a “good” voice...)

Perhaps not a minute had passed in time, but I felt more than enough in physical time. Only in this room is it so obvious that it feels like a "different flow of time”.

And it happened suddenly.

We started in Ulrich, and everyone stood up.

I perceived danger and said, "Block your ears! shouted."

At the next moment, the assembly room will be "" Ohh!! "" wrapped in a roaring voice of joy.

That was just the cry of the soul.

The assembly room rocked.

Instead of metaphors, the walls and ceilings vibrated billibly to their roar, and even the floors that were supposed to be well made swayed into small pieces.

The noise level caused by the roar may have slightly exceeded one hundred decibels and reached one hundred and forty.

It was a roar reminiscent of the roar of a dragon.

Sharon and Mel crouched with their ears blocked to the fierce roar by that violent, while Dan also stood stiff to endure.

The two veterans were just fine.

Liddy and Beatrice were brilliantly timing the retreat and were getting out of the assembly room just before the roar began. In their delicate, high-performance ears, I guess they decided they couldn't stand the Dwarves' roar.

Scott, who is just an ordinary person, may have been the primary victim. He couldn't respond to my warning and block his ears. When I saw it, I stood still, but when I looked closely, I had slightly peeled off my white eyes and fainted while standing.

Even the average person had a great guild staff. Johnny Water of Welburn had his ears blocked, his body half-hearted and he withstood the noise, then his gaze turned to me as if waiting for instructions immediately.

Even more remarkable were Jack and his staff at the headquarters.

They were hardly affected by that violent noise, either because they often dealt with large numbers of dwarves from time to time. On the contrary, he had even reached for the bottle in an attempt to prepare a new drink.

Take a good look, they had earplugs in soft material like cotton and they seemed to have worn earplugs from before my warning.

Myself, but I had (...) expected this to happen. I could imagine what the Dwarves would react to because of the events in Welburn and the reaction they had when they gave Beltrams a drink in the village. Naturally, I wasn't neglecting to get ready.

The moment they stood up, they stumbled on the earplugs they had prepared, even as they issued a warning to the Mels. I just thought it would be rude to wear earplugs from the start, and I put them on just before, but this seems to have turned into an enemy, and while the roaring cheer continues, the back of my ear is still ringing Keane.

Of course, Dan and Mel were given earplugs as well, but they didn't seem to be ready because they didn't think it was going to be this far. For this reason, the first anger endured by blocking his ears with his hands, but he is still unable to let go.

Because the anger is not going to stop, I hand sign instructions to Mel, Sharon and Dan to go somewhere relatively wide, and I drag Scott there too. I activated the soundproofing magic prop where everyone was in range, but even the proud soundproofing magic prop had a loud sound coming from the wood floor, which prevented me from completely blocking the sound. However, the violent noise levels were removed, so Mel and the others quickly recovered.

Mel asked, "What was that thing now? I haven't figured it out yet." Sharon was also squealing, holding her ear down and shaking her head small, "Still, I feel like I'm hearing something wrong......"

Can't Dan hear the two of them better, "What? I heard."

The three seemed to manage, but Scott seemed still confused, although he regained consciousness. Just in case, hang the healing magic on your head and let it sit in your chair.

(He said he needed healing magic with a roar of joy... Scott's the biggest victim. I should have explained it a little better......)

I had told Scott and the Dwarves would do nothing without clapping. But he seemed to have received that I was joking because he had less experience out of the village and very little immunity to Dwarves. Yesterday's enthusiastic welcome seemed to make me realize that what I was saying was somewhat true, but I guess I didn't think it was going to be this far.

I don't know if it was the healing magic effect or simply recovered by time, but with a gentle shake of my head, I can finally say the word.

"Yes, those are the blacksmiths... what happened?... So, you're okay..."

Though the consciousness is clear, the confusion seems to persist.

"I'm fine. Probably just expressing emotion... maybe so"

Talking about that, the floor vibrations have subsided.

Carefully releasing the Soundproofing Demon Prop still says, "Ugh!," or "I'm glad I'm alive!" and other words have been shouted, but it wasn't as noisy as breaking my ears.

Ulrich, who was nearest, approaches Scott. The look on his face seemed impatient, but when he looked better, his eyes were tears, and he just seemed to be trembling with emotion.

Scott instinctively retreats slightly, but immediately stops when there is no danger.

"Su, Lord Scott... you've done so much good... ho, you've done so well, you've made it..."

Trembling his voice, he was trying to express his emotion, but he didn't seem to be able to put it into words well, and at the end of the day he just repeated the words "well done..."

Scott the one who said it, but I can only nod if you can't believe that you've been so moved by the booze you've made.

I think it will continue as it is, and I give instructions to Scott to say something.

"Take a good look. Guys, I'm so impressed. Because you worked so hard to make it up... say something."

Scott shook his head small,

"No matter what you say... In the first place,“ Scotch ”belongs to Master Zach..."

I controlled Scott's speech with my eyes. I guess he wanted to say I made it, but at the age of four, he seemed to realize that making booze was tantamount to publishing my secret.

And he nodded, "Okay," and started talking to the Dwarves.

"Thank you for being so highly regarded..."

It was the Dwarves who were trembling with emotion and revealing their emotions straight away, but as soon as Scott started talking, it became quiet.

"... thanks to everyone who drinks this scotch..."

Ulrich says to the word, "That's different," but Scott returns the grin, and then continues the conversation.

"No. If it's normal liquor, we can ship it right away. But Scotch needs a“ time ”of at least three years… that's not all. As you can see, Scotch needs more time. Thanks to all of you who can wait for that time, we can continue to make it..."

From among the Dwarves, he said, "It's just me. We'll wait forever!" The voice rose.

"Thank you...... I'm going for even better booze now. The liquor we (...) aspire to is not to this extent. Deeper, more incensed, yes, the supreme liquor… that's what we're after…"

I noticed you highlighted the “we” part, but the Dwarves won't know who it refers to.

"No more booze... that's right..."

Ulrich was crying and squeaking like that.

"I don't know if it will be completed in my place. No, it probably won't be completed. Because there is no end point in brewing...... but I declare this only to the great-great Lockhart family and to all those who love my liquor. Those who inherit my trail are not happy with the status quo either, and if they continue to strive for better liquor than they do now..."

I was impressed.

Scott is a simple craftsman, but his eyesight got hot for showing so much determination.

It wasn't just me, all the dwarves on the spot were touched.

The constant pursuit of the best seems to have struck the minds of the craftsmen.