Dream Life

After noon on September 23, 2017, Tria calendar.

Combine our welcoming party and taste the Zach collection we have prepared.

The product prepared in the main this time with a good balance of aroma and flavour was most appreciated, but the sour and too strong barrel fragrance was surprisingly highly appreciated.

While Ulrich tilted his neck in the middle of his tasting, he asked about “water”.

"With that said, why do you keep this water? Did I tell you to drink it to the mouthpiece?... and what flavor does the water have? Don't you have any idea?

It is true that when I moved to another Scotch, as I explained, the fragrance was erased once the water was in my mouth, but I did not see an atmosphere that confirmed the taste.

"Scotch is water is life. The taste changes with the water of the plant. At Scott's, I use water from the Finn River running through Rasmore Village, but this guy changes a little depending on the season. When the snow melts in spring and at the end of autumn, it's quite different..."

I explain, "Does it change the taste of water?," he said, with a strange face, alternating two types of water in his mouth.

"I didn't know that."

To Ulrich, who's leaning his neck.

"Spring water contains a lot of snowmelting water. That's why the flavor is a little thin. Conversely, it doesn't rain much in the fall, so it feels a little stiff..."

The water on the Finn River is sourced at the foot of the Aquila Mountains, the Great Mountains to the east.

Volatile water is mainly water with a slightly higher hardness, but spring water is slightly reduced in hardness due to the fact that it accumulates quite a bit of snow in winter.

Conversely, when autumn also deepens, there is little rain water in it because of the teasing dry climate.

It feels like I drank it, but it's not as hard as hard water, but it tastes more stiff than the soft water that I usually drink in Japan.

"Als water is harder. You must feel a little bit like Egumi."

Ars is a city built on the slopes of the Kelsas Mountains and all the water is spring water.

I don't know if that's why, but it's pretty hard.

Not as intense as the French contrex, but likely as Evian or Vittel.

"I don't know, I just found out that water is important for building Scotch."

After all, I couldn't get you to understand everything, but my claim that water matters seems to me.

Scotch finished his tasting, which turned out to be a “brandy” tasting, but this one wasn't so highly regarded. As far as I'm concerned, I thought it was enough marl - distilled liquor made from the squeeze of wine - but the lack of impact on the flavor seemed to increase the armament to the "Scotch” one.

Possible causes would have been the use of a smaller glass and the lack of rinsing after drinking Scotch. If I switched to a new glass so as not to transfer the scent of Scotch until then, and thought about the fuzziness of the scent further, and prepared a brandy glass or a large glass of wine, it could have been a little more highly regarded.

It's not the result either, but it went into banquet mode from the time Brandy was opened.

Sometimes Hogshead barrels - medium-sized barrels containing about two hundred and thirty litres - are available in sufficient quantities, but a scotch that could still be drunk will be available.

Ulrich asked me reluctantly, "Can I eat a knob," and I nodded loudly and admitted.

Afterwards, meals were prepared by Alliance staff. Wine and ale barrels are also brought in, and there are about five barrels lined up in the assembly room.

As if Ulrich had remembered during that preparation, he started talking staring at the tasting glass.

"This glass is pretty good. Is that what you made?

Though distracted by the taste of the Zach collection, he seemed to have noticed it properly.

"Oh, it's what we made. Thanks to the Lockhart family for taking care of us."

"He also handed it out to Welburn... I don't know how much it's worth, but at least a thousand C (krona) would go down..."

I wouldn't do exactly one thousand C (= million yen).

I waved my hands flashing,

"It's better than what I handed out in Welburn, but it's not that far. Precisely something like 300C, I guess. Well, to drink well, so you can hang it to this extent..."

Ulrich exclaims, "To this extent…".

"I was going to give it to the Blacksmith Guild this time, so for what I'm putting in the special finishing touches, it might be a little more valuable, but well not enough to care"

But he shakes his head sideways to deny it.

"I just can't take this. You're a craftsman, too. This guy is worth paying for."

It is worth 144 million yen because there are four hundred and eighty as three hundred C, or 300,000 yen each. From receiving the Zack collection, which cannot be further priced, it seems that he has said that he will pay the consideration.

"Thanksgiving to this extent is no big deal compared to saving the village... this is what we made for everyone..."

Still not likely to convince me, I switch to the argument that it's for booze.

"Plus it's a necessary tool to drink well. If you don't take it, you're in trouble."

Now I've managed to get it to me, but I still don't seem very convinced, and I'm whining about some bumps.

After about a minute, you convinced me, "This guy lets me gratefully take it," and I grinned.

"I'm talking to you, how much can this guy make?

I can't really grasp the intent of the question.

"Right. I think I can make a hundred or two a month..."

Ulrich groaned, "Can you do that much?"

"I was thinking of making this glass official for the Blacksmith Alliance headquarters."

I couldn't get any more intentions, and I said, "Equipment?" and ask back.

"Did I say it in a bad way... I don't know what to say... I mean, the equipment, it feels like a one-person testimony, and I didn't mean to assign it to the new guy who became a member here..."

If you ask me in detail, it seems that the Blacksmith Guild is determined by the veteran blacksmiths in Ars, and the 300 blacksmiths here are qualified to be called “Parents," officially in their capacity as members of the Steering Committee.

When he earned that “parent” qualification, he came up with the idea of giving him a dedicated glass as a sign of it. When asked why, she saw the crest on the table (plate) section of the glass and came up with it.

"... that's not why. It's not enough now, but can you make me about 100 a year? Of course, I'll pay you..."

Ultimately, it was a contract to deliver 100 units per year at one hundred C (krona). Distilled liquor scheduled flights (Scotch liners) will be responsible for transportation.

When the banquet is ready, we will be seated at the front table. We're getting used to it, but Scott seems pretty nervous.

Ulrich gets up and coughs up "ohon".

Set up a jock and say, "The Lockhart family, and Lord Scott's welcome party!" After declaring, lift the jock vigorously.

And the next moment, "Cheers!," he exclaimed in a wild voice.

Plus three hundred Dwarves are just like, "" Cheers! "" and the banquet began.

Unlike earlier tastings, I hear a bright voice from there called Wye, pinching the dishes prepared, and I go ahead with the jock.

Dwarves with jocks to replace us in our seats will come and say thank you to Scott.

About thirty minutes later, Ulrich rose again.

"Guys, listen up! I convey my gratitude to Lord Scott!

The blacksmiths, who know what the story is about, step on their feet and agree.

"Lord Scott. I want you to accept our gratitude."

With that said, a guild official handed a single metal plate to Ulrich. It was about fifty cm x twenty cm of dull silver - what a misrill the material was - and it was carved like this with beautiful decorative lettering on the surface.

"As a testament to our eternal friends, I give you this name.“ Wishkey "'

Ulrich quietly offered the plate,

"The key to fulfilling our wish (...) What is it, Lord Scott? I thought it would be nice to give you your first name... take it."

Scott is bewildered by a story he never thought he would, and looks at me a little better.

Probably worried about whether I can take it on my own.

I laughed and said, "Father has a story to tell. So take it," I whispered to him.

Scott realizes that "whiskey" is the source of the story, with a slight bitter laugh, but seems to have decided to take it into the sincere eyes of the Dwarves.

"Thank you. I'll take it."

When he received the plate while saying so, again, the assembly room was caught in a whirlpool of anger.

It's just that this time it hasn't been as violent as it sounded earlier because each of us is screaming what we want to say.

Scott remembers what happened earlier for a moment, slightly blushing, but soon realizes he's okay and smiles. He then conveyed his thanks to the blacksmiths who would give him their blessings.

After a while, when the noise was slightly sedated, Scott began to offer his apologies.

"We will refine it not to be ashamed of the origin of this name. And for calling someone like me my friend..."

Again, the Word of Blessings ruled the assembly room.

This time, my idea was to give Scott his first name.

I somehow knew that I would be consulted by the blacksmiths, and in fact, I had received the same consultation from Beltram in the village of Lasmore.

Difficult in terms of money or status, but I thought they would accept it if it was just a “name”.

And then I thought, "Wishkey." Whisky spelled “Whisky," but I tried to connect “Wish," meaning “Want," “Wish," with “Key," meaning “Key” to make it happen, and put it in the same language.

For the Dwarves, it is precisely the “key” to fulfilling the “hope” of a stronger liquor than ever before, and it is the perfect “name” they give away. Besides, there's no point in getting involved in future rights, and it's hard to imagine being allowed to lay down from the state. In “MASTER," which means “our Lord” and other celebrities, the Lockhart family may be mistaken for trying to control the Dwarves, but there will be no problem with this.

And the other important thing is that basically the rural civilians around here don't have surnames.

If they had a surname, it was possible that Ulrich and his family would shy away because they would change the first name they were born with. But if Scott doesn't have a last name, giving him a new last name doesn't require him to change the last name he inherited from his ancestors.

Besides, neither the Empire nor Lockhart territory originally forbids you to have a surname, so there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.

When it comes to why you don't have a last name, the best reason is because you don't need one. If it's a small village, “John the Son of Whose Son” or “Tom the East” will suffice.

Often they have a surname because this does not have a surname in a densely populated town, which hinders transactions and especially the collection of taxes. Transactions will be needed in the name of contracts, and the style of taxation in most cities is twofold: income tax and person-to-person tax, requiring individuals to be identified.

On the other hand, farmers rarely do business individually in rural areas, so much so that they trade with small shops or pedestrians that they rarely exchange contracts. In addition, taxes will basically be levied on agricultural land, since taxes will also be levied on agricultural products harvested. For this reason, there is not much need to tighten the identification of residents. By the way, apart from cases such as the Beast Man, even in small villages, he often has a surname, either to clarify the family relationship.

In the case of the village of Rasmore, it is sometimes a typical pioneering village, with few surnames except the Lockhart family and the squire. Naturally, there are people with the same name, but in the way they say "Gordon of South Hill," or “Rob the Hunter," even in Scott's case it used to be called “Scott the Brewery.” Of course, it's now called "Scott the Distiller”.

I suggested this yesterday, but at first, Ulrich didn't understand it at all.

In the case of Dwarves, they basically have a surname, and they can't try to make sense of giving it away, "A surname is something I would take from my parents. First of all, Non La Dwarf hardly uses his last name or anything like that."

But I was immediately good at explaining that it made sense to the surname, and that it was in keeping with their intentions.

Then Scott laughed bitterly and told me what he thought about the name "Wishkey”.

"I soon found out that Master Zach wanted to spread the name" Scotch Whiskey ”. To be honest, I can't say no when I can show you that much thought of the blacksmiths..."

"I'm not kidding this time," I said, shaking my head.

"Truth be told, the word" wishkey ”,“ the key to fulfilling a wish "is not just a Dwarf story..."

I slowly explained what I was thinking.

Another meaning, but this has something to do with the name "Lockhart”.

I always wondered if being born in a house called Lockhart meant anything. It also appears to mean "lockheart," i.e., "locked (locked) mind."

Having lived a gray life in my previous life, I could only imagine that the name "locked in my heart” represented life in Japan. And I was wondering if Scott opened the key to what I wanted to do in my previous life but couldn't, that is, what I had sealed deep in my heart.

One of the things I wanted to do was work on booze. I could have been a liquor maker or a bartender. I liked liquor, and I was longing for the job of making good liquor and getting people to drink it. And it was distilled liquor making that was reborn into this world and brought back memories before working on it.

This distilled liquor making would not have succeeded without Scott and the blacksmith Beltram, and Nicholas the squire in charge of home affairs, either. I can assure you that I would have given up early, especially if Scott hadn't taken it so seriously.

It was certainly possible for me to get my own hands on his behalf. But I have a mission from God. It's harder to think about starting distilled liquor so early than you don't know when this is coming, well, you never would have succeeded so quickly. If I challenge myself to make distilled liquor and give up early because of a mission from God.

Thinking about it, Scott was the key to me, too.

"... with that in mind, I suggested I give you the name“ Wishkey ”"

Scott opened his eyes and was staring at me.

"Well, you don't have to feel so bad. It's like wabbit pushing all the trouble."

"I see what that means...... ok. I feel a little embarrassed, but let's spread the name Whiskey."

When I offered him my right hand, he held me tight.

Scott laughed niggardly,

"And we will do our best to ensure that the highest whiskey, the whiskey in the whiskey, always bears the name of Dear Zach. It's not just the Zack Collection, it's the Zack Selection, and you can have the brand Zacharias."

When I was confused, I added:

"It's not fair that my name is the only one left. Besides, Zach's detention will not exceed a hundred or two years... and we will do our best to increase the number of Dwarf children named" Zach ”in the future."

When they say that with some blown out smile, I just have to smile bitterly, too, but even he seems to favor me wanting to keep my involvement in history in some way.

"Well, some people have become synonymous with fine liquor in previous lives, so why don't you go for it"

"I'd love to."

When Scott said that, he went crazy somehow and the two of us laughed loudly.

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Later, as a whiskey (...) researcher, the famous G.E. Merchant's book, "The Great Toria Whiskey", states this at the beginning.

The term "whiskey” is generally assumed to be "whiskey" by the name of Mr. S. Wishkey. However, testimony remains that the word "whiskey” was commonly used in conversations between Mr. Z. Lockhart, who named it “Scotch”, and Mr. Wishkey, who is said to be the source of the story. It is difficult to think that Mr. Lockhart, who supposedly proposed the name "Wishkey”, misread “Wishkey” and “Whisky”, and that Mr. Wishkey, who has been humble throughout his life, calls the distillery liquor by its own name. From this, there is a theory that “whiskey” might mean something else. For one thing it means “water of life" … (abbreviated) … Various researchers have challenged this mystery, but it has not yet been solved… (abbreviated) … The only thing I can say is that no one is uncomfortable with the name of this “whiskey”. I totally agree with that, too, and I feel it will stick very tighter than "distilled liquor” or “wishkies”. Nor has this mystery been solved yet as to why it is...... '

Also renowned as a whisky critic, in Jack Michaelson's assessment, whiskies crowned “Zach” or “Zacharias” have all scored more than ninety points high.

In addition, he describes the Zach collection in his iconic book, Tria Whisky Companion.

I will not forget how touched I was when I first drank the "Zack Collection" until I die...... (omitted) … In order to bear the name of "Zack” I need to follow strict rules. These three conditions require that it be distilled in Lockhart territory, that it has a minimum age of 10 years, and that the head of all distilleries in Lockhart territory agree to a naming. It is assumed that only one person responsible raises doubts and cannot use the name "Zach” or “Zacharias”. Furthermore, even though the owner of the distillery, the owner, the owner of the Lockhart family, clearly stipulates that this cannot be overridden. It is on record that this strict rule was laid down by Mr. Scott Wishkey and then Lockhart family owner Sir Masaias Lockhart, his valiant son Sir Rodrik Lockhart...... '

He also mentioned the quality of the Zach collection.

'... there can be no artifacts in this named whiskey. On a number of occasions, to be precise, objects have flown onto the market, but the Chamber of Commerce, which deliberately flowed onto the market, has been sanctioned by the Blacksmith Guild, whose name has not already been retained. Furthermore, the Commercial Guild Branch to which the Chamber belonged has taken into account its relationship with the Blacksmith Guild and the Branch Manager has resigned in charge. Since then, surveillance by commercial guilds has intensified, and merchants are said to have been very cautious in trading in distilled liquors named "Zach”. This was not limited to the merchants. He has spoken of a nobleman in the Caerm Empire as making money if he manufactures artifacts, but within a few months he fell. Worried about his relationship with the Blacksmith Guild, one Marquis allegedly turned his hand around, but it has not been revealed as true or false...'

And this is what it said at the end of the volume.

'... if I find a bottle crowned “Zach," I will buy it without hesitation. I can assure you so. However, I can barely afford that opportunity because I barely get on the market because of its rarity......'