Dream Life

After noon on September 24, 2017, Tria calendar.

At the request of the Blacksmith Guild, we were to look for distillery construction land, mainly around Ars.

We had a meeting in the morning with the blacksmiths who would make our new weapons, and after noon we were going to the village of Tanak, south of Ars, but when we tried to leave, trouble broke in. They approached me where I had heard them, in a panicked manner by Count Adolphus Edgecomb, who rode them.

Behind him were knights dressed in heavy black iron (candles) coloured armor, equipped with large kite shields, flashy winged helmets and a gorgeous cape woven with silver thread.

The total number is roughly thirty. Everyone is riding, and in front of the Alliance headquarters, they are a bunch of heavily equipped knights.

The Count descended his horse magnificently while flirting his gorgeous cloak and, breathing slightly, began to speak with a play-handed trick like the other day.

"I heard you were going to do a survey of distillery construction land! Your Majesty has ordered an escort from the Knights of Black Steel! We'll take care of the safety on the road!

Looks like the king sent an escort all the way (...) for us. That's the Knights of Black Steel, the regular army of the Kaum kingdom.

In the military system of the Kingdom of Kaum, there are two organizations named Knights. One is the Knights of Holy Silver (Mithril), a close guard, and the other is the Knights of Black Steel, a unit in action. The Black Steel Knights are a heavy-duty cavalry unit of the Royal Kaum Army, formed of cavalry, infantry, archers and magicians, and an elite unit alongside the Holy Silver Knights. The Knights of Black Steel are also responsible for the security of important borders, as is Fort Toa.

The Knights will provide escorts.

My first impression is "annoying.”

Not only did this survey check local water quality and brewery facilities, but it also wanted to see if the village would welcome or alienate the distillery. In common sense, distilleries are golden trees and it is inconceivable to oppose attraction. However, the village to be visited is close to the Wang capital and the current production of produce and barley is abundant enough. Thinking about it, it's not surprising to have a conservative idea that you don't need to do anything more than that right now.

If we build a further distillery, the craftsman will be a trained man in the village of Rasmore. There is no problem if the brewers in this village train in the village of Rasmore and can accomplish it to the end, but unfortunately all the craftsmen coming from Ars now are young and have few responsible classes. If a distillery is to be built in the village of Tanak, the current brewers have no choice but to make distilled liquor under the youngsters or become subcontractors to supply brewed liquor.

Naturally, that's what I wanted to see, because relationships get easier.

But if the counts and knights accompany us, the villagers will have to welcome us. It is unthinkable to defy the powerful in a village close to the king's capital, and, first, if it is to be the king's order, we must build a distillery even if we do not like it.

I sigh heavily in my heart.

(Trouble. It's still at the stage of a possible investigation, and I didn't want the King or the Lords to know...)

I used to do potential (physique) research (studies) and so-called F/S. in the start-up of a new business.

Normally, the F/S of a new business examines customer research, transportation access, municipal incentives, etc., but at the time, when I was removed from the design department and had a sales relationship, it turned to me as a total inexperienced person who knew you would be suitable for both.

What can be said from the experience at that time is that there is nothing busy at this stage when it is sniffed out by the municipalities, or politicians, to be precise.

He was cute if he was going to talk to the top of the company, and in terrible cases, he had his hands turned to his business partners. The business partners have come to ask for information reluctantly, and I remember having a meeting with constant bitter laughter.

(Asking Ulrich will only get the problem wrapped up, and if I say no clearly here, it will make the king's heart certificate worse. That's why if you let me accompany you, I can't accomplish half the purpose... I don't have time, and I just have to say no lightly)

I never said no.

"I greatly appreciate your concern, but our escort has been mercenarized by Chief Drexler and is on time. The guardian of the King's capital, the elite of the Knights, has an important task to protect His Majesty, so it annoys you..."

Uncle Edgekamb raised his right hand and blocked my words,

"Your Majesty is guided by the lords. The protection of the King's capital is more complete than ever. There are no disturbing rumors around the capital."

Apparently, the Count thinks I'm afraid and shy. Thinking about what to say, one of the knights, the highest-ranking knight, has interrupted the story from the horse.

"What does a civilian style say about Gudagda? Then you should be honest with His Majesty. Don't waste our time in a place like this. Let me show you."

A knight who seems to be in his late thirties slightly older than the Earl of Edgecombe, he doesn't try to hide his arrogance, he's a senior aristocrat, he doesn't try to get off his horse.

Uncle Edgekamb said, "Uncle Granger, you will be disrespectful to your guests. Get off the horse first," but ignore his words.

I've never received a mixed word of disdain more directly, and I remember anger for a moment, but I also think it's ridiculous to be able to rub it here.

When I say "but......" to argue with ease, the Grengerberry Knight has yelled in an even more high-pressure manner.

"Don't give me an answer! Right away, but leave for your destination! I'm not free with us!

I talked about my purpose and thought I had to convince you of it.

"As I say, this survey also includes whether the villagers intend to happily accept the distillery. If the symbolic knights of the nation are accompanied, they will hide in their hearts and will not be investigated… If Your Excellency is indeed pushed through the knights' companionship, I would like to say this to His Excellency the Master of Craftsmanship (...) and make it something that we did not ask for this time"

By calling Ulrich His Excellency, I made it sound like it was a request from a blacksmith guild power. He also told me that he would not cooperate with the construction of the distillery in Ars.

With all this said, no matter how little imagination a man lacks, he should find it unpleasant. That's what I thought, but you didn't understand because you're stupid, or is there another reason, you're ignoring my words and waving a whip on your horse in a grumpy fashion.

I've decided to change my policy. I negotiated with Uncle Edgekamb, who still understands the story, and decided to stop the knights from accompanying him.

"I would like to address His Excellency Edgekamb. I cannot thank His Majesty enough for his generosity, but what I have said is also true. Wouldn't it be in keeping with His Majesty's will to obstruct the investigation?"

Uncle Edgekamb becomes an ideological face, "I sure might be," he said.

However, Grenger has been more frustrated and angrily intimidated.

"The adventurer spirit is His Majesty's will and so on... you just have to obey, as you were told!

Uncle Edgekamb said in those words, "Lord Granger! Thank you for your patience!," he reprimands in a vegetarian state, not the usual play-handed narrative.

I shrug my shoulders and turn to Uncle Edgecomb.

"I'm sorry, but this doesn't have to go local, and it's more obvious than seeing fire that the investigation ends in failure. I'm not willing to do research that I know is useless, and you won't want it to be wasted, either."

"That may be the case, but we're not going to throw out an investigation," Uncle Edgecomb has suggested continuing the investigation.

I shook my head.

"We have received an immediate request from His Excellency Mr. Ulrich Drexler, Head of the Blacksmith Alliance (...). However, this is not based on a contract, but only by the friendship (...) between His Excellency the Master of Craftsmanship and our Lockhart family..."

Again, Uncle Granger has been interrupting.

"That's what's wrong! It's none of our business whether you're a master craftsman or a benefactor! We have more lives than His Majesty! Don't make me say it again and again! You civilians just have to shut up and obey our lives!

That's good, but turn the whip towards me as if it represents frustration.

This man named Uncle Granger was so stupid that he couldn't just clean it up because he had no imagination. Honestly, if a man like this accompanies him, he can't possibly investigate or anything like that. I couldn't even understand that. I had to be stunned by the king and the upper echelons of this country.

I felt frustrated and couldn't stop my tone slowly getting harsher.

"As I have said many times, I do not feel compelled to go to the investigation, even though I cannot achieve my purpose. Sure it could be like a civilian such as a second son of a knight from another country..."

Granger pulls the knight's sword (broadsword) through the waist in a slurry. And you pointed that cut at me.

"Come on! Keep talking nonsense with Gudagda!

I am surprised that at the request of the Blacksmith Guild I turned my sword to those who go to investigate the construction of the distillery, but I could not believe that many more blacksmiths did that in front of the Guild headquarters where they come and go. And I felt more in danger than surprised.

A man sent by the king with his life comes with his sword. This fact shows that the Kingdom of Kaum thinks it's no problem to get rid of me.

I was stunned by this fact.

Because at the knee of the Blacksmith Guild, Ars, I had no idea that those in power who were supposed to think about maintaining a good relationship with the Guild would come to the Lockhart family.

(Sounds like my thoughts were sweet. But what is the Kingdom of Kaum thinking? I have no idea...... it's awkward as it is. If this situation continues, Liddy or Mel will erupt. If that happens, I won't be able to clean it up...)

In fact, Mel has his hands on the sword, and Liddy and Sharon are trying to cast magic. The expression of the relatively calm Beatrice and Dan is also stiff, holding the weapon tight.

I gave instructions not to hand sign and I was preventing an outburst.

Uncle Edgekamb panicked at Granger's behavior, "Lord Granger! Do you understand? the meaning of pointing a sword at Sir Zacharias..." but goes into a stop,

"What is Lord Edgekamb afraid of? Aren't you just a kid?"

That's what Granger says and he's smiling coldly.

If we get here, it's clear that Granger's trying to get rid of me. And the man has received his life from the king. In other words, the Kingdom of Kaum (...) is trying to harm us.

If we're going to deal with a nation, if we don't do everything in our power to keep ourselves safe, I and my people are in danger. I decided to be ready and be strong.

"To me, no, if you intend to do us harm, be prepared to do so!

Grenger laughs at my words with his nose.

"You think you're ready? You seem to be able to use some swords and magic, but that kind of thing, it doesn't mean anything here. High nobility of the kingdom (...) Ta, if you put your sword to me, you will put your sword to the kingdom. There seems to be a little bit of a name growing, but there's a wall in the world that you can't cross."

Now I know why this man was hostile to me.

(Perhaps you said that the king here would give me a title in the morning. He seems to think the identity system in this country is absolute because he says what his identity is from earlier... I guess this man doesn't like that a young man like me gets a title... I know he's sorry for a man forty years ago... but why did the king give his life to a man like this?... I'll think about it later. Protecting ourselves is more important now...)

I keep my voice down so I can sound as cold as I can, and after I say to Granger, "If you think you can't do anything, it doesn't matter," you can hear it all around you.

"If the Kingdom of Kaum (...) intends to do harm to me and my people, in the future, the Zack collection will not be sold to anyone living in this Kingdom for good (...)!... I'm sorry for the Dwarf blacksmiths, but as long as I'm here, it means I can't drink the Zack collection forever! If you don't know what this means, make it full!

So I turn my face to Jack Harper, a grumpy guild clerk.

"Jack! No doubt pass on your current words to Ulrich. Say it's my will."

Jack nodded loudly and ran out like a raven. But no one tries to pay attention to it.

Because my words were shocking and I was running through.

Even Granger the Fool seemed familiar with the name Zach Collection, which had become a major commotion the other day. If the blacksmiths are to stop supplying the liquor they are waiting for in tears, the fate of this country will run out.

It is the presence of the headquarters of the Blacksmith Guild that so far the small country, the Kingdom of Kaum, has not been invaded by other countries. If those blacksmiths were gone from the kingdom at the same time, this would be a third-rate country that would only mine and sell raw materials.

Before the most blacksmith guild ever saw this country, the lives of the Grangers themselves would be more at stake by the angry Dwarves.

Perhaps this man realized that now. Of course, not in terms of the fate of the country, but in terms of the crisis of its own life.

He looks around like he's worried about what to do with the sword he's pointing at me. But none of his knights, one of his men, tries to keep an eye on each other.

"Lord Granger! Hand over your sword!

I was worried about delivering it to the word. The sword movement stops. And then he strikes angry at Uncle Edgekamb, shivering at his anger, as if he could roar.

"You mean this me has a falling out! To this Grenger uncle Oswald, nephew of His Majesty and second son of the Duke of Norrish, the heavy town of the nation!

I can roar like that with a bright red face, but Uncle Edgekamb ordered this for one of the accompanying knights, just a glimpse of Granger not delivering his sword, saying nothing and adding a play-handed grand act.

"Order! Say this to Your Majesty immediately! Lord Oswald, Uncle Granger, the second son of the Duke of Norrish (...), said he had tried to harm Sir Zacharias. And here's what to add! The place you tried to harm was in front of the Blacksmith Guild headquarters!

And further towards the Granger,

"I will ask you to pull me up to the royal palace immediately. To your lord, who has forgotten His Majesty's life, there is nothing more to do here."

"I forgot His Majesty's life," groans Granger.

Uncle Edgekamb didn't mean it at all, such as the look on Granger's face.

"This is what His Majesty said.“ Put the safety of Sir Zacharias and his line first ”. Yet your lord set his sword on Sir Zacharias. Are you still going to insist that it's not against your Majesty's life?"

To get here, it seems that Granger, who had blood on his head, also realized that he had committed a major lapse. His men turned not to the commander, but only to Uncle Edgekamb. That is, Granger realizes that he no longer has anything to side with him, and turns pale as he sees his face, which was in a red tide. And I removed the sword I had in my right hand.

The sound of Gachan rang, and the horse was surprised by the sound.

(Didn't you notice this far? Or did someone make you do that...)

Ignore Granger, Uncle Edgecomb turns his body to me.

"I understand what Sir Zacharias is trying to say. However, I just want you to understand that neither His Majesty nor I intended this to happen. I'll pull it up for today, but will you look at it with Your Majesty soon?"

(You see in this situation... what are you thinking?

I said, "Do you see it?," he questioned,

"Your Majesty must also be heartbroken in this case. Perhaps His Majesty will express regret."

(Thank you. What this Count is saying is frigid. You shouldn't have bothered to pick a guy like that on this one either. For example, I guess there's a back... Not really, I don't know the purpose of the Count, but I feel better not to get involved any more... you should stab the nail so you don't get involved from the other side any more...)

I'm as emotional as I can be.

"It is sufficient to ensure that you are even safe (...). I'm terribly sorry, but can't you forgive me for looking at this?"

The Count tries to say something "but..." but I ignored it and kept talking.

"There's something more important than that. There is no doubt that the Drexler master and even the blacksmiths will be angry. Because the senior knight who received His Majesty's life (...) not only interrupted the construction of the distillery, but also tried to harm me, the owner (owner) of the long-running liquor. If I was being disrespectful on that occasion..."

That's all I said, the Count starts panicking.

"No, I, Uncle Edgecomb Adolphus, am responsible for all this lapse. His Majesty just ordered me to... Could you tell the master craftsman that..."

From the middle of the conversation, the play-handed narrative also lurks a shadow and seems quite in a hurry.

There is no evidence, but I still feel that we are getting caught up in a power struggle here.

When I say, "Well, let's tell the master craftsman that way," he gives me a relief look without hiding it.

(Thank you. The nobles of this country don't seem to be doing very well. In that regard, the senior noblemen of Caerm had no loopholes... Uncle Raswell Borderline, the Governor of the Northern Reich, was an excellent ruler, and Associate Baron Gateskel, who tried to assassinate us, was highly capable...)

I was remembering what happened at Castle Welburn, my uncle's castle on the edge of Raswell.

(... At my brother's wedding, there were many aristocrats who came into contact to form friendships with the Lockhart family (of which). There are some Marquis Seawell who turned the man's demise into a handover for the rebels... well, if it didn't happen even with the Demon invasion, no, if it didn't happen, it wouldn't have that much effect if Fort Toa didn't fall. Even if the rulers of this country are of a slightly worse quality......)

Afterwards, Uncle Edgekamb and the others returned to the royal castle, but now they were in havoc in front of Alliance headquarters by the Dwarf blacksmiths who heard of the disturbance.

Ulrich also rushes in a hurry. The hammer "Hammer" is gripped on his right hand and he seems to have rushed in on his way to work.

"Oh, my God! Did you hear about the will?

I'll tell him what just happened.

Starting in Ulrich, the Dwarves were trembling more angrily than we were.

"It would be the King, but it would be the Knights, but the Nons will protect you! No, I have to go put a drop on it now! I'm coming to the royal castle!

That's what I say, I try to make my way to the royal castle.

It's important, but there's nothing wrong with this one, and stopping it here won't stop.

He tells Ulrich trying to rush out, "I'm stopping today's investigation! shouting,"

"I'm sorry, but can you hide me at Alliance headquarters? I don't trust the people on this country."

To my words, Ulrich raised one hand and said, "Whoa!," he admitted, "Jack! I'll take care of the rest!" and went up the hill without turning around.

Behind it follows the Dwarves.

I'm curious to have a hammer in my hand, but it's going to get even bigger when I leave, and in the end, all I could do was drop them off.