Dream Life

Tria history March 10, 2018.

The carriage of the Marquis Seawell, a senior nobleman of the Caerm Empire, arrived with the distilled liquor regular flight (Scotch liner). A Marquis man was involved in Beatrice at his brother Rodrick's wedding ceremony last September, so he brought the famous Seawell red wine as a fine wine as an apology.

I was preparing to ship the Zach collection in Scotch's vault, and I was supposed to lead Viscount Ignacious Radford, the name of the Marquis family, to the mansion.

Viscount Radford is a magnificent man with a sinister feel and no gorgeous feel. The only civilian I know who serves a senior aristocrat is Baron Ferdinand Oldham, the housekeeper of the Raswell Borderline Uncle, but the Viscount feels sharp enough to think of the word "spicy arm” against the baron who gets the impression of being sophisticated and warm.

When I finished greeting my fathers, the Viscount turned to me and said, "I have kept five barrels of the finest wine of the Seawell family from His Excellency the Marquis. Give it to me," he said, pointing to the carriage with his right hand with graceful courtesy.

On my behalf, I said, "Thank you. Tell the Marquis that," he bows his head. The Viscount nodded contentedly at what I had received, not his father, and smiled, "Message to Your Excellency, I do accept," he said.

My father says, "It's a crude mansion, but come here," and leads the Viscount and about ten of his entourage to the mansion.

It's not supposed to be me, but the Lockhart family. The Lord's father should receive it. However, this disturbance was caused by the involvement of Jonas, my “fiancé”, the Seawell man, and Beatrice and I have decided to take it “personally”, regardless of the Lockhart family. By the way, Beatrice isn't here because he's out in the woods scouting because it's troublesome to meet with the messenger.

The reason I personally receive it, but the Seawell family has informed me of their intention to show in advance that they are cordial with me personally, and the best reason for this is that I have given it a form to go with it. It is clear that the Seawell family has the aim of trying to take me in and showing that they are in a good relationship with Zacharias individual against the Blacksmith Guild, but I dared to swallow their demands.

It bothered me quite a bit at first. The Seawell family is a Marquis family and a prestigious family with which the current Emperor is also related. The fact that the Marquis will give away the finest wine to a knight without a title, which is said not to give way even to a nobleman with a title, and that the further giver will receive it without paying a legitimate price, albeit an apology, does not seem to make the Lockhart family proud.

And the amount is a problem.

The wagon was loaded with a large bat barrel - a large barrel containing about five hundred litres - and that's five barrels. I hear that in monetary terms, three thousand C (krona) per barrel (= three million yen) will not be lowered, and if you refill it into a bottle and retail, it will be a minimum of ten C (= 10,000 yen) per bottle.

It would be worth about 6,000 C if I could take 600 bottles per barrel. That's five barrels, so even if you think about it simply financially, it means 30,000 C, or 30 million yen worth of gifts. Moreover, the wines of the Seawell family are rarely available even if the nobles below the Viscount so desire. To the extent that even the Count can get the bottle stuffed - stuffed in a pottery bottle, not glass - stuff in dozens, only more than the Marquis can get it in barrels.

If so much wine were to be given annually, it could be said that it would be too excessive for a knight's house, regardless of the greater nobility than the Marquis. Furthermore, it is likely that fathers and grandfathers will shy away from being gifted annually.

It doesn't make much sense when they refuse to receive it in a year or two because I want to show that I am in good faith with me that can move my blacksmith guild to use it as a marquis also for political tactics in Imperial Capital. The Marquis, who has no eye for alcohol, including around here, thinks I can laugh better when I receive it, and has nominated me.

I know somehow what the Marquis thinks, but turning down from here to the senior aristocrats stands a horn. I have a relationship with the Raswell Border Uncle, and I didn't have the option of turning down the Seawell family offer. I don't have a problem with it because it also has the full advantage for this one, that is, that you get good wine, but it doesn't feel very good to be driven the way they think. I'm not going to give you back the fun, but I'm going to surprise you with something.

The wine is to go down the hill again and be received in Scotch's vault. This is because there is no space for bat barrels in the Lockhart family mansion and a reservoir with lifting equipment is more convenient to handle hundreds of kilograms of barrels.

Rendezvous with the fathers after giving instructions on where to receive the wine. My grandfather and brother, who had been training vigilantes at the training ground, had also already rendezvoused, and the Lockhart family's much less large hall was overflowing with people.

While the fathers are dealing with the Viscount, Nicholas and his servants will arrange for a place to stay for their entourage. You shy away from the fact that it is just the Knight's House on the Border, or even though the Viscount Principal visited it as the name of the Marquis, the number of attendants who came to the Mansion is small. There would have been at least three or forty people, including escorts, but the escorts seemed to be staying at the village inn, waiting for instructions at the foot of Kanga Hill.

Three brother-in-law Rosalie, a samurai Angie, and Elena wore dresses for the first time in a long time. I've been in training for horseback riders here lately, and often spent time in leather armor or horseback riding clothes. For Rosalie, the Seawell family is kinship - the main Clement hits her maternal uncle - and Viscount Radford is also related to the Seawell family, so she seems to be dressed respectfully.

My younger brothers were more dressed than usual, and in this they looked like me in work clothes. In my case, I wanted to get dressed while my father said hello to me, but not only would I show him to the mansion, but I would be handing over the wine in the same flow, and I missed the time to get dressed. I can't say I have a choice, but it doesn't change what's floating.

In the meantime, when my grandfather and brother exchanged greetings, I headed to get dressed.

Sometimes this is an apology to Beatrice, and she and I both attend dinner tonight. Today, in the name of healing the fatigue of the journey, I entertain only the Viscount and the accompanying men, who were the Lord, in the Mansion, but the hall was too narrow for Beatrice alone. "That's easier said Liddy," when she heard you didn't have to attend, "she laughed happily. Tomorrow I plan to use the school classroom for a banquet that includes accompanying people.

Get dressed and go back, but we still have time after 3: 00 p.m. and dinner time. When my father asked Viscount Radford, "How about a bath proud of my village," he said he wanted to see Scotch's vault first.

My father suggests that we should see it on the way to the bath, and the Viscount also agrees "absolutely". When this happens, guidance will naturally be my job.

"Let Zacharias guide you. Zach, I asked for it."

Viscount Radford and three accompanying knights, plus two more civilian figures, seem to go on a tour. I guess the three knights are escorts, but I guess the civilian will go check Scotch's reserves.

(I wouldn't have any trouble showing it, but you'd be surprised to see just about two thousand barrels. On the contrary, they're going to say why you can't turn one or two barrels when this is all you have...)

Down the hill from the mansion to Scotch's vault.

On the way, the Viscount noticed a school on the west side and asked, "What is that building?," he asked.

"That's school. Now most of the kids go by till they're about ten."

I hear it's school, I round my eyes. The fact that there is a school in such a small village on the border is in itself astonishing. Not only that, but the fact that very few school buildings of this magnitude are in large cities would also cause surprise.

"By the way, since when? And what is the literacy rate for villagers?

That's what Ledley Sutherland has heard about one of the accompanying civilians, a seriously looking man with glasses on the fine side.

Explain that the school itself has been around for about eight years, and that the literacy rate is about 70%. And with a bitter smile,

"I also recommend education to adults, but there are many people who are very troublesome... as far as we are concerned, all villagers want to be able to read and write easily..."

It has lasted more than a decade, including patrol classes, but many adults in their forties and older still don't want to study any more cumbersome now. I guess sometimes it means that pride won't allow you to study with your kids and not remember you better.

In response to my explanation, Sutherland said "70% …" and no longer heard anything more. Furthermore, the Viscounts had lost their words with their eyes open.

I fully understand why they are surprised. Even Doctus, said to be an academic city, has a literacy rate of about 50% if the new city is added.

Exactly in the old town, where colleges and private schools hiss, the literacy rate is more than 90%, but it is unusual that the neighbouring villages are aiming for a comparable literacy rate, which is why they lost their language.

I don't know the literacy rate of the Caerm Empire, but it probably shouldn't even reach 20% in urban areas. A pioneering village like ours can be about one percent. He says it's not so unnatural that there's only one or two people in the village who can read and write letters.

Silently, we arrived at Scotch's vault.

Distillery Liquor Regular Flights (Scotch Liner) have just arrived today, and although shipping has not yet begun, Distiller Scott and Scotch Liner head Nathan Barlow had a loading meeting.

We have been shipping the Long Aged Liquor Zack Collection since last September, but just after six months, the Barrows are no longer as surprised as they were at the beginning. Still, he said he was still paying close attention.

"... If anything happens to the Zach collection, what happens to the blacksmiths... it's just horrible I can't predict..."

I had no choice but to snort at his words, which I say with a distant eye.

Scotch's reservoir is now up to four buildings, but construction on the fifth has already begun. It is planned to be completed around May, as it is a parallel project with the construction of the school's gymnasium.

Guiding the Viscounts of Radford to the vault, Scott cut up a story with Barlow and tried to back off. He seemed reluctant because he was an associate of one of the empire's leading grand nobles.

I invited Scott, "I'm Scott, the distillation manager. The best Scotch here is by his hand," he introduces. Both the Viscount and his entourage seem to know the name Scott, "Well, is this the famous Lord Scott? You're younger than I thought," the Viscount said of his thoughts.

Scott is forty-four, but he thought he was older because the Dwarf blacksmiths, over a hundred years of age, handled things that he wouldn't even put down there.

"Today it's just the reservoir, but we're also thinking about visiting the distillery tomorrow," he says, then asks Scott to accompany him "I'm sorry, but I need you to stay with the guide".

I could explain, but the Viscounts also thought it would be more convincing to hear the explanation from Scott, the world's best distiller.

As it were, I would go into the vault, but the moment I opened the big door, the Viscounts would say, "Oh!" The exclamation leaked. Hundreds of barrels lined up neatly in front of me, and I guess I was overwhelmed by that number.

"Five hundred and fifteen barrels are stored here. One hundred three-year items are shipped this year, others are for long-term maturation, the oldest being 3006 years old 11 years ago…"

The Viscount snorted firmly at Scott's explanation, and the civilians behind him were desperately taking notes. When I finished explaining, Viscount Radford roared, "I didn't know there was so much..." and asked me the question I expected.

"If we have this much in stock, aren't we somewhat accommodating too? My lord tells me you only have to turn it around to Ars.

When I answer that question, I signal Scott with my eyes.

"I do think it looks massive to the average person. I thought the same thing at first."

The Viscount could not grasp the intent of my words and leaned slightly on his neck, but did not pinch his mouth in particular.

"Does Your Excellency know how much alcohol the Dwarves consume?

The Viscount shook his head sideways and replied, "I can't imagine". I smile at the answer. I pounded a nearby quarterbarrel,

"The scotch consumed by one Dwarf will now (...) be two-thirds of this barrel, i.e., about eighty litres. This doesn't include beer or wine consumption, just Scotch."

"That's less than I thought," the Viscount murmurs in a small quarterbarrel.

"Scotch alcohol (alcohol) here is eight times higher than standard beer and about four times higher than wine. So if one Dwarf converts the amount he drinks into wine, it will be more than three hundred litres. I mean, this one barrel and the barrel of wine I got from the Seawell family, in terms of alcohol, is pretty much the same…"

The Viscounts opened their eyes wide to this fact. I don't care, I'll keep talking.

"And the amount of two-thirds barrels this year is too little for the Dwarves. They want at least three times what they do now, two barrels a year."

The Viscount didn't say to anyone, "You say our wine is two barrels... and that's the minimum amount you need..." and he was squealing like that.

"And the blacksmiths in Ars are three hundred in the parent class alone, including others, preferably over a thousand. If you add more nearby towns and villages, it will swell up to thousands of people. That's not all. There are nearly five hundred dwarves in Periclitle who are sending Scotch now. Also, Welburn has..."

So far as I have said, the Viscount raised his right hand and said, "I fully understand. I did quite understand that this was not enough at all," he stopped talking about me in a slight hurry.

There are many Dwarves waiting for Scotch, and the Seawell family seems to have noticed the suggestion that they want to get Scotch until they turn those Dwarves to their enemies.

In fact, as a matter of fact, it is impossible to satisfy the demand for dwarves worldwide in the village of Rasmore alone, but it seems likely to bribe me if I can show this many barrels. When I visited the distillery of a major manufacturer myself, I was impressed with the amount and thought that this would cover consumption throughout Japan.

"The bulk of what we have here is long-aged liquor, commonly known as the" Zack Collection ”. In other words, it's the first product to be matured in ten or twenty years, and it looks like it's in stock, but it's actually still being" manufactured "..."

Saying so, the Viscount said, "I see. I still feel convinced that I'm about to make it.

"Do you want to do this much for the impeccable story and just have a little tasting? Including, of course, the Zach collection."

"Can you give me a drink! No, can I have a drink? What the blacksmiths resent..."

The threat seems to have worked too well, and I am resting on my mouth.

"From the minute you check the quality for this shipment, just look at the flavor a little bit. Not as much as it affects quantity."

When I said that with a laugh, I had a relief look on my face.