Dream Life

Tria history around 2: 00 pm on March 21, 2018.

A line of carriages spanning twenty kilometers arrived in the village of Rasmore. Every carriage is stamped with a gilt hammer and gold floor Anvil, and it is obvious that it is a carriage belonging to the blacksmith's guild.

The villagers stop their farming hands and look at the line of their carriages. You should be used to blacksmith guild carriages these days, but you just can't seem to hide your surprise that so many carriages, which also include carriages for carriage as well as passengers.

The first messenger has already arrived in the Museum Hill, and there is no confusion in the Lockhart Mansion, including mine. Yes, today was the day that representatives of the Blacksmith Guild Branch, starting with Wellburn, arrived in the village.

The leading carriage was ridden by Jonathan Water, an Alliance official seconded to the village of Rasmore, who had instructed the passenger carriage and the destination of the carriage. He had been in the city of Kilnarek the day before to welcome the blacksmiths.

The carriage deviates east in front of Kitagaki Hill, and only a single passenger carriage comes towards Kangakakakaki Hill.

A nostalgic face appeared out of the carriage when I greeted him in front of the Gate of Museum Hill, my brother Rod and I, and even more members of Zach Sextet.

"You look good!," cries the blacksmith Guild Welburn Branch Manager, the cracking bell of Dagenhardt Grabsch. Soon after, five Dwarf blacksmiths just like him came down from the carriage. All of them were in-laws who were face-to-face at a banquet in Welburn.

When my brother says "Welcome to the village of Rasmore," the venue is surrounded by a soothing atmosphere. After warming up an old relationship, I said, "What are you talking about? Let's head to the mansion," said Dagenhardt and the five blacksmiths, not going back to the carriage, but trying to walk straight to the mansion.

I could take a carriage to the Mansion, but I just thought it would be awkward to get a carriage into the Lords' Hall. This didn't happen back in the day, but these days they recognize the whole hill as a mansion because of the splendid gate at the foot of the hill.

I said, "I don't mind climbing in the carriage," but I walked straight up to the mansion.

I knock over the gate while we chat, but they still care about the red brick building on Dwarf. I haven't explained anything yet, but I'm probably sensing that there's booze there by smell.

Even if the Dwarves do something about booze these days, they are less surprised.

(Sometimes you get used to everything. If it was before, I would have heard, "How do you know that?" But now I just think, "Right.” Mel and the others all look normal so I guess they think the same as me......)

While climbing the hill, I will briefly describe the four vaults, but the moment I hear Scotch has nearly two thousand barrels, the eyes of the Dwarves shine out. The expression shining may be somewhat inaccurate. I saw it on the documentary show, because it looked just like the eyes the raptors found their prey in.

(The Great Eagle who found the rabbit, that looks just before it flies too... and I guess every time the Dwarves come here, they have these eyes... more importantly, what happens if they see those massive barrels...)

My eyes look firmly at the reservoir and keep looking as I walk past the side.

(It's clever. thick neck but I wonder how far it goes...... I hope it falls......)

He was turning his neck like an owl, but he finally looks forward to seeing if he just gave up when the mansion approaches.

"I'll show you the vault later. I'm calling Scott, I'm calling the other blacksmiths."

The Dagenhardts said, "Oh!," he said joyfully, bowing his head without Johnny panicking next to him. It's about Johnny, so I feel like I've already arranged it, but I decided not to ask about it.

In front of the mansion began my father and grandfather, and those who were the lords of the Lockhart family were picking me up.

When my father casually hangs the words of welcome, "Welcome to our territory," Dägenhardt also bows his head to the special victory, "Please do me a favor".

I wondered what you'd like me to do, but I wouldn't ask you this either.

In the meantime, my grandfather, Govan, approached Dagenhardt and said, "Long time no see. She looks fine and most importantly," she smiles and bashes her shoulder. The trick was more like a soldier or a mercenary than a knight, and his brother and sisters had their eyes rounded. I was a little surprised, too. My grandfather greeted me so casually because I don't know anything but Liddy.

(I know it's a familiar old fashion, but I rarely talk about Welburn... it's called Beltram, it's called Dagenhardt, what kind of past do you have...)

My grandfather was knighted in Wellburn before being taken by the nobles and pulled here to the village of Rasmore. For once, I have heard the story from my father and my servants, but not the details. The squire, of course, doesn't seem to be going to teach his father or his grandfather not to speak for himself, and neither his mother nor his brother knows the details.

They invite the Dagenhardts to the mansion to talk about Welburn and so on, but the Dwarves are restless, and both my grandfather and father come here to realize what caused it, and they laugh bitterly.

"Show the Dagenhardts the vault. I don't think I can help it."

When I nod loudly at my father's words, I say, "For now, shall I go and worship Scotch" and put my hand on Dagenhardt's shoulder. "Are you just worshipping me," he muttered in a pitiful voice, so I almost erupted, but I can manage that.

"The tasting of the Zach collection is at night. It's a banquet in a couple of hours, so just be patient with the Zach collection."

In my words, the Dwarves stood up in unison and said, "Ooh!" He shouts and sticks his hands out into heaven. I remembered what happened in Ars for that change in expression.

(Exactly the same. Well, the long-awaited sake (Zach Collection)...)

I don't know what it feels like. But next, when I think the same thing is repeated every time Periclitle or Doctus Dwarf comes along, I get a natural grin.

When I go outside the mansion, I see a group of about twenty Dwarf-like people walking toward the Hall Hill. It's hard to tell because of the distance, but it moves fast when the short, thick legs do it. It's closer to a small run than walking. Again, it looks like Johnny had arranged it beforehand.

I get my sleeve pulled from behind. I heard Liddy whispering, "It's okay, isn't it?" Not only Liddy, but Beatrice and Dan are worried faces. In the meantime, for some reason, only Mel and Sharon were laughing at Nico.

"I don't know what you're worried about, but maybe it's okay"

After I said that, for some reason, my anxiety passed and I shook up bluffly.

"Today (...) should be okay. No, even today (...) I think I'm fine......" I gradually lose confidence in my own words.

(It's just a tour of the vault. Whatever the case, Dwarf is a sincere race against booze. You won't drink it on your own, and there shouldn't be any anxiety elements...)

When I say that to myself, I say, "Everyone seems on their way too, shall we rendezvous in the vault," and I go down the hill.

Twenty-five bearded men gathered in front of the vault.

Me and Scott stand forward. For some reason, Liddy and the others were watching this one a little further away.

"He's Scott Wishkey, head of distillation," the moment I said, the Dagenhardts said, "Ooh!," he exclaims, gathering around Scott. And kneel at him simultaneously.

That speed was above my highest speed using demon fighting techniques. Probably comparable to Beatrice's speed, which would even be difficult for ordinary people to follow with their eyes.

But I could still afford it. Because it was within our expectations that this would happen.

The Dagenhardts said, "I missed you, Lord Scott!," he shouts. The figure was that of a patriarch and an avid believer.

(In a way, it's like religion. The purpose of living, the sacred things that are difficult to substitute for anything, the things to defend even if you make the world your enemy... this sounds like a radical religion...)

Though Scott also met at first, experiencing a fervent welcome at Ars, he immediately returns to me, bowing his head, "Welcome everyone," and smiling, "It is very encouraging for you all to appreciate the liquor I have made so much".

And then I say, "Well, whatever you're doing, let's head inside the reservoir," and get the Dwarves up.

Standing up at the same time, following Scott in the lead, he makes a clean line and heads to the reservoir. Because of the height difference between Scott and the Dwarves, for a moment, the figure also looked like a teacher leading the elementary school. Of course, since there are no elementary school students with bearded bodies, the image disappeared immediately.

Pushing open the heavy door of the reservoir, a similar voice leaked to the Dwarves' sighs and immediately asked, "Is this all Scotch!" or, "How many are there!" The voice goes up. Still, there was nothing like running over to the barrel, making a big deal out of behind Scott.

(I thought we were getting closer to the barrel, but that's a sincere race for booze. Or because we have “Patriarch” Scott...)

With a smile on Dwarf, me and Scott briefly go through the description of the vault.

Dwarves who were supposed to be listening for explanations, but their gaze was nailed to the barrel in front of them. I was so serious with my eyes that I thought they would just drink it from my gaze.

(The share of barrel angels around here is going to be more than usual. No, maybe he's pushing the angels away and drinking...)

The whiskey gradually diminishes as it ages. I call this “angel's share” or “angel's share" - Angel's share - but only today, the angels seemed to shy away, so much so that they poured their strong gaze into the barrel.

Especially when I found a barrel with the "ZL” initials, I whispered, "Is that the Zach collection?" and so much so that I wondered if my gaze would leave a hole in the barrel.

From the back: "It's a corner. Let's have a three-year tasting," I said, and the dwarves turned together. It was such an undisturbed move that I thought it was, as always, a mass game in the country of a certain dictator. Though he smiles bitterly, he immediately regains his mind and says, "Get me a glass. It should have been in the mansion......" he tried to ask Johnny.

But the word is blocked by Dägenhardt as "not extending to it".

For a moment, I couldn't understand the word.

So much so that I thought for a moment whether Dwarf would refuse Scotch's tasting, the foretaste of a heavenly mutation, or the raid of God's enemies.

Convinced, however, by the following words and actions of Dägenhardt:

"There's no need to prepare it," he said, removing the glass from a pouch wrapped around his waist. And with him, all Dwarves take out the glass in the same way.

The glass was a gift I gave you last September.

"Do you always carry it with you? If he hits something, it cracks," he questioned, "I'm fine," said Dagenhardt, taking out more of the stuff from the porch.

That was a wooden jock.

"I'll wrap it in a cloth in this guy, so I'll be fine," he says, removing a cloth that looks soft from the jock.

"No, maybe so... you don't have to bother carrying it around," he said. "We Dwarves are always with jocks. I can't calm down without this on hand," he explained with a serious look.

I couldn't say anything more and could only answer "oh". Scott had lost his word the same way.

(I think Ulrich also said Dwarf was always with booze... I don't think Beltram did that... no, I always feel like I had a jock on hand. When I was with Beltram there was most alcohol entanglement, so I wasn't uncomfortable carrying it... with that said, Meena - Beltram's wife - or Kurt - the son of Dagenhardt who is coming to training - you always had a jock on hand... I wonder what I've been looking at...)

When I was thinking about it, Sharon asked me, "What should I do to prepare for a tasting?"

"Oh," he answers, "Scott, I'm sorry, but I need you to get ready," he says. I just started getting ready and I said to Sharon, "How can you be so calm?" I asked.

"Everyone at Dwarf always has a jock... and Johnny talked to me about what to do..."

When I heard the story, he was being consulted by Johnny when I was on a reconnaissance at the foot of Aquila about what to do because he cared about the reservoir and didn't know what was going to happen.

When I asked him how he answered, he said, "Master Zach would surely talk about a tour and tasting. So I thought I should be ready," he replied with a very natural look.

(Then you can tell me... no, I guess it's because I couldn't afford it. The same goes for Luna, and for the village defense plan... not yet, I am. I didn't know I would let my fifteen daughters care......)

When he was consulted, he suggested that he gather at the Museum Hill in advance and bring in a glass. Looks like Johnny explained it to the Dagenhardts in the city of Kilnarek. I was impressed with the brilliant hand-wound but slightly frightened.

"... that won't take long, and I thought I didn't have to bum out before the welcome feast... I didn't have to talk to you"

That's what I say and I keep my head down.

"No, there's nothing particularly wrong with that. Thank you, too," he says, stroking her head.

I've been past my head there.

"Have you ever been consulted, by the way?"

"There was only one thing," Sharon smiled as she tilted her neck, answering, "Big deal......" I was wary, and when I asked what it was like,

"You should bring in some beer or wine, I told you"

Even more so, I realize if the number of carriages was high. But I didn't understand Sharon's intentions.

"We have wine and beer in our village, and you can buy them from Kilnarek"

Sharon says, "Right," but "I thought drinking too much alcohol here would be the source of Scotch and brandy, so I couldn't make it. Different?," he answered anxiously.

I almost said I wouldn't drink that much, but I immediately reconsidered.

(Sure, if it's just the Dagenhardts, it's fine, but at least ten from four cities, and ten or more from Ars... even from Imperial Primes when we're talking about Johnny... Sharon's judgment is reasonable. alcohol will disappear from around the village......)

"No, thanks. Because I didn't realize that much. And you didn't bother to talk to me, so don't worry about it."

Sharon laughed nicely at my words and responded cheerfully with "yes".

A similar tasting was then given to the ritual.

Was the tasting exceptional among hundreds of barrels, the Dagenhardts slowly tilt the glass with a satisfying grin but listening to Scott.

After tasting all the way through, Dägenhardt came to thank me.

"You have an exceptional scotch to drink here. I also feel the air contains scotch"

After all, the angels of today don't seem to dwell on their share.