Dream Life

By the end of the Dwarves' tour of the reservoir, the day had already begun to tilt.

But this tour is not over yet.

I was trying to get him to take a bath at the end of the journey and heal his fatigue. We are tasting in three squads and have each squad take a bath. But the Dwarves are not used to the culture of bathing. I can't accompany Dan as an explanator because I can't accompany him for tastings up to three squads.

For once, the men's water has a capacity of thirty so that everyone can enter after the vigilante's training. For a wide width, it's slightly narrow for the Dwarves, but not enough to keep them out. It feels a little busy because the tasting in the reservoir is about thirty minutes per shift, but it would be just the right time to sweat.

After tasting up to the third squad and heading to the public bathroom, the square in front of the facility had been transformed into a "stand-up drinker”.

"This guy is awesome!" Ulrich's voice echoes in a good mood. The jock grips firmly in its hand and drinks up quickly.

The tightening of the tour was to “taste the beer in the bath”.

Sharon cooled every barrel of beer so that the dwarves out of the bath could drink freely. Before I took a bath, Dan explained, he was skeptical then.

But there was no way that cold beer didn't taste good on my lit body in the bath, and when I started taking a sip, it became a stand-up liquor store at once.

When I laughed and said, "It's a Rasmore Village specialty.“ It's a cold beer in the bath. "" It's a specialty. This is the only place I can taste such a delicious beer, "Ulrich and the others nod.

In fact, this combination would be difficult outside of this village. The bath itself, it's a rarity, and even if there's a hot spring, there's never a beer left behind. Even if there is, there is no skill to cool it.

They say there is a bath culture around the imperial capital of the Caerm Empire, but it's only me and Sharon who can cool every barrel of beer, and even Viscount Ignacious Radford, famous as a gastronomer, never had a cold beer in the bath.

"Scotch isn't the only one who drinks. If you devise a way to drink it, beer will taste supreme too. Don't you think?"

When I say that, the Dwarves jock up and agree, "Yes, yes, yes."

It makes sense that I brought this project to the end of this tour. Of course, there's the original meaning of having your journey fatigued in the bath, but I wanted to tell you that alcohol can be tasty or unpleasant in a drinking situation.

As can be seen from the “liquor rejection” of the Dagenhardts, a diagram called liquor-scotch is emerging among the Dwarf blacksmiths. It may be a good thing for our village, but there are different kinds of liquor and I think we should enjoy each one.

I always thought just gabbing Scotch wouldn't make me enjoy drinking. But it's wild to mouth the way people drink. That's why I wanted to tell you about it with more practical examples than just putting it directly in my mouth.

"Sure, if it's such a delicious beer, I'd love to drink it every day! I'm not looking forward to the evening banquet," Gaelnote said as he vacated some jocks.

(Shit. I think I might have raised the hurdle myself...... well, I have a lot of hobbies in mind, so I think I can handle it......)

"It's really delicious," said Queen Kati, who was jocking and beering with the Dwarves, in an elegant manner. It's classy, but it's strange because it's not at all uncomfortable to mix with the dwarves who jock around saying puhar.

"If you let Mr. Zach or Mr. Sharon become a court magician, you can drink this every day, right? I would ask His Majesty if you could give me the terms... what do you think?" and I have been soliciting both jokes and serious.

"I'm sorry, but I refuse everything," Ulrich replied, "You're not innocent! Katie," she said, embarrassed.

Katie said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just kidding. Ho ho ho ho," but I have no idea how serious it is.

It will take more than thirty minutes for the third squad to be satisfied and will return to the workshop by the time the sun begins to set.

The workshop assembly room was already ready and a beautiful glass of crystal was arranged on the table. This time Scotch plans to serve a decade-long Zach collection and an unsold eleven year item.

Other decade-long brandies, five-year-old carbates (...) s- Apple brandies. It is named after Calvert - and there are wines from the Marquis of Seawell in the southern part of the Empire, as well as precious rotten wines brought to you by Kati. Seawell wines in particular are prepared with the best of bottle maturation.

Exactly close to a hundred people, not all glasses are the best, but the wine glasses are going to have about twenty large boulder-type ones ready for you to enjoy the fragrance. Drinking is an orthodox tasting glass used by Sommelier, which was prepared for the number of people.

The first tasting servants of the Zack collection will be two of us, Zack Sextet and the stepsister Rosalee's maid of honor.

This member is used to banquets so there are no problems, but due to the tasting of the Zack collection, the load is heavy on Blacksmith Alliance employees other than Jonathan Water.

Of course, after tasting the Zach collection, the staff will serve as usual. Even so, I'm also a facilitator, so I should barely be able to drink after that.

Five-legged glasses per person are brilliant in the pale light of the lighted demonic prop.

Let's start with a taste of Seawell wine, not the Zack collection.

"Okay, gentlemen. I would like to have a taste of our liquor before this feast. First of all, it's the proud red wine of the Marquis Seawell family of the Caerm Empire."

My words leak a discouraging sigh of "Ah" from the Dwarves. Ulrich opens his mouth reluctantly, as if to speak for the thought, "Nong et al want a drink of the Zach collection..."

"It makes sense for once. I'm sorry, but I'll let you do this tasting in my fashion," he says, "Well..." and he lowers his back.

"I'll leave this place to Mr. Zach! To the best of my knowledge of Me, Mr. Zach is the most alcoholic person in this," Kati followed. When I greeted Kati, I started pouring wine into the glass. Liddy and the others pour wine on the signal.

Sweet to the unique sweetness of red wine, the fragrance then spreads to the assembly room with a fruity taste of the grapes.

The Dwarves' expressions change to that scent.

"Is this the scent of wine? It's completely different from the scent that Non knows..."

Such a grunt is whispered everywhere.

Where the glass has gone to everyone, I say "I'll explain briefly" and lift the glass.

"This wine is aged in a special way, specifically by my magic. The maturation period hits fifteen years if no magic is used. Enjoy the fragrance first and slowly include it in your mouth"

Everyone lifts a glass to my words and smells the scent.

"" Ooh! "" The twist leaks. And when I included a bite, I opened my eyes simultaneously.

"This is great wine! It's not comparable to the wine I've ever had! Including, of course, the wine I received from the Marquis Seawell!

Katie stood up and screamed like that, adding, "What a fuzzy scent! And tongue-in-cheek like a billord! I can't believe this is wine!," he said, expressing his emotion aloud.

"Until now the wine has not aged, and it contained fine starches. This wine is carefully aged in bottles. Wine can be so gentle if it takes a lot of work."

The wines of this world are only fermented and then aged in barrels for a few months and consumed as they are. As a result, it becomes a young, rough wine, with an unbalanced aroma and acidity. After transferring from the barrel to the tank and quietly precipitating the starch, it was placed in a bottle and allowed to sleep slowly, thus removing the roughness and making it a fragrant wine. Incidentally, it is a process of removing starch, but because there are methods of using egg whites and filters, but I do not know the specific method, I have adopted a method of precipitating them with tanks.

"I'm sorry we don't all have a minute, but feel the scent in a large glass. I think the aromatic aroma of black grapes will be even more pronounced than the glass earlier."

I smell the scent one by one in my words. Every time I smell it, I say, "Ooh!" The sentimental voice rises.

Kati stood up again, spreading her hands like a stage actress, "What a fancy" kaguwa "scent... this really is the wine. It's the art of alcohol! scream." Its right hand is firmly gripped by a glass of wine, and its fuzzy appearance makes it look like a singer in the opera Opera.

As one goes, I just tasted it enjoying the fragrance and move on to the next drink. Until the end Katie didn't let go of the glass, she was sticking her nose in, but reluctantly let go of the glass with the words "The Zach collection is next".

There is no clear definition of "Zach Collection”, a long-aged liquor. The barrel with my initials is called the Zack Collection, but it's because I haven't decided how many years to put it out. So far, I have shipped only ten years of stuff.

"We have four types available this time. Scotch first," he says, and starts pouring into the glass.

Dwarves' eyes glow with glitter. Even the Ulrich, who were supposed to have drunk it a few times already, had changed the color of their eyes, but the Dwarves, who had never drunk it yet, kept staring at the amber liquid with their shitty eyes.

(You can't leave this to the guild staff, can you? Yet both Angie and Elena went into the hall...)

Angie, Angelica Colridge and Elena, Eleanor Masefield, are both the maids of sister-in-law Rosalie.

Elena is one of the samurai I mentored at Wellburn, but Angie has also been a samurai at Wellburn Castle for more than five years, and she has no particular problems because she has served Viscount Radford, said to be the best gastronomer in the Empire, without difficulty in March.

But if I find out that a good family child is being made to serve a "waitress" by a blacksmith opponent in a rural village, I wonder what my parents think.

Every glass was poured a decade-long scotch.

"Enjoy the fragrance, then," I say, showing undisturbed motion as a matter of course. In the meantime, we'll put on the earplugs we had prepared.

After this it was the same as what happened in Ars.

Containing it in his mouth and running down his throat, he suddenly rises and raises his roar. Although the number of people is smaller than at the time of the total headquarters, the room is small, and the roar echoes great.

I had no problem giving earplugs properly to Lockhart family officials, but I was completely oblivious to the bureaucrats who came with Kati.

The bureaucrats were faint, just like Scott before, and I managed to revive them by hanging my healing magic quickly.

In the meantime, only Kati, who is supposed to be a normal person, tilts the glass with a cool face. Of course, when I roared, I stood up and screamed, but when I realized it, I was putting my mouth on the glass elegantly.

(This queen is the biggest mystery. Given the fact that I can withstand that noise and the fact that I can drink with Dwarf, I don't really think I'm human......)

"That's really good. The wine was delicious earlier, but this is the best," he said, smiling with pleasure.

I was vaguely like, "Really? That's good," he replied, waiting for the Dwarves' excitement to subside.

Especially the excitement of the Dwarves from each branch drinking the Zach collection for the first time was tremendous, and the familiar Periclitle Geiselhale and Doctus Zergius came to me and said, "I'm glad I'm alive," bashing in tears and slapping him on the back.

A few minutes later, the excitement of the Dwarves, who were standing up and shouting joy, finally subsided.

"Scotch is a decade old now. Next is Scotch, an unsold item, eleven years old," he says, and a twitch occurs in the assembly room.

"Eleven years old..." all the Dwarves except Beltram were out of line.

"Can you drink that? Can you let me drink it," Ulrich whines like a rumor.

"I said the last eleven years things are not for sale, but I'll explain why later. Try it the same way you did earlier."

The glass is already filled and an amber scotch just slightly darker than earlier can be arranged on the table.

Still, the Dwarves didn't move and kept staring at the glass until I said, "Go ahead."

Everyone speaks at the same time on my signal, but unlike earlier, there are many with subtle expressions. There is no standing ovation going on when I put my mouth on it, and we are talking to each other in a whisper with Boso.

"I think you've all figured it out. These eleven years are no better than ten years. It's even better than three years, but compared to ten years, there's a difference between cloud mud."

"What do you mean," Gaelnote has asked on behalf of him.

When I snort small, I keep explaining.

"This Scotch is from the year we started distilling. I mean, it's the first thing Scott ever made. The distiller was smaller than it is now, and the barrel uses a lot of things."

Did Katie say, "Do you mean alcohol during trial and error? So you're saying it's not stable?" Represent the Dwarves.

"Yes, the last eleven years are just precious liquors in small stock, but the flavors are right, and there are also detachments. Of course, some have been placed in large barrels to age for longer periods of time, so not all of them are generally bad…"

Everyone is listening to me.

"This time, I wanted you to know why you have tried the last eleven years, and that, as Scott said in the vault, Scotch is still an unfinished liquor. And I didn't want you to know that the longer the maturation period, the better, but that it changes dramatically with the maker's arm."

Ulrich said, "Is that the same reason you let me drink that wine?," so I said, "Yes," and nodded,

"I thought my wine and beer ratings had dropped since Scotch got drunk in Ars. So I wanted you to know that liquor isn't just distilled liquor. Whatever the strength of alcohol in that red wine, I think it tastes satisfactory..."

Several "sure" voices echo in the quieter assembly room.

"Same beer you had me drink in the bath. Alcohol should be strong, not old. Not only on the maker's side, but also on the drinker's side, it'll taste as good as it gets. I wanted you to know that..."

The assembly room quiets back to my word.

(Did it fail... Did it fail to tell a sermon-stained story to a fun banquet...)

When I thought so, Katie started clapping with her pussy.

"That's Mr. Zach. I don't know anyone who loves alcohol so much."

Following Kati, when the Ulrich and the others began to applaud, the assembly room was wrapped in applause that just broke.

"That's Zach! It is true that Nong et al. may have kept Scotch overwhelmed. I didn't know I would spare any effort to have a delicious drink... a man like this made Scotch in this village!

I'll tell you myself, I'll have to blush when I can lift it this far.

(I'm not that restrained... I just wanted to talk about how the brewed liquor is delicious as well as the distilled liquor... okay...)

Slowly lower your hands forward so that they are quiet.

"This is about it for Nobuki, let's have a good drink. Next is a decade-long brandy…"

Then they served brandy and carbatos. Along with Scotch earlier, it's the best brandy and carbatos in the village. This was chosen by checking the barrels with the Scots and should be the best distilled liquor in the world by now.

When they finish serving the five types of liquor, the Dwarves start to get excited about which was better and what they want me to drink that one more time.

At that time, he sent his sights to Johnny, the representative of the Alliance staff, and began to prepare for the banquet.

"Can't you age Scotch with the magic you used for wine? It's going to taste so good in that wine that Scotch is going to taste better," Kati asked.

Ulrich, Gaelnote and others nodded, "I agree with you."

"Unfortunately, that's a wine-only aging method," he shakes his head.

Katie said, "What do you mean? Isn't aging, wine or scotch, putting alcohol to sleep?" And he was leaning on his neck, and all the dwarves that were listening were leaning on his neck in the same way.

"The red wine I served this time is packed in a bottle and put to bed. Scotch on the other hand, as you saw in the reservoir, lets him sleep in barrels. This is the biggest difference."

That doesn't seem to make sense.

"Wine grows even after it's in the bottle, but Scotch grows in the barrel… Wine tastes better when you put it to sleep in a way that doesn't give the temperature change as much as possible, but in Scotch's case, it tastes better when there was a natural temperature change the other way around. In fact, we make sure that drinking something that adds a decade's worth of aging in a bottle has barely changed the flavor."

There were quite a few people in their previous lives who said that distilled liquor tasted better in Old Bottles. For my part, I thought the sixties blended whiskey tasted better than it did in the 2000s. However, I think that this is not a change in taste due to aging, but simply a difference in the maker at that time.

The flavour varies depending on the year you distill even those from the same brand, and the flavour changes subtly if the blender changes, especially the blended whisky.

Of course, I don't think that's the only thing that's affecting my nostalgic mood.

(White hose in the sixties was nothing like in the two thousand 's, was it? When I said that, Glenn Rivet, the taste changed completely in the eighties... and it just seems delicious with a seal on a bottle of whiskey that says "premium”. Well, it was actually delicious...)

With that in mind, I was watching Johnny's busy getting ready.