Dream Life

A feast began welcoming the Dwarf blacksmiths.

At the end of the tasting session, which resembled an earlier ritual, a delightful conversation stirring wrapped up the assembly room.

It is not even in the form of a standing meal, but it is made into a style that allows it to move freely, and a circle of bickering is formed all over it.

Especially about Beltram and his wife Meena. At Wilhelmeena's, there are many Ars blacksmiths gathered to call out their blessings. Meena said she was the grandson of Gaelnote Graver, an armorer, and Gaelnote laughed looking forward to this trip to Lasmore Village.

Meena is usually wearing a leather Gottsi prefix on her work clothes, but today's feast brings together skirts and tunics like ethnic costumes based on the red of her hometown of Ars, which is so gorgeous. Not only the Dwarves of Ars, but also the Dwarves of other cities, have given us items of celebration, yet like a reception a few years late.

(Beltram is Ulrich's nephew, and Meena is Gaelnote's grandson? If you had kids, you'd be a blacksmith salad......)

That's what I was thinking, but let the Dwarves tell me that hard work and experience are more important than blood muscles, and everything is judged by what they make. Still, I inherit my talent, so I'm looking forward to it, but unfortunately I haven't had kids yet.

The women of the Lockhart family were no less than Meena and dressed. My mother seems to have plotted to be gorgeous because there are so many men in the mundane Dwarves.

My mother and sister-in-law Rosalie wear simple dresses that are not gorgeous, while Mel and Sharon wear bright-colored pieces for glamour.

Liddy and Beatrice are men's clothes as usual. Well, I might say this is glossy.

It's a banquet drink, but it's a three-year distillery, not the Zach collection. Scotch and brandy are often drunk among them. There's also Calvato (...) S, but it's not that popular because it's a little sweeter than the Dwarves like it.

Sometimes the reason I didn't use it as a Zack collection is a small amount, but the consideration is that I wouldn't hesitate to drink three years of whales at a banquet. It's not a waste of time.

The drinking is straightforward, of course. But here they are drinking in a glass according to my routine.

When I told him that, "You can't drink it with a jock," Gaelnote said. He is the former master craftsman and said to treat any powerful man with perseverance. When he hears it like that, laughs in the gap, but he refuses without breaking his serious expression.

"I'm sorry, but I want you to drink in a glass today. Of course, for a reason."

When I said that, Gaelnote immediately pulled back, "Then I have no choice."

If Katie asks, "What is the reason? I've heard," so I'm going to get up and explain it to everyone.

"Glass me where I want to drink with a jock, and I'm sorry," he says, bowing his head, "I'll explain why now," he continues.

"Scotch and brandy, as you can see, are very alcoholic liquors. If you drink with a jock, that alcohol will poke your nose. That makes it harder to feel the original scent of Scotch and the flavour is unbalanced"

"That's not true. Non knows exactly what Scotch smells like!" The voice goes up.

"Surely all Dwarves might be able to smell the original scent of Scotch from the strong alcohol. But I'm also thinking about compatibility with knobs at this banquet. The scent and flavour of the knob cannot be fully exploited with a strong Scotch alcohol remaining."

The knobs for Scotch prepared this time are often delicate aromatic and flavorful objects, such as aromatic cheese, oil marinated fresh olive fruit, and a slightly smoked mass. I also prepare as many knobs as I can think of, such as stewed dishes with plenty of spices and crackers shaking salt mixed with dried herbs.

Scotch, it's pretty hard to say the right knob, especially if you drink straight. Simple sandwiches, smoked salmon and cheeses, if you really just want to pinch them, but they're just too voluminous for banquet dishes.

There is something called "Haggis” in a real Scottish knob - a dish simmering with gut mince and vanilla in the stomach of a sheep - and it's voluminous, but I just don't know how to make it out.

So he changed his mind, and Scotch decided to drink in a glass, thinking mainly of the right dishes for beer and wine.

That said, I wasn't a cook, and I didn't hobby about cooking, so I haven't been able to suggest a great deal of cooking. So much so that I suggested delicious roast beef, steamed chicken, and potato salad, even if it's cold.

Its potato salad but this was pretty hard because I use mayonnaise.

I use raw eggs, but I remember food poisoning caused by Salmonella bacteria, wash the shell thoroughly, then disinfect it with alcohol, and use more vinegar "vinegar" than usual.

At first, I thought a lot about whether it could be magically sterilized, but because it was difficult to reproduce ultraviolet light with light attribute magic, and I couldn't confirm if it could be further sterilized, I used an old-fashioned common method. Of course, temperature measures such as storage in ice refrigerators are provided.

By the way, they say the mayonnaise is in Imperial Plymouth, but it is rarely used elsewhere, nor in the general household in Imperial City. It had a very good reputation for its rarity.

Warm dishes are naturally prepared, but nothing strange about this either, and many are likely to be found in pubs and biyaholes. Specifically fried fries such as fried chicken and croquettes, German potatoes and spanish omelettes, I might rather have a tavern menu or something.

This was surprisingly well received.

The Dwarves drink a lot of alcohol, but eat more than humans can compare. For this reason, the main focus is on quantity over flavour in the Tavern of Ars, and the ingredients don't come up with enough ideas for a good one.

Especially fried foods. They have a lot of dishes in the form of small frying pans that are close to fried and grilled, and they don't have dishes to fry in the fryer.

"This guy named Fried Fish doesn't fit beer! This potato is good too!" Ars's blacksmith, Georg Stoke, who made my protective gear, puts up a fry stabbed in the fork with his grumpy face.

Fried fish and lightly powdered potatoes, this dish is called Fish and Chips. The fish wanted to use white fish, but there is nothing good in the village of Rasmore, where the sea is far away, and it is substituted with a large trout that can be taken in the black pond Black Ruff. Also prepare tartare sauce and match this with brown ale from the village of Rasmore.

(It does taste good, but I guess it's a battlefield in the cooking area next door... about a hundred people, but Dwarves eat two or three times more than regular humans. Thinking about it, the Blacksmith Guild employees are really good...)

I'm thinking about that, but I'm not enjoying cooking slowly myself. Because the blacksmiths visited from next to next, toasted each time, and blossomed in liquor and cooking stories.

And there was always a word the Dwarves said.

"This is heaven. Delicious liquor and delicious dishes. Plus the latest workshop. I want to be a dedicated blacksmith for Lockhart."

Exactly because of the blacksmith's benevolence, I'm just saying it like I'm talking to myself, but Blacksmith Beltram in the village of Rasmore was told by several Dwarves jokingly that "I'll do it on your behalf whenever I want". However, those eyes were serious and didn't sound like a joke to me.

Soon, my father and Kati talk as if they were intentional. For some reason, there was Sharon on the side, and he was bickering with me.

I don't know what you're talking about, but I hope Katie doesn't take me in before I know it. Well, just wouldn't do such a bland thing in this fun banquet setting. Assuming you blow something into my father and attach some weird promises, I know a hundred Ulrich and the others will turn to the enemy as well. That “queen” can't take that risk.

And the bureaucrats of the Kaum kingdom, one of the few people at this banquet, came to talk. Otto Elwes, a delegate, is a young man in his mid-twenties, with the impression of a brilliant forehead with short chestnut hair, and a brilliant civilian with round glasses on it. He seemed brilliant, but he felt too young as the person responsible for formulating important laws that shaped the fate of the Kaum kingdom.

"Sir Zacharias really loves liquor," he speaks in a respectful tone. "I don't want to salute you. Lord Elwes," but I won't give in because I'm a friend of Her Royal Highness's.

"I tried to ask you for your sincerity about that law, but your Highness was right," he said, somewhat drunk, in a cheerful voice than he seemed.

"Mr. Kati, no, Her Royal Highness said something?" and say the question.

"It's called the sincerity of that law, I didn't know what the purpose was. Because I've never made laws to maintain quality before," he laughs.

Indeed, no law exists anywhere in this world to maintain the quality of food.

"So I consulted Her Royal Highness thoughtfully, but Her Royal Highness couldn't tell me just what you said.“ If you go to the village of Rasmore, you'll see "..."

It is true that the Act on the Quality of Distilled and Long Aged Liquors, based on The Scotch Whisky Regulations, cannot be understood without knowing what distilled liquor is.

But then I don't think that's the answer.

"As Her Royal Highness said, I think I understood with today's tour and this banquet. There is something not conceivable for the quality of distilled liquor. I just need to hold it down with the law..."

Exactly, Kati just picked it out straight away, and he looks like a good young man.

"Nevertheless, I saw that draft, and that's“ Dwarf's Friend. ”It contained all the elements Lord Scott had said, Essence. All I have to do is make the law just like that draft."

That's what I'm laughing at. I do have all the necessary elements in it as a law, but then it's a one-handed one.

"Then you'll have trouble, Sir Elwes," he said, "Huh?" and review my face. "

"That law doesn't mean it's over if you let it go into effect. There are many people in the world who do not hate to commit injustice if they make money. We must ensure that we punish wrongdoing."

"That's natural......" he tilts his neck.

"In other words, we have to find out for sure (...) the injustice"

"I see," Elwes nods.

"I mean, he said it's important not to miss the injustice. So you're saying you need the ability to tell if it's fraudulent."

I snort loudly.

"You've tried it in the reservoir, but if you've only put it to sleep for six months, you might be able to tell. But what if it's two years old? You have to tell the difference between those two years and the three years that we have here."

"Well, that sounds difficult," Elwes lowered her eyes and murmured, "I have no idea," she said.

"You don't have to tell by the taste of anything. I think we can do a lot of things to prevent fraud, such as putting a control number on the barrel, putting a government-approved mark on it, and doing an unplugged inspection."

"I see..." he muttered, then looked up and said with a convinced face, "So it's important to have an operation that makes the law effective".

"Exactly," I nodded loudly with a serious face.

After talking to Elwes, I remember my grandfather and brother who were supposed to be guarding outside the workshop.

(The poorest lottery of the day is your elder brother. You can't just leave the escort of the queen of your neighbor to your squire. No, the vigilantes are a good nuisance, too. Well, you should be able to take turns and take off your wings tomorrow, so you'll be fine......)

When the feast culminates, the chorus of the Dwarves as usual begins. Soon after Johnny was ready, the musicians were performing, accompanied by strings to the singing of the Dwarves.

(It's really peaceful. I wish this day would last forever... I feel the same way then... I don't know what will happen...)

Six months ago, I had a similar feeling about the anxiety that something would happen, just like when I helped Luna. It's just not as weak and hurried as it was back then.

Its Luna, but you can't take her out to the banquet, and that's why you couldn't leave Mel or Sharon in the mansion that the Dwarves of Ars liked, so the maid chief Molly should be taking care of her. The mansion is guarded by Walt, the squire head.

Regardless of what I think, the banquet goes on.

There were Liddy, Beatrice, Mel, Sharon, and Dan around, each eating their favorite dishes, laughing with pleasure.

Two, Liddy and I get eyes on each other.

"Before I was with you, I never thought of going to a banquet with so many people."

Liddy, who was anthropophobic, was so distant that he was even distant in the inn cafeteria that he gradually became associated with people after going to Doctus with me.

"Right. Well, you can have fun with this. They're all good people here."

Liddy said, "Right," and he's been tangling his own arm in my arm.

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The "Changing Liquor Culture in the Continent of Tria" by Ignacious Radford contains the following statement:

"Tria history April 20, 2018. The culinary history changed dramatically that day… The blacksmith welcome feast held in the village of Rasmore, Rockhart territory, had a great impact on the later dishes… Dwarf blacksmiths impressed by the Rockhart family's cuisine ordered the guild staff who were accompanying them to take home the recipes for the dishes and serve them at the feast at the guild. Deep-fried foods, especially with plenty of edible oil, suited the Dwarves' tastes beautifully, and dishes focused on fried foods became an indispensable part of the banquet at the guild. For this reason, a fried food-centric dish that fits the beer is called a“ blacksmith dish ”or“ dwarf dish ”. Then, as soon as the officials in charge of cooking in the Alliance became independent," Dwarf cuisine ”spread to the world… '

Further mention was made of an outdoor event that took place the following day.

"The street food at the Blacksmith Guild's Liquor Quality Review, commonly known as the" Dwarf Festival, "which took place on April 21 of the same year, was so shocking that it was said that it had changed the food culture of each city. A large number of food related chambers of commerce were taking part that were thinking about their blacksmith counterparts, and they saw a festival sponsored by the Rockhart family and found their future in the food and beverage industry… '

The words of Radford were noted at the end of that chapter.

'... the blacksmith welcome feast, and my failure to attend the festival the next day, was the most regrettable event of my life. Not only did Sir Zacharias Lockhart, said to be the son of the liquor god, provide the liquor out of custody, but he also offered a dish that thoroughly pursued compatibility with the liquor… It was shortly after my return from the village of Rasmore to Marquis Seawell territory that I heard the story. During his journey, he listened to the blacksmiths of Imperial Plymouth when they were mistaken, and also thought of accompanying them back to the village of Rasmore. But I had a duty to report to my master about my relationship with the Lockhart family, and I gave up crying... I heard from the blacksmiths back in Plims how it was then. Hearing their awkward but enjoyable explanation, I knelt and cried unconsciously on the spot. I can't remember how long I've been crying. It's just vividly remembered that one of my men handed me a handkerchief stained red with tears of blood...'