Dream Life

Tria history around 3: 00 pm on October 29, 2018.

After the incendiary disposal of Ghoul, who defeated him in the West Forest, he felt many signs in the West Forest as he was about to return to the Mansion.

The road from Ars Street to the village was flooded with dwarves.

I heard it goes up to a thousand and three hundred beforehand, but when I actually see that many people, I get overwhelmed. He is also surrounded by hundreds of dwarves at the total headquarters of the Blacksmith Guild when he visited Ars last year, but more than twice as many, all more armed. The look is rolling.

There was Ulrich Drexler, chief craftsman in the lead group, and when he found me, he ran over with a dota. More famous blacksmiths like Gaelnote Graver and Oigen Hauser rush in the same way.

"Oh! I heard you were safe, but I was worried about you. I'm so glad. Wow!

Dozens of dwarves speak up one after another in the woods. It conveys the feeling that I was genuinely worried, and my eyeballs get hot.

"Thanks. I'm done with it now, but that'll be over in a few days too. Then we'll go back to our original peaceful village."

Dwarves nodded at my explanation and Ulrich said, "Then we're going to the village!" and made the decree. In contrast, the Dwarves said, "" Sieg Scotch! "" Respond with a ringing voice.

(Sieg Scotch? What, that word... sounds like the Principality of the Space Century? Or the blonde emperor's galactic empire...)

That comes to mind, but the Dwarves were enthusiastic and not in an atmosphere of hearing what it meant. Sharon next door said, "What does that mean?" but all I could do was flatter my shoulders.

We were finishing processing Ghoul's wreckage. We head to the village together, but we are overwhelmed by the sound of the Dwarves walking. The footsteps that trample the earth are so much more than strange when it comes to marching heavily armed infantry. In fact, they look completely heavily armed infantry because they're wearing heavy armor, but they're not soldiers, they're blacksmiths.

My father and brother were coming through the woods to pick up the Ulrich. Furthermore, the Royal Kaum Army has joined the commander, Baron Roxbala, and about a hundred soldiers to receive him in the same way.

It was informed by a decree that among the Dwarves was the carriage of Queen Katrina, to welcome it. The queen's carriage is in the middle of the line for safety, so we haven't met earlier.

There are no arrangements for visits by royal officials to the agreement between the Empire and the Kingdom, but this time it would appear to be an official visit in the name of the condolences of the Royal Kaum Army.

When my father was welcoming the Ulrich's, one carriage came into the village. It's a luxurious one with the Royal Cow crest, and about ten knights consolidate their front and rear.

Those knights, but they didn't accompany them from Ars, they joined them on the way. They left in such a hurry.

Soldiers of the Royal Kaum Army pull out their swords simultaneously and list them in front of their faces. There was something about that unified movement that made me feel like one of the kingdom's finest.

The royal carriage stopped and a lady wrapped around her dress appeared from inside. He doesn't even show the tiredness of the long journey, and comes off the carriage gracefully.

The queen grinned at Baron Roxbala and the others, but soon turned to her father. My father and brother poke one knee and bow their heads, showing respect for the royal family of other nations.

"I was heartbroken to hear that there was a great deal of fierce fighting this time. I offer my condolences to the deceased braves. I also salute and thank you, on behalf of the Kingdom, for your samurai."

My father returns to the Queen's words, "I have wasted your words and I cannot bear to thank you", and the formal welcome ends.

The queen bowed gracefully to her father, "Then to the mansion," and boarded the carriage.

I only recently had the impression that I was drinking heavily, but I was impressed that she was the queen of one country.

(That's the Queen. The shadow of “Mr. Kati” is only as good as it looks. But is the Queen's own reason for visiting this village still a blacksmith's guild tangle? I guess Ulrich and the others came along to keep us out of trouble......)

Arrangements were made for the Kingdom of Kaum to send reinforcements to the village of Rasmore in the name of protecting the facilities of the Blacksmith Guild, but the royal family, that too, is no reason for a high-ranking person named Queen to visit the village.

It is more unnatural than unnatural for a queen to leave without escort, especially where it is likely to be a battlefield.

The idea might have been not to enter the village of Rasmore until safety had been confirmed, but if the Lockhart family had been defeated, a herd of undead would have crept into Als Street. In that case, it was difficult to say that the Kingdom of Kaum was safe.

The reason why the Queen would go to the place of such a situation would be because a situation involving the survival of the kingdom was envisaged. This means we took into account our relationship with the Blacksmith Guild.

(No information, but it's about the Ulrich's, I'm sure they ran wild. I guess Mr. Kati felt exposed so he wouldn't get in trouble. And you don't have to come to the village, do you? You didn't even come here for a scotch. Is it also some kind of political intent......)

I had assumed that the Ulrich would come, but I can't think of any reason why the Queen would come. If the aim is to move the streets smoothly, it is enough up to the border town of Bogwood. There must be a good reason for that unruly queen to come to the village.

(Think of it as Sharon later? Sharon is good at reading Kati's thoughts. I don't know why...)

After the royal carriage leaves, we head with the Ulrich to the Hall Hill.

"Didn't this neighborhood become a battlefield," Ulrich whines as he looks at the village centre.

"Thankfully, the only battlefield is around Kanga Hill. Both the training and distillery are perfectly intact, just like here. Well, the distillery was very difficult to clean because all the raw materials needed to be made were wasted. It's almost over, too, thanks to the help of Periclitle blacksmiths."

We go through the hills talking about that.

Through Kita Hill, you can see the remains of the collected skeletons, or piles of white bones. The mountain was lined with many, creating a creepy sight. Plus the rusty swords used by the skeletons were piled up, and there was sorrow like the land of the dead.

The audacious Dwarves are blinded by the sight, too, and are stunned.

"There's that mountain to the east and north, too. My head hurts when I think about that disposition."

Ulrich whines in my light mouth, "I heard eleven thousand just for skeletons, but not so much..." The other Dwarves had the same sentiment, they snorted firmly.

The meadows around Kanga Hill were trampled and vandalized by the undead, and the part had already begun to sprout, as the soil was visible by the way, but not so much as late fall.

Explain their accommodation to Ulrich as he walks.

"The Royal Army is having tents set up and camped west of Kanga Hill, but the blacksmiths are going to have Kanga Hill schools and private houses split up to stay"

"It doesn't extend to that. Non and the others also bring a tent. Alcohol and food, of course..."

It wasn't in the advance information, but it seems there's more than a hundred wagons behind the Dwarves' line. I'm surprised at how hand-wrestling it is.

"That's a good hand job. Are you accompanied by Alliance officials, too?

"No, I haven't brought the staff. Katie, no, the queen took Sir Elwes. Sir Elwes has arranged everything..."

He was accompanied by Sir Otto Elwes, a young bureaucrat who came during the April Skills Assessment and Liquor Quality Review and the so-called Dwarf Festival. Initially we were supposed to come this far together, but they contacted us that safety had been ensured, and they quickly launched a countermeasure headquarters in the lodging town on Ars Street to arrange supplies, or booze, for the Dwarves. They still work on insomnia breaks.

(Dwarf, a thousand and three hundred liquors or... thirteen thousand litres, as ten litres per person per day, even if you think only of beer. It's over fifty in a medium-sized hogs-head barrel. I don't know how many days you intend to stay, but it will take at least fifteen days just to get back to Ars. That's nearly eight hundred barrels of alcohol. Don't scratch from the lodging town or neighboring villages and it won't be long enough......)

I calculated in my head and sympathized with the difficulty of Sir Elwes' work.

Ulrich and other major blacksmiths headed to the mansion for the visit of their grandfather, Govan, and his squire, Nicholas Garland. The other Dwarves are on their way to the northern meadows to prepare for the camp.

Upon entering the mansion, the queen was visiting her grandfather. Not only did his grandfather suffer serious injuries in his death battle with Vlad Varonos, king of the undead, but he is also heavily damaged in spirit by Vlad's pitch-black sword.

The body is almost completely healed, but the mental damage has not yet drained out. Nicholas, Beatrice and Mel, who were similarly attacked by Vlad, were complaining of mental fatigue, and they were hung like curses.

Initially, I used the magic of state recovery many times, but it didn't work very well. I thought it wasn't the damage caused by simple dark attribute magic, but I could hardly create an image to restore it. I've tried everything and it's finally starting to work.

My grandfather couldn't even get up right after the battle, but now he's managed to recover to where he can walk. Beatrice and Mel, whose symptoms were relatively mild, had fully recovered, and Nicholas had reached a point where there was no obstacle to their daily lives.

After the queen came, I accompanied Ulrich and the others.

Ulrich was shocked that the protective equipment made by the Dwarf blacksmiths with all their heart and blood was useless.

"Beatrice and Mel's armor is Gaelnote's greatest masterpiece. Plus Lord Govan's armor is the latest made by the Dagenhardts with Zach's wisdom. I didn't know that didn't help..."

"It wasn't useless. That wasn't just the enemy being abnormal."

My grandfather told the blacksmiths that, and I'll make it up to him.

"Rich's magic was almost perfectly prevented. And I have no certainty about that, but I think that King of the Undead used a different power than the magic we know. In fact, treatment for dark attributes didn't do much good."

The Dwarves hear of another power and are leaning their necks.

"I'm going to have Ulrich and the others look at it later, but I don't think that pitch-black sword is just a dark attribute. That doesn't even make it look like any other attribute has been granted. But if you look at it, you'll see. That sword has something else in it."

This time, I knew the Ulrich were coming, and I was going to have Vlad's sword and armor quantified by them. Me and Beltram are looking into it, but I thought it would be better for a superb blacksmith to see it.

Afterwards, he visits Nicholas, but he was afraid that the Ulrich had come.

"Because I wasn't very helpful. Besides, thanks to Master Zach already, we're almost recovered from this street. I'm sorry you came all this way."

Upon finishing his visit and greeting his squire and Liddy, Ulrich spoke out feeling uncommonly badly chopped teeth.

"I was just wondering, is the celebration over yet? No, that's fine if it's over..."

My father answered the question on my behalf.

"Thirty honorable sacrifices have been made in this battle. Those who left behind a young father, a young man who had just married, an old mother… Given the feelings of his family, a memorial service cannot be celebrated even if it goes. That's what I'm saying."

Four days have already passed since the battle ended. But the grief of those who have lost their families will only deepen.

"Right. Right. I'm sorry. Forget about that one."

That said Ulrich bowed his head.

"Not even that apology, but say anything we can. I'm not proud of it, but this is the only dwarf I have. If you work hard, you can do far more than the Knights."

There are a thousand and three hundred Dwarves from Ars this time around. Half of them are women, but as you can see from Beltram's wife Meena, Dwarf women have more power than human adult men. He also thinks that even old people have a strong figure, and that if they were human, they would have a workforce of about three thousand.

But so far, I can't think of anything to ask you to do. Though intense fighting has taken place, there is no damage to the house and there is no need to repair it, and the walls and moat are slightly damaged, but it can also be easily repaired with my magic.

First, it just seems a waste of human resources to entrust such chores to the blacksmiths who crown the world.

"Honestly, I have very little to do. So far, there's nothing that needs repair, and Beltram and Guisel Hale are taking care of the equipment."

Gaelic notes say, "Don't be shy. Non and the others will do anything for this village," but I really can't think of it.

When told about it, the Ulrich drop their shoulders disappointingly.

At that time, Sharon raised his hand as a mistress. When I asked, "Do you have any ideas,"

"Why don't you have the skeleton bones fine-tuned? Luckily you all have hammers..."

Skeleton's bones were to be roasted, ashed and sprinkled in the west woods, or buried. There are more than 10,000 regular size skeletons and nearly a hundred orgasm size skeleton bones, even though the demonic crystal stone has been removed and brittle. I don't know the exact amount, but I probably won't drop fifty tons. I honestly don't know how many days it would take to just bake that.

But still, I can feel free to ask a superior blacksmith.

"Sure, but it's not like a superior blacksmith like the Ulrich guys would do it"

Sharon bows his head to my words, "I said too much," but Ulrich shouts, "Let me do that! I said."

"No, not like what Ulrich or Gaelnote would do..."

"We want to do it. Will you let me do it? Besides, you can shatter it in a day. It can also be crushed to an extent that it does not accumulate even if flushed into the river. That'll cut your job by one."

Ulrich has suggested that the bones should be finely crushed like sand and poured into the Black River, which flows out of the Black Pond Black Ruff.

As far as I'm concerned, I don't really feel comfortable dumping obsolescence in the river, but some parts of the Kaum kingdom seem to have a custom of flowing ashes that have burned the dead into the river, and they don't feel repellent.

"Regardless of whether you throw it in the river or not, the work of crushing bones will be done by Nan La. I'll start tomorrow morning, can you tell me what to do?"

The other Dwarves were perfectly motivated and were eventually left to do so.

He then unveiled Vlad Varonos' sword and armor to the blacksmiths. Ars's three hundred parent classes and about thirty key parents of Periclitle gathered for the quarantine work in the square in front of the school.

A pitch-black sword, but about a meter and a half long, the width of the sword body "Blade" is narrow and looks like estock at first glance. But while that sword body has a razor-sharp blade, it doesn't make you feel any weakness like the fine sword Rapier.

Fear is the only thing that hasn't scattered, but it still maintains a disastrous atmosphere.

Likewise, the full plate armor in pitch black does not reflect any light, so much so that I wonder if it is really made of metal. This armor is orthodox in shape, but it was as uniquely disastrous as the sword.

Ulrich sees the sword, Gaelnote sees the armor so empty. The other blacksmiths are staring from somewhat remote positions, and they seem to look at it in turn.

In about two hours everyone finished watching the whole thing, but the Dwarves looked different than usual. Regardless of the disastrous atmosphere, the swords and armor are very elaborate in their own right, plus special materials that I don't even know about.

Usually when we see a piece of martial arts that we've never touched, we thrive with fellow blacksmiths who are excitedly close to each other, but only today, they were all silent and there was no grin on their faces.

"What's this guy made of? Wouldn't you be able to predict it somewhat?"

That's what Ulrich has heard. But I have no idea, either, and I flatter my shoulders.

"I don't know. At first I thought it was some kind of alloy, and I also tried to analyze it with metallic magic, but I'm not sure how many times I've done it. It looks metallic, but I'm wondering if it's another material."

"I guess so. None of the others have any idea. Hit me and I'll hear gold..."

Gaelnote starts explaining instead of Ulrich.

"In Non's view, strength is comparable to adamantite, but it weighs only half as much as iron. I've never seen such a material before. If this can be used, there will be a revolution in armaments. Not so much. At least it's not metal."

Ulrich and Dwarf masters can use metallic magic. With years of experience, I could just look at the metal to be used for armaments and even hit its production site, but I didn't even know if it was metal with regard to this sword and armor.

"What about the magic team? None of the eight attributes, though some magic is planted in the sword for Non to see. First, I can't find the Demon Crystal."

That's the wall I hit, too.

It does carve out what looks like a magic formation, but it didn't fall under any attribute I know of. However, the parts corresponding to the amplification circuit and the output circuit have not changed significantly from the magic formation I know. I mean, the input part is a mystery.

"I have no idea what the attribute is. I just know it's an efficient magic team."

Afterwards, Ulrich officially offered my father.

"Would you sell that sword and armor to the Blacksmith Guild? I'd like to do some research."

"I don't mind that...... Zach, you don't have a problem. If you want to be cursed, you should dispose of it."

"If you keep it tight and don't let anyone equip you, I don't think there's a problem"

He said he wouldn't be equipped, but he wouldn't be in an abnormal state with the sword, and it didn't affect me through magic. I just didn't have the courage to wear armor though.

Disposal is not easy to dispose of. Beating it with a hammer didn't dent at all and even tried putting some of the armor in a hot furnace for adamantite and it didn't deform.

Then I tried to extract and break the metal with metallic magic, but the magic didn't even work at all. When this happens, it's completely cheerful, and the only way I can think of to dispose of it is to bury it deep in the ground.

If it could be in the hands of a stranger with some clap, it would be safer to have it kept by a blacksmith's guild.

Explaining that, my father also had to snort. Originally, I didn't intend to leave it here, and I was having trouble disposing of it.

It's more troublesome to have it poorly and be told to give it from around the emperor. It doesn't matter what happens to the emperor, but if the dead come out of the curse, the Lockhart family could be held accountable. Then it's best to have it kept by a blacksmith guild that can't even take up the emperor.

I decided not to accept the amount in the form of an "indefinite loan”. This is because I have already received excellent weapons free of charge, because my father said he really wanted to give them to me free of charge.

He then pondered the purpose of the Queen's visit at Zaksexted, including Sharon. But even Sharon couldn't think of a clear answer.

That night, in the northern meadows, the Dwarves were drinking as they mourned the war dead.

My father told me to plug Scotch in, and I told Ulrich about it,

"Let me quietly mourn the brave men who died in the war today. Scotch will help if he turns it tomorrow," he said no.

At first I doubted my ears, but I felt again that they really came to me thinking about the village to the way they would quietly tilt the jock, usually cheerful.