Dream Life

Tria history November 1, 2018, before 12: 00 am.

The festival to celebrate victory began.

The Dwarves go to the families of the war dead and offer their heartfelt condolences. When I found another vigilante young man, he said, "Well done," and put up a jock of toasts many times.

Many are still queuing for booze, but the Dwarves, as usual, secured booze with divine speed movements.

The adventurers from Periclitle soon become familiar with the festive atmosphere, but sometimes the soldiers of the Black Steel Knights, who came to protect the village from the Kingdom of Kaum, are on duty, which makes it difficult to get their hands on booze. Baron Roxbala, the queen and commander, finally joins the festival by giving direct permission to the soldiers.

The barrel quickly emptied, but it was the cooking area that was harder than that. Booth serving food is as busy as a battlefield, serving boiled sausages ready as the operation, but not enough at all. I also have cheese, nuts, etc. to pick without putting it through the fire, but enough to not even catch up with the task of just putting it on a plate. Every cooking booth has a long line of snakes, and even though it was decided quickly, the lack of preparation is regrettable.

I went with Dan to say hello to the Dwarves. Liddy and I are usually together, but we're supposed to use this time to get dressed.

Me and Dan get voices from stranger dwarves saying, "Well done," "Talk to me later about fighting the enemy's best balls," etc.

Find and welcome Ulrich and the Gaelnotes, but strangely no one said anything about the lack of the Liddies.

He was even strangely nice to Dan and comforted him by saying, "Don't let it bother you" and "I'm not even young yet".

Apparently, he knows I'm getting married.

(Did Mr. Kati talk to you? Or did someone from your squire tell you that? Well, I hope I'm not keeping it a secret...)

I'm thinking about that, but I keep hanging the magic of detoxification to toast with the Dwarves who show up one after the other. Of course, to Dan next door.

The queen had also joined the Ulrich's at some point, scotching in a large wooden jock about where she had taken it from.

Complain to her about the story of having an annual celebration, "I would have liked you to talk to her in advance," she said. I heard more about the blacksmiths vacating the workshop for a long time.

"Are you okay? The blacksmiths have been leaving Ars for almost a month."

The queen laughed nicely,

"I think Mr. Ulrich and the others will be fine. I just need to get rid of a month's worth of work before I leave. That's right, isn't it, Mr. Ulrich?

Ulrich nods loudly at the words.

"Exactly. As long as I stay up all night for about half a month from the end of September, I have no problem. Well, we have to arrange the ingredients in advance."

I heard you were going to stay up all night for half a month, and your open mouth won't get blocked.

"What are we going to do with the Alliance staff and the workshop clerks? If the parents stayed up all night, they'd have to hang out, too."

"We'll be somewhat busy, but then we'll have a long vacation. They'll be happier too."

It's a subtly troubled workplace, whether it's black or white, but if you do get a vacation, you'll be delighted.

This world basically has little concept of a holiday. Because there is no religion with the concept of the Sabbath, in rural areas it is closed about four festivals a year and the end of the year, and shops and the like are often not set for holiday days even in large cities. There were breaks every five days in Doctus, but this is an exception during the exception.

The blacksmith's guild basically doesn't have a holiday either, and if the monthly salary doesn't change, I don't know if I'd be happier on vacation.

"Ars and Pericritle are still fine, but Primus and Aurelia will be in next. If that happens, there 'll be a hole in the job for about two months?

It's three hundred kilometers from here to Ars and one hundred and seventy kilometers in Periclitle. Pericritle is far enough away even in Ars anyway, but the imperial capital Plymouth is more than a thousand kilometers away and the commercial city of Aurelia is more than eight hundred kilometers away. The normal speed of travel is thirty kilometres per day, so Plymouth would leave the city for at least two months and Aurelia for more than a month and a half.

"That's what every branch thinks. It's not like they're forcing you."

Certainly not imposed by the General Headquarters or the Kingdom of Kaum. I end up with how far each branch really wants to come.

But as far as booze is concerned, the Dwarves always try to participate without having to force them. This is for sure. Because it's like an instinct engraved in their souls.

That's fine, but there could be trouble with national governments. It is more obvious than to see fire that it is about being directly involved in the country's defense plan and being told that it would be troublesome to be changed at will at the convenience of the blacksmith side. Ulrich, however, seems to think of it as the scope of the branch's responsibilities with regard to that.

Certainly that is the area of blacksmith guild responsibility and not what I would say anyway. But it's not like there's no problem.

It's a festival to celebrate the Rockhart family's victory, even if the host is a blacksmith's guild. In other words, the Lockhart family may have seen him lead the way. I can't tell Dwarf not to go for a drink, so he could easily tell us no. When that happens, the Lockhart family becomes plank.

It is our responsibility and our responsibility not to think this far beyond riding the Queen's measures on this matter.

But other than that, there was a big problem. This is something we need to be sure of.

"I'll just say one word," he starts talking in a low voice.

"If we don't limit the number of people, Scotch will be depleted. Assuming the same number of people participate as this one, there will be a significant reduction in the allocation of Scotch to be sent to Ars. Understand that."

Ulrich's expression is strong in my words.

"How much less! I still don't have enough! Can't you figure it out..."

"I don't know unless you recalculate, but think it's going to be about halved in three years. And if you're going to have a Blacksmith Skills Quality Review, it's going to be even less, and if you're going to have a Zack collection, think it's going to be the same."

I just calculated it in my head, and it shouldn't be that bad, but I stabbed the nail at my decision to hold a festival without consulting this one.

And I'll even say a word to the queen.

"I'll talk to Sir Elwes later, but if it turns out to be a 5,000-man festival on the Dwarf subject, the brewing liquor in the Kaum Kingdom will be temporarily depleted if we're able to produce it now. Think about expanding your brewery now. Including, of course, plans for the production of raw materials"

The queen panics at my words.

"That's it... but I can't handle that with Mr. Zach's wisdom. Import from another country..."

He looks at me like he's staring at me.

Apparently, he knew about the neighborhood, but he was gonna throw a round at me.

"Alcohol is a product that is not suitable for transport in the first place. The unit price is low for the heavy weight, and there is a risk of damage to the barrel. Besides, it's hard to secure a large quantity of alcohol in the fall, regardless of where you're going in the spring. Of course, barley can be made critically, but the flavor drops. Wine is tougher. It's when we started planting, so it's going to be from the previous year, and we're going to move it into the hot weather. If that happens, the quality will definitely decline… I have trouble if you don't think about the area and suggest it."

The Dwarf Festival we went to in the spring was successful because of the low temperatures and the fact that the wine was transported earlier in the spring and just in time for that year's completion. Typically, wines are fermented by crushing grapes harvested around September. You can do it in two months if you just want to make it alcoholic, but it still doesn't taste good as a wine if you don't let it sleep for at least six months.

I can also do the barley in about a month, so if I start making it later in September after the summer, it will be completed in late October.

Incidentally, the barley festival "Oktoberfest” in Germany is served in large quantities at the festival, which takes place hanging from mid-September to the first Sunday of October.

That's why I tend to think that wheat liquor for Oktoberfest should have been made in a special way.

I'm not sure of my memory, but I was making beer with higher degrees by spring, and it shouldn't have been made after the summer.

Even in our village, barley for the summer sleeps in the basement what we made before spring.

Either way, transport is the biggest risk.

Assuming it's to be transported from Imperial Primes, we need to leave at least a month in advance. I mean, we need to start transporting them in the middle of September. There is no thermostatic "reefer" container during the early autumn period around autumn, and it will be carried in a carriage without suspension.

When this happens, definitely, the flavor drops.

"Alcohol is delicate! How much effort do you think it takes to drink delicious liquor! Wouldn't you feel sorry for the booze if it didn't taste good in wasted transportation!

Dwarves pull on my sword screen.

He was getting a little hot because he remembered a liquor store where he couldn't manage his liquor.

In fact, even in Japan in the twenty-first century, nasty liquor stores' sakes and wines were so unsavory that they wanted to cry. They throw it into a warehouse without cooling that it would be okay to store it at room temperature if the sake was put on fire, or the wine is placed directly under the air conditioning vent. That's a routine tea meal.

And the liquor in this world is more delicate than the cheap liquor distributed in Japan. Measures to stop fermentation, be it wine or barley, are imperfect. The pasteurization method Pasteurization has not been established, and I can't help but add or subtract the concept of fire, but then if the temperature rises, the fermentation will go too far or the germs will reproduce, and the taste will change.

"Wouldn't Mr. Zach come up with some way?

"Well, if you're more of a liquor lover than Non, you can handle it."

The queen and Gaelnote said the same thing at the same time.

Not that I don't, but I don't have enough money or time.

"It's not that I don't..." I almost said, "Let's go with that!" The queen exclaimed. Ulrich also stood up,

"Bye! The Blacksmith Guild fully endorses Zach's proposal! The money's coming out! Do something!

I've been in favor of it before I said anything.

"I haven't said anything yet," they glance off to delude.

"I can handle the brewing liquor, but I can't do the distillery. There's no doubt that the next three years will only definitely reduce Ars' share."

Ulrich and other Als dwarves drop shoulders on the words. Still don't tell me to stop the festival.

"What are you going to do with the brewing liquor?

"Create a large ice room, Himuro. Store brewed liquor bought there at low temperatures at ice temperatures. This is because even over the summer, quality loss is minimal, and fermentation is slow, so you should be able to store it for a long time."

I came up with this idea from two things.

One is the lower fermented beer, or lager type beer that is normally drunk in Japan. Originally, the lower fermented beer is slowly fermented in a cryogenic cave. Even in this world, lager types are made in the middle of winter or in the basement.

The other is sake stored in the ice room. In sake, "hiya grated", there is a sake that stores the sake brewed earlier in the spring at low temperatures and serves it to the autumn mouth. “Autumn Rise” is also a liquor to serve immediately after a good summer, and the roughness of spring tips is often gone and mellowed.

The idea is to keep barley and wine stored at ice temperatures just like that hiya grate. Regardless of whether the flavour increases, there is no risk of moving it at least in the early autumn hot weather.

But the Dwarves were leaning their necks against the word ice chamber.

And Oigen, the divine spear, speaks the question.

"What's not an ice room?

Not that ice chambers do not exist in this world, but demand is low and less common. Apparently there are places in the northern Kingdom of Sartooth that use ice as a repository, but even the empire of the Caerm empire does not routinely use ice.

"I hope you think it's the basement where the ice is stored"

"But isn't the basement pretty big to keep hundreds of barrels of booze in? A mountain like Ars would make the basement easy, but it would be difficult here. And the ice won't break?

Ars is a city that uses the slopes of the mountains and the building has a basement in most houses with a semi basement ceremony. It is also relatively cool in the middle of summer because it is even more highland, and no ice is needed to preserve the liquor.

"Sure, you'll need a pretty big basement, but a basement would be relatively easy to build with my earthly attribute magic. Ice can be worked out by me and Sharon's magic, too."

"He's still a strange guy to use magic," Ulrich told me.

"That won't solve it," Gaelnote nodded contentedly.

"But we haven't decided yet. The place is going to be on the north slope of each hill, but I need my father's permission, and it's farmland, even though it's not sunny. We need to hear from the villagers."

I was thinking about getting people in the village to use the ice fridge, but I didn't have a specific proposal. For that reason, I had not told anyone about this, not my father.

"Well what. If you need Zach for booze, you'll admit it to Matt and the villagers."

"Right. Gahahahaha!" The laughter spreads.

You can't deny it, so keep your mouth shut.

If we were talking about that, Ulrich would say, "Are you still okay, stay here".

As I lean my neck, the queen has a full smile on her face.

"When Mr. Lydiane and the others got dressed too? I'm looking forward to it. Report on Mr. Zach's marriage."

After all, the queens knew.

"I think it's about time, when did you find out? I just decided yesterday, too?

And the queen put her fan upon her mouth, and laughed, "Ho ho ho,"

"I was staying at the Mansion. Mr. Tanya has strained, and anyone will notice if they hurry and get ready. And Tanya told me a little bit."

I was definitely bummed about adjusting my costume last night. The mansion is about the size of a large house, and even the rooms know how people move.

"Again, let me say congratulations, Mr. Zach. Sieg, Scotch!

That's what I say and raise the jock.

The Dwarves said in unison, "Sieg, Scotch!," "he chanted.

I feel strange about the use of "Sieg Scotch" but decided not to care.

"Thank you. I was going to officially tell you guys later..."

When I said that and lowered my head, I said again, "Congratulations! Sieg, Scotch!" The voice goes up. The voice propagated to other groups, and the meadows were wooded with words of blessing.