Dream Life

Tria history November 1, 2018, around 3 pm.

The show of our marriage is over.

There have been a total of four presentations in the open "open" carriage, with Liddy and Beatrice pairs and Mel and Sharon pairs two at a time.

Liddy and I were given a break because of the change of clothes, but I was still tired and I sighed a lot when I was done.

The four of them are tired of dressing in troublesome dresses, even Mel, who is always healthy.

"It was tightened, so I can finally breathe normally," he said zero.

My mother seemed dissatisfied, but she just felt sorry for me when she saw the four tired faces.

I dress everyday from black courtesy - cotton shirts and jackets, boots in long pants. Of course, the colors are black - and Liddy and the others are back in their usual outfits.

Everyone sees the gap and eats a light meal, but they are hungry because they even waved through the fragrant smell of the venue. Though some are thirsty more than that.

"You can finally have a drink," Beatrice laughs with Nico, and Liddy also says, "I'm hungry, though I'm good with alcohol". Mel and Sharon are also snorting at Liddy's words.

"Well, do you want to go to the standing swallowing area and eat something"

"I'll go ahead and make sure I have something to eat properly," Dan runs fine.

The venue of the festival was the smell of cooking and the voice of calling in, the singing of the dwarves and the music played by the musicians, creating a noisy but pleasant atmosphere.

Liddy and Beatrice took their arms and slowly headed to the venue. My father and mother follow us with my brother and his wife and my brothers, and Luna.

Luna tries to hide behind her mother, but she is slightly wandering her gaze about whether she cares about the festival venue.

(Somehow there's an edge atmosphere, so maybe you're remembering the world before. Not necessarily Japanese, but the festive atmosphere wouldn't be so different anywhere. Hopefully this will interest you at all in the outside world......)

The standing area is near the center of the venue, where the south distributes food and the north distributes alcohol.

The meadows to the south of Kanga Hill are about four hundred meters east and west and two hundred meters north and south, but there is a cooking area, a storage area for barrels, a tent for rest, a toilet, etc., which is about the size of an athletic stadium as an actual venue.

With as many as four thousand people there, it's more densely populated than I thought.

(This is a difficult place to have a festival of this magnitude. Even so, there is no bigger place in the village than here... it would be hard to make it smaller or somewhere else if you were going to do it after next year...)

I think about that in a corner of my head, but in the meantime there is also a voice of blessing hanging from the villagers and the Dwarves. Regardless of Dwarf, the villagers, soldiers and adventurers were quite drunk and some had their wings off.

Because there are lords and wives, they don't hang nasty words, but the adventurers say, "Don't monopolize any cleaner places," or "introduce me to someone, too."

"I don't mind drinking, but I'm worried it's gonna be a fight."

My father was so worried.

Because we are used to being teased in Doctus, but some of the villagers frowned upon such a voice.

"I think you'll be fine because the Dwarves are here. Because they don't like different ways of drinking, like being drunk."

In fact, several intoxicated and tangled adventurers have been picked out of the venue by the Dwarves. As a result, there was a slight skirmish, but it has not developed into major trouble.

Those adventurers, by the way, have been sent into a tent for a break, but so far our hands haven't turned so we haven't hung the magic of detoxification. I'm going to punish you a little, but Sir Elwes has arranged for an assistant staff member to contact me whenever he's about to die, so he may suffer from a terrible hangover, but he won't die of acute alcoholism.

We arrived in the central standing swallowing area.

Dan is getting help from the villagers he knows to secure food and booze.

Alcohol is barley and wine, not scotch.

"They say the rate of loss of scotch is unusually fast. He already said he had a tough residue."

He told me he was reluctant because the Dwarves were raising them and putting their hands on Scotch. Of course, I know there's no one among us who says three years of scotch is better.

"Looks like you've settled down for cooking. Johnny said it was tough at first, but he finally caught up with the blacksmiths' eating speed."

He tells me with a laugh, but it's been about four hours since the festival started. My stomach and liver are amazing to keep eating and drinking even more during that time. Of course, I assumed to some extent from the track record of the last Dwarf Festival, but it still surprises me when I see it.

Dan secured the dish with roasted pork, intestinal "sausages", vinegar cabbage (Zawarclout) and other accompanying vegetables and made-to-measure molly baked white bread.

"The bread told Mr. Molly to keep it secure. Sounds like he's lost his popularity in no time."

Molly's baked bread tastes better than the stuff from big metropolitan bakeries like Doctus and Periclitle.

The bread in this world is, in one way or another, close to the French and German country bread in the previous world. Rustic with whole grains, rye, etc., characterised by a crisp texture and strong acidity of natural yeast. This is delicious, but I just get tired of eating it every day.

Molly's bread, on the other hand, is white bread with only flour, and the yeast also chooses something with less acidity, which it cultures and uses. It is also made from butter and milk and has a rich flavour.

They are tailored to my taste, from how to grind powder to how to bake it, and the Japanese bread and the level is not suffocating.

The port town of Kansai where I lived was famous for its bread. There were also many famous bakeries near the apartment, such as those featured on the national broadcast, who had eaten baked bread from time to time.

Of course, I've never baked bread myself, but I know enough to give advice during trials and errors.

Nowadays the villagers have also learned Molly how to make bread, making it a little specialty of the village of Rasmore.

Gently warm Molly's bread in a simple oven and apply butter. This butter also stores freshly made items in the Magic Inventory, so I haven't lost the freshness I had when I made it.

By the way, this butter is a flavorful fermented butter, so just mix the moderate salt and apply it to the bread, making it a pinch of alcohol.

Liddy and Beatrice drink red wine and roast pork and buttered bread.

"You're finally getting comfortable," Beatrice said satisfactorily in a wooden cup. I could have served the fine wine I keep in my inventory, the Seawell wine, but she was saying no.

"That wine is delicious, but I don't think it suits these places. I think it's better to have fun with what everyone is drinking."

I agree with that.

Liquor also has "time and place (TPO)". I don't think drinking fine liquor at these festivals is very tasty. When I drink Waigayagaya with everyone, I also think that the liquor is somewhat better suited.

Mel and Sharon are not drinking, they are drinking chilled herbal tea. Neither of us are in Shimodo, but we are distant because I say teen drinking inhibits growth. Sharon in particular doesn't even drink a glass of it to the point of seeing the flavor. I haven't asked where you care about growth.

The two were drinking herbal tea and blooming about the show in the carriage.

"This style of standing swallowing is pretty good," my father has spoken.

Surprisingly, there is no standing bar in this world. Although there are counter seats in the adventurer's city of Periclitle, it's basically just a place to sit and drink. There is no standing style bar in Teito either, and standing swallows seem to be to the extent of buying and eating alcohol, skewers, etc. at stalls in the park and elsewhere.

My brother Rod and sister-in-law Rosalie also agreed with my father.

"Right. I'm tired for a long time, but I think this would be easier for easy cooking and drinking"

"I'm very fresh for Me."

Regardless, my brother, Rosalie, Miss Borderline, probably is fresh because she never stood up to eat.

There are those around them who stand and continue to drink, but it has been four hours since the festival began, and many more sit with cloth on the ground. Not only are soldiers and adventurers sitting on the ground eating meals, but the villagers don't feel uncomfortable because they routinely do between farming tasks. The only thing is that the blacksmiths don't sit on the ground on a daily basis, but not a single one cares about such details if you give them booze.

This painting becomes like a stash of the Lockhart family, and one drunk after another comes to greet them.

Especially the adventurers know we were adventurers in Doctus and many adventurers came to say hello.

Even more were naturally the Dwarves.

Not only my parents, who met me face-to-face when I went to Ars last year, but also many young people in the apprenticeship class this time around.

They are touched by the fact that Scotch was able to drink, and they come to convey their thoughts to the Lockhart family.

Some of them were eager to drink wholeheartedly, such as those who say, "Thank you so much for this delicious drink..." and those who say, "Good luck making it so we can drink it soon".

It was “Patriarch” Scott who was most surrounded by such dwarves. He, Brandon and three of Calvert continue to be surrounded by thick dwarf walls because of the head of the distillery.

I see my head in relation to the height difference, so to the extent that I can tell I'm there. It looks just like Idol and the enthusiastic fans who surround it.

That's the situation, but there's no confusion in Scott's face. That just seems to get used to the Dwarf Festival and the blacksmiths who came in training afterwards. Besides, I sincerely appreciate you throwing everything at me to protect the village, and despite standing all the time, I never got a tired look on my face.

(If I sold out "Scott” goods here, I guess it would be a great sell. I'm going to buy some autographed paper or even a piece of gold coin. Regardless of the signature colored paper, you might want to think about the mistletoe......)

I don't intend to make money from the miracles, but I came to the village of Rasmore at the corner “Holy Land," so I just thought the Dwarves would be happy if they had something to commemorate it.

(I didn't go to Miyako's at the tourist destination, so I wonder what would be nice. When I was in junior high school, there were pennants and lanterns, but I guess I still sell them...)

After about an hour my stomach finally settled down and I could afford to enjoy the music around me.

This time it was a quick gathering, which means only the musicians who were in Kilnarek, about seven or eight of them playing bright songs with guitar-like strings, horizontal whistles, etc.

The Dwarves' classic, toast song was sung over and over again, as were the Kaum soldiers they were used to hearing. Even less familiar with the Dwarves, the Periclitle adventurers joined the circle at some point, sometimes becoming the great chorus of four thousand.

In the meantime, one bard was singing a song about the Battle of Kanga Hill.

Did you take into account the festive atmosphere, it wasn't the ballad tone that is common in war memoirs, it was a slightly upbeat and rhythmic tune.

The lyrics are as follows:

A flock of white bones filling the meadows.

Follow the lion's heart, and the three hundred elites stand on the walls of the castle and intercept.

But there is no limit to those who die, and crushing bones fills moats.

The mighty man with the lion's crest, Tsuwa, stood on the wall with a grin,

Send those who can die under the Dark God (Noctis) with his comrade Toshi.

The suspiciously glowing Necromancers illuminate the night sky as if it were a dusk.

The archers of the Rigorous Bow unleashed the arrow of Mithril, the holy silver that glistened like a meteor,

Restore the serenity of darkness.

The dead sorcerer wears a hole like Michi, the road of Yellow Springs, and sprays red and black lava into the hills.

A soldier of white bones is unleashed on the hill, and the lion's soldier "Houfu" and others finally try their best.

A warrior of a tenacious hammer rises to that crisis.

And the hammer warriors crushed the giant white bones, as easily as the earthenware,

Supports the Lion Soldier "Tawa".

out of the abyss, and the kings of the dying, appeared at last,

“I will be a challenger to God," he groans unceasingly, giving fear to the beholder.

Lion Heart, led by seven brave men,

Use the Necromancer's tunnels to determine the female male.

King of the dead, harden his darkness, wrap his armor around him, lead the dead spirits, intercept the brave men.

The king of the dead, his power shall be mighty, and he shall pierce his sword, the lion.

Now the lion seals his sword with his body, and paves the way for the blood of the brave men.

Divine sword, divine spear brilliant.

The King of the Dead, challenging God, finally entrusted himself to the Dark God (Noctis).

……

I was impressed that it was a pretty well done poem, but my grandfather and his squire were puzzled that they were becoming poems.

"Nong et al are not heroes or anything..."

"No, I'm a hero. Right, Mr. Ulrich," said the queen,

"Bye. You protected the food for our lives. What do you call a hero instead of a hero?"

To the powerful words of Ulrich, the Dwarves say, "Right!," "Sieg, Scotch! I said," I agreed.

My grandfathers couldn't say anything more.

■ ■ ■

The poem "Ugh", sung at the Lasmore Village Festival, was named “The Lions' Kai Song”. It was improvised based on stories I heard from young vigilantes, but well thought out lyrics.

The “Hammer Warrior”, especially in a crisis, was subtly different from the Dwarves, but was made to please the guests.

But for what many soldiers of the Kingdom of Kaum and the adventurers of Periclitle had heard, this poem was seldom sung afterwards.

Originally, the songs of this hand's war memoir are sung in the liquor store, and mercenaries and adventurers who have lost their comrades request friends.

But not only did the poem itself not make them feel sad, but the tune was bright, so it did not go along with their demands.

If any other than the Village of Rasmore vigilante had participated in this battle, remembering the brave battle might have changed the circumstances, but he was distanced from saying that even the village of Rasmore did not deserve much as a poem he knew.

The aim of the bards is the Dwarves, but they have no culture of drinking while listening to the bard's poetry. The music itself sometimes plays as a BGM, but they prefer to sing their own usual toast songs.

However, the title “The Lions' Kai Song” itself was known to the rest of the world. It is purely as the title of the story.

This spread because of the involvement of Queen Katrina Brentwood.

She made me write down this poem and re-create it as a story after returning to the royal palace. Moreover, the story adds that the blacksmiths, apart from the story of the battle, went to the rescue all night.

And he gave the finished story to Ars Branch Manager of the Commercial Guild.

"If we spread this story, wouldn't your guild have a good relationship with the blacksmith guild?

In contrast, the Branch Manager does not understand the Queen's thoughts and confirms his sincerity.

"I'm sure that's a good possibility, but I don't see why your country would want us to be more convenient."

"My country feels strongly indebted to the Lockhart family. If this story spreads, you'll see that the Lockhart family is strongly bonded to the blacksmiths. Then there will be no more fools interfering with Lockhart."

The Branch Manager was not convinced by the Queen's explanation.

Because even though the Kaum kingdom feels beneficial to the Knights of the Empire, it raises the question of whether it needs to be so convenient.

The Branch Manager did not utter the question. Because the unwillingness to speak to the queen was spyed out of an ambiguous grin and we thought we shouldn't be forced to ask because there was no doubt that it was in our interest.

The commercial guild then used hard copy printing and printing to sell this pictorial tale called "The Lions' Kai Song” for a cheap value of less than a tenth of a normal picture book.

At Ars, it sold a lot, mainly Dwarves. It was also used as a textbook when remembering letters because it is overwhelmingly cheaper than other books in other countries and the story is easy to understand.

There is still talk of the Kingdom of Kaum secretly providing financial assistance and requesting it to be sold cheaply, but it has not been officially confirmed.