Dream Life

Tria history on the morning of November 2, 318.

The evening dawned, but the festival of celebrations was still going on.

Although Scotch disappeared before the date changed, he still had barley and wine, which he said would last until he drank out of it.

I said until I ran out of drinks, but time would be about an hour or two away.

We've had a couple of hypnotic sleeps and we hang out to the end, but it's just hard. Mel and Sharon have fallen asleep on the way, so I'm taking them back to the mansion, and Liddy was there until the end, but he's had a few temporary sleeps, just like me. The only thing Beatrice did was hang out fine until the end.

Of course, the queen still showed her Dwarf-like drunkenness and is still cheerfully inclined to jock.

Naturally, all the Dwarves were fine.

Especially this time there were many young dwarves, who had always heard cheerful voices. They came to us at the Lockhart family and hung up words after words.

Many of them,

"I'll make you an arm so you can drink Scotch fast!

"If you want to drink this guy, you can stand any training! I'll make sure you get to know me soon!

He had expressed a strong determination to, for example: I heard the words and made fun of the Ulrich's veterans.

"Three hundred parents can't be relieved. That momentum will catch up in a few years."

I meant to be a mild joke, but I couldn't afford the Ulrich's faces.

"Nor are Nong and the others. I don't want to be driven down by forty or fifty youths, but the sixties are not insulted. In fact, the parents in their seventies should have a sense of crisis."

Speaking of the sixties, Beltram is applicable, but certainly his arms have reached a first-rate range. Besides, the parents of the branch were centered in the seventies, and in fact, the Dagenhardts of the Welburn branch showed comparable arms to the parents of Ars.

With such a proven track record, if the superb “bait” named Scotch could hang in front of you, the motivation of middle-class blacksmiths in their fifties and sixties would be greatly enhanced.

Incidentally, the 300 parent is in the position of managing committee member of the Blacksmith Guild and is composed of some good veteran blacksmiths who gave way to the parent of the main workshop and the workshop backwards.

They say these three hundred will be decided at the five-yearly general meeting, but they are basically replaced by the way their predecessors nominate their successors. It was a relatively smooth alternation because it was an image of a troublesome position before Scotch could drink, but there was little alternation at the last general meeting, which was in 315, apparently.

They say the next general meeting will be in January 2020, a year or two later, and the middle class seems to be aiming to play down at that time.

"The next general meeting is going to be rough. I may borrow your wisdom, so thank you then."

All I could do was say, "I'm in trouble when you ask me to..."

(In fact, you can't even run an election, and if you're as good at it as Beltram, you're pretty good at it. I don't know how to choose...... well if I don't try it then I can't do it......)

I decided to send the problem forward.

Not only is it a difficult issue, but it is very unpleasant for me to go deeper into the Blacksmith Guild.

The owner (owner) of the Zach collection alone has a strong influence on the Alliance. If such a person were to choose a steering committee member directly involved in the operation of the Alliance, it might seem like a mastermind.

(I hope you have good control around Kati, but I guess you can't...)

Still, it's refreshing to see the young blacksmiths motivated. Even if it's for booze.

I ran out of all the booze I prepared around 9am.

That amount is three days from October 29th, two hundred and eighty for barley and fifty for wine in bat barrel conversion. This is due to the addition yesterday of eighty bars and twenty wines sent by Pericritle.

And Scotch's fifty in quarterbarrels.

Though there are more than a thousand and five hundred dwarves, it is not the quantity consumed by four thousand people.

(I'm going to be convinced when they say it's a 100,000 person event. I thought all the booze was gone from the northern part of the Kaum kingdom. I'm getting seriously worried......)

Apparently, Kaum Kingdom bureaucrat Sir Otto Elwes has arranged to carry alcohol from around Ars, but I'm worried the Dwarves will have alcohol to drink after tomorrow. If we can't arrange it, we'll be in big trouble.

The Dwarves are going to regret it, but the Black Steel Knights of the Kaum Kingdom had already begun to prepare for their departure.

Today's destination is the border town of Bogwood, only twenty kilometres away, which can be fully reached even if we leave around noon.

Equally the adventurers from Periclitle are beginning to prepare, and it seems that they are also going to enter Kilnarek, twenty-five kilometers away, by the end of the day.

Sir Elwes, who is very active this time, but he is energetically instructing the soldiers to load their luggage, order of departure, etc. Last night I was putting him to rest, without accompanying him to the banquet, in order to struggle until then. He is still a young man in his mid-twenties and has fully recovered from a good night's sleep.

The luggage the soldiers are loading is empty barrels. I will reuse it at our place to some extent, but even if there are just over three hundred of them, I will have them brought back.

Baron Isador Roxbala, commander of the Black Steel Knights, was addressing his father. At the end of their gaze was a pile of swords left behind by Skeleton.

"This is a terrific amount to look at."

"It's a tremendous amount indeed. The blacksmiths seem to be more than two thousand years old, but I wonder where all these swords were..."

There are many shapes I'm unfamiliar with about swords, and I have Ulrich and his veteran blacksmiths look at them to find out what Skeleton is all about.

That one-handed sword is shorter and slightly wider than the long sword we use. My impression is it's close to Gladius, which was used in Roman times.

Asking the famous one-handed sword artist Johann Wilt, who was looking at the sword with Ulrich, for his opinion,

"Something the Imperial Army used until about 2,000 years ago seems close. At the time, heavier infantry was the dominant force than cavalry..."

The main force of the Imperial Army today is the cavalry, but during the expansion the Empire was not under full control of the Central Meadow Zone, the famous place of the horses, with few excellent military horses. He also said that the enemy ahead to invade had no organized state and preferred formations in which heavily armed infantry suitable for defense would serve as avant-garde guards to protect the rear magicians.

Heavy infantry was also not dominated by spear soldiers because the enemy had few cavalry. Also, due to the large number of flying magicians such as the Wing Demons, they used a well-rounded shorter sword to allow them to move their large shields freely upwards.

"When I got rid of the Demons, they stopped using me for borders. I find it strange that the undead from the east have it, but there may have been an army that chased the demons and wiped them out..."

Approximately two thousand years ago, demons lived in an area centered around what is now Periclitle. The empire reconciled itself with the kingdom of Kaum, a mountainous area and good at defensive combat, with the rich perimeter of Pericritle as the goal of the invasion.

At the time, the Kingdom of Lax was in an evil situation with demonic tribes with many arrogant people, who had repeated skirmishes at the border. For that reason, he acquiesced in the invasion of the Empire.

The Demons were some powerful races, such as the overwhelming Great Ghost Nation, the magically gifted and winged Demons capable of attacking from the sky, but defeated the Imperial Army with poor inter-tribal cooperation and superior quantity.

Even after their defeat, the Demons, who still had high pride, did not desist from resisting by subordinating themselves to the Empire. The Imperial Army went on an operation to eradicate the Demons after they took control of the perimeter of Pericritle. Some demons tried to flee into the Kingdom of Lax, but Lax refuses to accept refugees and is cooperating with the Empire.

The Demons had no choice but to head to the Aquila Mountains and flee into the land known as the Eternal Darkness (Kwaedam Tenebre).

Only a great victory and the annihilation of the Demon Nation are told in the history books of the Empire, but the troops who pursued them to the eternal darkness (Kwaedam Tenebre) may have been defeated in retrograde attack.

If you think about it that way, it's not strange to have weapons from the Imperial Army of a long time ago in the land of the Demons.

The only wonder is that if left unattended for two thousand years, the iron sword should rust and decay, but although not cared for, it can be maintained to such an extent that it can be used in action.

(Maybe it was stored in some way. If you think about my storage magic Inventory, wouldn't it be strange if the Winged Demons, who have magical talent, knew similar magic)

After all, I didn't know why, but it was definitely a sword used by the Imperial Army about 2,000 years ago.

"It's not all mass-produced castings. Some of the decorations are somewhat elaborate, but they don't seem like magic swords."

Johan was right, and the results we checked were the same. Was it like a commander or was there something decorated in the "Pommel" part of the pattern, but there was no object fitted with a magic crystal stone or written with a magic formation?

It is clear that even as a result of the reconnaissance, it has crossed Aquila directly, and when considered in conjunction with the origin of this sword, there is no denying the possibility that the Demons are involved. I'm just wondering if the Demons could control an undead as powerful as Vlad Varonos, King of the Undead. Furthermore, this time only the undead, have not seen a single demonic.

If the Demons are involved, at least there must be someone to check the results, and it's hooked that they didn't look that way at all.

Maybe we just didn't notice, but I didn't feel aligned with the Demon Clan's previous strategy.

(It might be premature to think of this as part of the demonic invasion. The undead were obviously after Luna, and so was the orc a year ago...... the demons are connected to the enemies of the gods? Too little information to say anything...)

This sword, combined with the recovered protective equipment, has a total weight of more than thirty tons, but because it is intended to be used for certain purposes, it is to be stored in the warehouse of the training institute.

Around eleven o'clock, the Periclitle group finished preparing to leave.

As Dwarf's representative, Geiselhael came to say hello.

"I'm sorry I even had a banquet on top of not being able to make it, but I was fully entertained. Thank you."

That's what I say. I give my father my right hand. My father took that hand,

"I just want to thank you for coming"

Guisel Hale held hands with disappointment.

"Non and others are always on our side. If you need anything, it's bound to fly."

That's what I said and overlaid my left hand.

After my father, I followed my grandfather, my brother, and he came to me.

"When you come to Periclitle, show your face. You're always welcome."

"Oh, one of these days I'm going to Periclitle, so please do me a favor then"

When Geiselhale finished his greeting, the Periclitle group set off.

As the line passed between the hills, the villagers said, "Thanks!," he waved, expressing his gratitude.

The Ars group was ready to leave around noon.

After the queen greeted her on behalf of the kingdom, Ulrich said goodbye as Dwarf representative.

"Nona's soul is with Lockhart! Whatever enemies come, the Dwarves will surely come to help! Don't forget that!

In that word, the Dwarves said, "Right!", "Non and others are always on Lockhart's side!" The voice goes up.

Ulrich turns to the Dwarves after about thirty seconds of enthusiastic cheering and a slight quiet.

"Dwarves! Noon swears here! Whether those who obsess over Lockhart are gods or not, they will fight! All the dwarves here! Raise your arms for the thoughts of Non and for the" when "!

And, as usual, he shook his arms up loudly and said, "Sieg Scotch!" I could yell.

The Dwarves respond to that roar.

"" Sieg Scotch!

"" Sieg Scotch!

"" Sieg Scotch!

Dwarves' enthusiasm springs up the woods between the hills.

After several minutes, Ulrich made a double-handed gesture to calm down, and the enthusiastic cry subsided.

"As you can see, all dwarves are not on Lockhart's side. Make a delicious drink with confidence. That's our only hope."

My father nodded loudly and expressed his gratitude to all.

"My Lockhart family will never forget this thank you! As long as there is a rock heart in Rasmore Village, we will continue to make delicious liquor to reward you!

The Dwarves cheered and applauded my father's fervent proclamation.

(Has my father also been poisoned by Dwarves, or is he just getting used to it, he was going to end up talking about making booze... well, as long as I'm around, he probably just doesn't think he's going to get out of hand with booze...)

In an avid atmosphere, the Royal Kaum Army left. The queens' carriage is still there, as the Dwarves, when combined, will be nearly three thousand queues.

For this reason, I was able to speak to the victim, Sir Elwes, for this greatest merit.

"We intend to enforce the law on the quality of distilled liquor as soon as we return to Ars"

The law on the quality of distilled liquor was proposed by me when I visited Ars last year.

If they thought it was going to be okay because there were few stakeholders, they would have lagged behind because of the harassment of the conservatives.

"We won't do anything halfway more than we've seen so much enthusiasm! Her Royal Highness tells me by the end of the year, but I will put it into effect immediately!

Sir Elwes, a bureaucrat, was also impressed by the enthusiasm of the Dwarves, waving his fist like a hot-blooded man to proclaim it.

"The distillers will return to Ars next summer. Please ensure that their efforts are not wasted by then."

Candidates for distillers publicly recruited by the Blacksmith Guild have begun training since August of 316. Next summer, the three-year period I've decided will pass. In other words, distillation begins in the fall of 319 in Ars.

There won't be anything near Ars, the knee of the Blacksmith Guild, that would degrade the quality of the liquor, but I don't know what will happen in places that are out of sight.

Buying the Dwarves' anger doesn't mean they don't want a temporary gain.

"I'll take care of the law developers. But in other ways, I'd like to help Sir Zacharias."

That said Sir Elwes bowed his head.

Naturally, we need to build a distillery until next summer, and I'm actively trying to support that as well.

"All I can do is cooperate. It's also a reward for the blacksmiths."

From the line of Dwarves who started walking, "Sieg Scotch!" The honking goes up. That was as if you had heard my words.

It was time for the queen's carriage to leave.

"Well, gentlemen, thank you for your help. Be sure to come to the royal palace when you pass through Ars. Good day, then."

That said, the queen boarded the carriage. On that occasion, he said, "Sieg Scotch! shouting," but no one thought it was strange.

The people who came to the rescue from the Kingdom of Kaum left.

When those loose people are gone, the village of Rasmore is surrounded by idle atmosphere.

"This is all over now."

That's what my father groaned.

We were all snorting in our hearts at that word.