Dream Life

December 30th. Today is the last day of Tria's history in 3018.

We headed south on Ars Street towards the imperial capital Plymouth and arrived in Ars, the king capital of the Kaum kingdom.

New Year's Eve also meant that the busy Ars streets, usually with carriages, were relatively empty, and they arrived at the South Daimon in Ars before 3 p.m., a little earlier than planned.

From the village to Ars, the weather has collapsed a little. There is no other major trouble, and it is proceeding as originally planned.

Do you know how Luna was most worried and how easy it was to travel, no nervousness, little by little but we can talk. Even so, we're just talking unilaterally looking out at the landscape.

The high-altitude Ars already had a snowy view, and the roofs of the houses made on the slopes were not the usual heavy, bitter gray, but were dyed bright white by snow. So much so that I feel like it's a different city than when I saw it in the fall.

The streets were empty, but it was also a year-round event, with people coming from nearby villages and crowded in front of the gates.

But those of us flying the flag of a winged golden eagle, or the flag of the Caerm Empire, can be judged as a matter of priority.

I thought I could see it with cold eyes from the people lining up in the cold skies, but when I saw the Rockhart family crest, I said, "Welcome to Ars!" There were many who smiled and waved. Where did you learn inside, "Sieg, Scotch!" So much so that some of them were screaming, apparently welcoming us at the right time to arrive.

I was wondering how you found out about our arrival then, but soon it turned out why.

The examination of the entry into the city itself will soon be over and will creep through the gates of splendid making.

Hundreds of dwarves inside are hissing, "I've been waiting for you! voice and" Sieg, Scotch! "The voices were staggered.

The people outside the gate said Dwarves were waiting, so they knew we were arriving.

I guess for the citizens of Ars, it feels like, "Where there's a lockhart, there's a dwarf”.

I walked into the south gate and it's a square, but with just a few hundred dwarves, I can't get around.

Soon Ulrich Drexler, the blacksmith guild's master craftsman, showed up and said, "We're heading to HQ!" and gives instructions in a copper tongue. Without confusion, the Dwarves followed its instructions and walked out toward the General Headquarters to the east.

My father approached me worried about how it was going.

"It's not good to go into a banquet like this. There are also the Ignacious. Zach, you're in charge here."

I nod loudly and say, "Okay." This situation is to be expected. Of course, measures are contemplated.

"His Highness the Viscount Radford and the Rockhart family carriage to the Golden Floor" Anvil "Pavilion”! Father and brother, please come with me to General Headquarters! Sim! I'll take care of the mothers! I'll put Dan on the transmission later... "

In the meantime, my father and brother, and we, Zachsextedt, respond and in the meantime, check in to the inn. The inn itself is already holding back, so it's fine to leave the process itself to Sim Marron.

When we left the horses with our squire, we started walking straight with the Dwarves.

"As always, my parents...... hahahaha!

Speak up to Oigen Hauser, a veteran blacksmith and divine spear for fun as Beatrice shudders.

"Of course not. My drinking buddies have come a long way. It's Dwarf's manners to entertain you immediately with alcohol!

"Bye! You have to have a drink first. It won't start!

"No, not enough for one drink! Don't drink it down!

Such a voice rises from among the Dwarves.

"Call his wives right away, too. Oh, you can finally call the Imperial Archangel. If you want a drink with Noona. Gahahahaha!"

Gaelnote Graver says that and laughs luxuriously.

(With that said, Master Ignacious had never had a drink with a dwarf other than the Beltrams. Will it be okay......)

Viscount Ignacious Radford is the best gastronomer in the Empire, but he has never attended the Great Banquet of the Dwarves.

Beltrams behave in the village as so-called “dwarf dishes” because they were unable to attend the Spring Dwarf Festival and said they felt sorry for them. However, there is little chance of attending a rude banquet due to the fact that he is the head of the Viscount family, and anxiety remains.

My father thought the same thing about me, giving me instructions in a whisper.

"Don't take your eyes off Lord Ignacious. Unlike us, I'm not used to it. I hope it just crumbles, but it doesn't necessarily mean there's nothing life-threatening..."

"Copy that. I'm sure Master Ignacious will be fine, but I'll be careful just in case."

I don't think he'll get drunk like no other, a respectable gastronomer, but if you're dealing with a dwarf, you better assume you don't know what's going to happen.

One voice after another from the familiar Dwarves as they walk. So much so that I'm glad I kept my armor on because every time I get slapped in the back with a bash.

Upon arrival at General Headquarters, the courtyard was already lined with barrels of liquor and many stalls exited. Do you make fried food in it, or the oil is warmed in a large pan.

"Near the bonfire would be nice. Somebody, booze! Bring the booze!

Then an Alliance official comes flying and hands us a jock filled with beer with white breath. As soon as we get to the Lockhart family side, Ulrich stands up.

"Well done, my friend!

That's what I said. I'll put up the jock I was taking out at some point. Naturally, the liquor is full, and the other dwarves raise their jocks the same way.

The next moment, when there was no signal, he said, "Sieg, Scotch!" The voice was chanted.

We said the same thing, "Sieg, Scotch! I say," I put up a jock, but I can't get used to this hanging voice.

(Wouldn't it normally be nice to have a toast... well, I hope they're convinced, but I remember hearing it was a special word...)

Mouth the jock as you think about that in a corner of your mind.

Inside it was Ulrich's prized white beer. A sweet white beer is pleasant for those who have ridden in the cold wind.

(A little too cold, but still delicious. If it's a little hotter, a lager type firm beer would be better for the first glass, but a little dark eyed white or black beer would be nice outside in the middle of winter...)

Everyone just put their mouths on and Ulrich nodded small.

I nod back to him, too, and tell my father, "Say something, please". My father was also used to it and, without confusion, immediately began to greet me.

"Thank you, everyone! Thanks to all of you, the village is back to normal. And, of course, the Scots are making well!

So the Dwarves nod contentedly.

"Tonight is the last night of the year. Have fun drinking friends who aren't here, and in the new year! Cheers!"

That's what I say and raise the jock.

Now the Dwarves say, "Cheers!" and chanting. I still don't understand the usage around here.

Ulrich cut out the story to my father. Looks slightly reluctant for a luxurious dwarf.

"By the way, I heard you're going to be a Viscount, but what's going to happen to the village? Rumor has it we might move into new territory."

When Ulrich asks the question, the courtyard becomes quiet in Russia, where the louder the toast was until earlier. The other Dwarves are listening and seem interested in the departure of the Lockhart family, leaving the village of Rasmore or staying.

Apparently, this is what I wanted to hear and they brought me here early.

In response to that inquiry, my father stared straight at Ulrich and began to speak to make it sound like all Dwarves.

"The Lockhart family will continue to be with the village of Rasmore. We will send deputies to the new territories, but our homes will never leave the village. This is something Rodrick the next generation has also acknowledged."

"I mean, it's not like it's ever been."

My father snorts loudly at the words. The Dwarves simultaneously exhaled a breath of relief. Like the villagers in the village of Rasmore, they also seemed to want the Lockhart family to avoid leaving the sacred village of Rasmore.

"I'm not in a position to say this, but I think Lockhart deserves Rasmore Village."

Afterwards, when I warmed up my old mate for about thirty minutes, Ulrich said, "I didn't even let you out of gear, and I'm sorry. Everyone's been waiting. You couldn't have come," he said, bowing his head gently.

"No, I don't care. Of course, if I take my gear off, I'm going to come back with my family..."

My father also stopped saluting me because it was not a public place, but a conversation as an individual. And he sent me an eye-catcher. Probably asking me to explain Viscount Radford.

"His Royal Highness Viscount Ignacious Radford, His Majesty the Emperor, said he wanted to come here, would you mind? I have a hold on booze, Jen. I'm sure we'll all like it."

"I told you Zach had liquor restraints," says Georg Stoke, who made my protective gear. I'm surprised he opens his eyes.

"Master Ignacious has become the best gastronomer in the Empire and is my comrade when it comes to booze. His enthusiasm for booze is extraordinary."

The Dwarves are even more surprised by my words.

"Come on! If Zach were to say so much, he would be a nobleman of the Empire, but not one of them! Good!"

to the Ulrich compartment. "" Ooh! "" but I was in a hurry.

(I guess I raised the hurdle a little too much. I think Master Ignacious would be fine...)

With a little anxiety, I headed to the inn.

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After Zacharias and the others headed to the inn, the Dwarves began to make cheerful noises. Because I was able to confirm that the Lockhart family would remain in the village of Rasmore.

In the meantime, there was a buzz among veteran blacksmiths about Viscount Radford.

"We've exhausted that Zach is a“ comrade, "Gaelnote says, a one-handed sword-making masterpiece Johann Wilt nodding loudly.

In the meantime, Luc Broich, the armorer, started talking out loud.

"With that said, I've heard the name Radford!

"What do you mean, Luc! I don't know anyone in the Imperial aristocracy," Wood Ravengart mixes back.

"Of course, I don't know nobles! But the name sounds familiar. Those who went to the April Skills Assessment will remember!"

"I don't remember you!," Gaelnote said, and Georg nodded loudly as well.

"A merchant brought in by Gunter from the Plymouth branch. The merchant said the name Radford..."

Luc began talking about a merchant that Gunter Fink, the blacksmith guild branch manager at Imperial Plyms, was taking with him.

"He's certainly one of the best gastronomers in the empire, and he says Zach and I are close. I thought you asked me to look at the taste of the product at my place because it was a courtesy of the Viscount. And Zach told me not to hesitate to ask for his advice. The Viscount who said it was Radford."

"You did say that to Gunter, too. Radford said he was close to Zach. Do a lot of new things..."

Nicholas Garland's sword-beaten Gotthardt is squeaking bumps. Murmuring sounded loud and firm to the blacksmiths around.

"I remember Noon, too. That whoever brought that Seawell wine was Radford. I hear Zach put his hand on that one, but Zach said many times that the original wine was delicious. If you chose that wine that roared Zach, you'd be quite a drinker."

When Ulrich says so, Gaelnote says, "Is that wine? But I don't remember that story," he jocks with no interest.

"You don't care about anything else if it's delicious. I forgot the next day, even the Yale I chose."

That's what Wood laughs at.

"It's not always about Gaelnote, but it's more about Radford. If Zach says he's a comrade, he's got to put his mind to it. But there's nothing we can do about it now."

That's what Ulrich said, Alliance clerk Jack Harper raised his hand and asked to speak.

"What is it, Jack? Is that a good idea?"

Jack nods loudly and shows off his thoughts.

"Earlier, Master Zacharias was drinking the white beer of the master craftsman. So I remembered that I had heard that Viscount Radford regretted his failure to attend the liquor review earlier with a tear of blood. I mean, I was wondering if we could offer the blacksmiths some booze they're proud of."

Ulrich gives a slightly discouraged look.

"I know that, but that's the only way to do it."

Did Jack assume the word, or he will answer it right away?

"Master Zacharias is very constrained by the temperature of the liquor. Not only that, but also compatible with the food. I can only ask Master Zacharias about the temperature, but if we put out a combination at the liquor tasting about the dishes, it would be a reproduction of the“ Dwarf Festival ”that the Viscount wanted to participate in so much as tears of blood"

The blacksmiths say "enough" and nod.

"All right! I'm going with Jack's proposal!

The blacksmiths caught officials in Ulrich's words and began to confirm liquor and cooking.

Gaelnote said, "Don't leave any black beer at Non's! Prepare the rock pig Rockbore salami that Zach admires!" He shouts.

Next to it, Georg said, "Don't let Zach or Sharon cool the lager! Keep the bird skewers ready to cook!," he gave instructions, adding that Oigen said, "Brown ale is too cold when it's outside! Put it back in the warehouse!" He was screaming.

Other woods and backpacks went to check the taste of their prized white wines and apple liquors (seedles), and the solemn atmosphere of New Year's Eve was not even dusty.

In the meantime, Jack was beginning to prepare further.