Dream Life

Tria history at 6: 00 pm on December 30, 2018.

After arriving at Ars and being taken straight to the General Headquarters of the Blacksmith Guild, he was able to finish his greeting and enter the Golden Floor "Anvil" pavilion, an inn. Viscount Ignacious Radford, who was acting differently, had paid a tribute visit to the Royal Palace as a nobleman of the Empire and had returned a little before us.

"Surprisingly, it was over soon. I was just going to tell the officials today, but I didn't expect to even see Lord Moncton. It used to take me half a day to meet the Duke class..."

According to the Viscount, until the other day, it was difficult to just meet the officials in charge because of bad bureaucracy. But this time the process went smoothly and we were able to meet the Duke of Ladislas Moncton, diplomatic contact with the Caerm Empire, in about an hour.

I haven't heard the details, but they say the main factor is the loss of the Marquis of Shergold, close to the king, and the rise of Sir Otto Elwes and other young bureaucrats.

"Her Royal Highness Queen Katrina was there on the spot, and she said she wanted to go to the feast at the Blacksmith's Guild today. Exactly. I guess I can't even join you today with patience."

The Viscount told me that with a laugh, but I didn't think that the queen was honestly in the royal palace.

You think the same thing, you hear my father talking to himself, "Are you sure?"

I will tighten the matter of the queen out of my head and inform the Viscount of my plans for today.

"Chef Drexler was pleased to admit to Ignacious' feast."

The Viscount said, "That's good. Because I was looking forward to it," he snorted disgruntled.

"But be careful"

"What do you want? Oh, I guess that means don't drink too much"

The Viscount seems to understand my concerns, too.

"When you get caught up in the Dwarves' pace, they all crush you in about an hour, even Master Ignacious. I'll hang the magic of detoxification in moderation, but be very careful. It can even be life-threatening."

I didn't mean to threaten you, but the grin disappears from the Viscount's face in my words.

"That's it... No, you wouldn't know it if you heard about the festival in Rasmore Village..."

The Viscount himself is strong for booze. If it was wine, I would lightly empty about two full bottles, and still, there was nothing like Lu Rhythm becoming suspicious.

"Be especially careful with distilled liquor. Because drinking at the Dwarf's pace is suicidal."

The Viscount also nods with a serious look because I don't break my serious look.

"Aye, okay. You don't want to get drunk like me. And, like Lord Zacharias, I think distilled liquor is something to enjoy slowly."

Hearing that, I finally loosened my expression.

6: 30 p.m. Alliance clerk Jack Harper picked him up.

"Thank you for waiting. Sorry to bother you in the cold, but please walk"

It is about two hundred meters from the Golden Floor Pavilion to the main headquarters, not far enough to go by carriage. It would be an attentive statement to the emperor's deputy, or the Viscount, who is an angel.

Does the Viscount know about it, too, with a refreshing grin and a light hand up.

"I hear it's right around the corner. I don't give a shit."

Sim Marron and the new squire of the Lockhart family, members of the vigilante, are to prepare for tomorrow's sight with the King and take care of their gear, with others joining the feast.

The Viscount Radford side will also only be accompanied by the captain of the convoy, Osborne Towerdin, and a few knights of the convoy, in addition to the Viscount.

Outside the inn is cold besides thoughts. Although Ars is south of the village of Rasmore, the altitude is high and the cold is severe.

Take a leisurely walk through the city of Ars exhaling in white breath.

The snow accumulated by the light leaking from the gaps in the wooden windows created a beautiful shadow, with the solemnity before the New Year. On the other hand, the leaking voice was fun, and he also felt a unique atmosphere at the end of the year that was not just solemn.

As the General Headquarters approaches, the singing and food scents of the Dwarves gradually flow. They seem to enjoy the banquet as usual, regardless of whether it's New Year's Eve.

Approaching the gate, as before, the road is flooded with dwarves and jocks.

"Well done! Sieg, Scotch!

"Cheers to my friend! Sieg, Scotch!

Such voices frequently take place, and each time they wave loudly to respond.

When you enter the courtyard from the gate, the dwarves are hissing there too, so much so that you wonder if the dwarves all over Ars are gathered. Ask him later. He said most of the dwarves were gathered.

"Well done!" Ulrich screamed out loud, "First of all, booze!" and put up a jock.

We are handed a jock with barley wine and Luna and her brothers are given a cup of pottery with warm milk. They show consideration for not giving alcohol to human children, but all the Dwarf children held a barley jock. If you let them tell you, they can drink wheat liquor because it's not booze.

I think about the effects on my growing body, but if I think about the ability of the liver of an adult dwarf, it would be okay for a child.

By the way, barley is the type of ale that is routinely served at headquarters. Looks like the Dwarves prepared the usual drinks quickly for the toast.

Where everyone had a jock, Ulrich said, "Cheers!" and put up a jock, and we'll summon.

You were sensed by the atmosphere, even Luna had raised a cup with milk a little.

Viscount Radford turned to greet Ulrich as he drank his barley.

"Ulrich Drexler is regarded as the chief craftsman. I am Ignacious Radford, the Marquis of Seawell's minister. I am allowed to be cordial with the Lockhart family. Later, get to know each other."

Thank you gracefully for saying so. The trick was uncomfortable and natural.

"Are you Viscount Radford? Ulrich Drexler. Zach tells me you're in possession of booze."

That's what Ulrich offered his right hand.

"There's no more restraint than Lord Zacharias," he grins bitterly.

"Well I guess so. There's no way in the world that many liquor lovers do that. Gahahahaha!"

Ulrich says so and laughs lavishly, and the Viscount laughs with his mouth wide open. I'm laughing couscous around, not only the Dwarves, but even the Liddies, and I can't help it.

"I'm not holding you that far... I'm just trying to drink better."

When I squealed like that, the solitaire sounded like a Viscount.

"The level of ambition is different, from ours. I also publicly proclaim gastronomy as a hobby, but I don't care about the slightest difference in temperature, the order in which the dishes are served, and the subtle compatibility with alcohol."

When I try to argue, Ulrich says, "Wouldn't that be good? Be praised," he said, turning his face to the Viscount again.

"Call me Ulrich about Non. Non also calls you Lord Ignacious. Anyway, I'm not a drinker."

The Viscount had a surprised look on his face.

"We haven't exchanged only one cup yet, are you sure?"

My voice is slightly trembling and I can see the tension.

The Viscount is so nervous because he understands what it means to be told by the Dwarf blacksmiths to be "drinking buddies”.

Their drinking companionship is tantamount to declaring that there is no spare time in risking their lives. In other words, as I threw everything to protect the Lockhart family, I would be saying that if anything were to happen to the Viscount, I would rush.

"Sure, you may not be in there while you drink, but you'll see soon enough. That's what Zach respects about booze. Whatever the maker is, it's not the first time I've heard he can be respected by a drinker. Then you are well qualified to be one of the others."

I'm listening to it. It makes me look better, but I have no objection to the Viscount's detention at first sight.

Ulrich added that to the surprising and solidifying Viscount,

"We're not going to entertain them as much as we can think of. Let me hear your opinion without abomination."

That's what I say. I walk Zunzun toward the barrel.

"Master Ignacious is having a hard time, too. Suddenly, I can't believe I'm a judge at the Dwarf Festival"

When I make fun of myself for saying that, the Viscount stares at me with a serious look.

"I heard you entertain me, but you didn't mishear me..."

The audacious Viscount is still stunned.

Dwarf blacksmiths have no flair for whatever power they may be. One of the most prestigious such dwarves is the blacksmith guild master. If the person tells you that you are a comrade even though you first met him, and you will behave more alcoholically, it may be natural to be surprised.

"Isn't that nice? Enjoy delicious drinks and dishes as usual."

That's what I said, pulled his hand, and followed the Ulrich's.

Ulrich waited in front of a warehouse on the north side of the courtyard. There are dozens of barrels lined up in front of the warehouse, and even a few throughout the warehouse.

"I'm sorry, but I need you to adjust the temperature. I don't think Noon's white beer is just right, but I'm not sure."

When Ulrich says so, the Gaelic notes say, "I want a black beer," and "Neither does the Brew."

Not to say against the Dwarves who have preceded the liquor, but I don't have time to get there and settle down early.

"Okay, okay. Sharon, I'm sorry, but I need your help."

"Yes," Sharon nods with a smile.

"We'll let you drink on your own. I can't drink slowly when I'm with you guys."

That's what Beatrice says and leaves. Liddy has said that he will act differently with the same shuddering face.

"I'm drinking near the fire, too. What's Mel gonna do?

"I am with Master Zach. Mr. Luna will stay with you. 'Cause it's funny just to watch."

That's what Mel said and pulled Luna's hand and followed me.

Luna looks like she takes care of a cup of milk that is chilling but warm, and follows Mel.

To check the temperature of the liquor, we first checked the temperature of the black beer on the gauge note. However, it was cold enough to run out of richness because it was placed outdoors in the middle of winter like snow.

"Black beer is about the balance between aroma and flavour. This is too cold."

"Really? It feels just right for Non..."

That's what Gaelnote says and tilts his neck. The Viscount, who saw the appearance, was shaking his head small and beside him, muttering to himself.

"Speaking of Lord Gaelnote, he should have been a former master craftsman and a legendary armor maker... I heard that no matter how tall he was, his thoughts were unbendable craftsman... that's how it is..."

Ignore the Viscount's solitaire and give Sharon instructions.

"I want the whole barrel warmed up for about twenty seconds"

"Okay. But is it twenty seconds? Is it okay?"

Although a large barrel containing more than two hundred litres, the temperature rises considerably if the magic of the pseudo-perche effect is multiplied by twenty seconds.

"At the end of the day, I'll adjust, so you can do it with some boldness"

When it feels like I've received it, Pilsner or Lager feels delicious five times or less. The black beer on the gauge note is a sweet stout, so I feel a little warm at least ten degrees, thirteen or four degrees is good for my taste.

I leave the barrel of gauge notes to Sharon to check the temperature one after the other.

Most liquor was too cold because of the near zero outside temperature. The red wine in particular is so flavorless that I'm raising the temperature myself.

After checking the temperature in sufficient time, give instructions one after the other.

"You can put the barrel you keep outside in the warehouse, or you can put a blanket or something on it! If it gets cold from the current temperature, I want you to tell me or Sharon!

Alliance staff ran out on my instructions and the Dwarves were frightened.

"Do you have to make it that far... I think it's delicious enough for Non..."

I heard Gaelnote whining.

"Then try something in its current state. Must be getting extraordinarily good."

Dwarves begin to check my words for the taste of the liquor they bring in.

"... it does taste good. Was the black beer so delicious..."

Gaelic notes groaning and jocking.

"If you look at me like this, you know very well that I can't even reach my feet. This is all the famous blacksmiths seem to call themselves mentors. You are the son of the god of alcohol, Lord Zacharias."

"Even Master Ignacious understands this extent."

When the Viscount tried to say something, he called out to see if the Ulrich had finished checking the taste of their liquor.

"Now, which one do you want me to drink from? I thought you were ready to cook."

I didn't notice from the liquor confirmation, but a short distance away, Alliance officials prepared fried food and skewers. Jack Harper, who was in charge of us when we were looking for the distillery, is in charge of that.

"You can also fry at any time! The white sausage of the master craftsman is about to be cooked! The dry stuff is ready on the plate, so whatever you want!

That's what Jack tells us.

It seems that the stalls lined up on this occasion are reproducing what they put out at the Dwarf Festival they went to in April.

Dry fruit and white mold salami to match the black beer on the gael notes, as well as hard-based cheese to match the brown ale of Oigen, are served on plates, ready to be taken.

Furthermore, the white sausage Ulrich restrained is cooked and the meatloaf is kept close to the fire to avoid being too cold.

"Wow. It's really a reproduction of the Dwarf Festival."

When I say that, Ulrich and the others snort satisfactorily.

"It's not specially prepared, but Nan Ra's got it in his pocket. Well, suggest Jack recreate the Dwarf Festival for Lord Ignacious. This is what happened when I told you it looked interesting."

Ulrich explains pleasantly, but the Viscount was just thrilled to tears that he had prepared for himself.

"For me...... thank you......"

"Well, never mind. Well, which one do you drink from? They're all delicious."

That's what Ulrich tells me. The Viscount returns to me, but begins to worry about which one to go from. And he asked me for my opinion because he couldn't come to a conclusion.

"I wonder in what order Lord Zacharias would go. In the meantime, I'm going to try everything I can, but with all these combinations, I feel the taste will change dramatically even in the order I drink them."

Only gastronomers are concerned that the order will change the way they feel.

"Right. If that's what I think."

That's what I said and compared the liquor to the food.