Dream Life

Tria history around 7: 00 pm on December 30, 2018.

After arriving in Ars, king's capital of the Kingdom of Kaum, a welcome feast began at the General Headquarters of the Blacksmith's Guild.

The emperor's angel, Viscount Ignacious Radford, was also recognized by the Dwarves as a drinking companion, and the "Dwarf Festival” was about to be recreated for him.

White beer in the custody of Ulrich Drexler, former master craftsman, black beer from the legendary armorer Gaelnote Graver, and brown ale from spear-making leader Oigen Hauser are some of the finest barley wines in the previous world, with apple liquors (seedles) and warm wines made from apples, a specialty of the Kaum kingdom.

Other dishes of liquor held by the blacksmiths were lined up in a narrow area and even prepared fried food served in the village of Rasmore.

Viscount Radford, a gastronomer, has also been worried about what to do with so much food and booze, asking for my opinion.

I nodded at it,

"You can start with Georg's lager and bird skewers..."

Because he recommended Georg Stoke's liquor for making my protective gear, he slapped me in the back with a bassin and said, "That's Zach. I know very well," he grins satisfactorily. But the other blacksmiths had an unsatisfactory look on their face that "the sake of Non should taste better".

I expected this to happen, but worried about how to cut it out, the Viscount asks why he chose it, as if he were going to send out a helpship.

"I thought they were all good for me, can you tell me why you chose this combination"

That's what the Viscount says, roasted bird skewers, cheeks what he calls roasted chicken in Japan.

"Master Ignacious went to the royal palace as soon as he arrived in Ars. Some tea treats may be spoken of in the waiting time, but aren't you eating a lot?

"Sure," he said and nodded.

"So I made it into a neat lager that seemed to go best on an empty stomach and a simple salty yet fatty skewer for the birds to eat."

"If you're hungry, wouldn't it be better to fry the brown ale, fish and potatoes of Non?"

That's how Oigen exposes his dissatisfaction.

"Bye. White beer and white sausage are the first things to taste."

Ulrich has the same disgruntled look on his face.

You felt like you wanted me to drink the most, or the Viscount looked like he was in trouble and compared the two of them.

I'll explain why, even though I think it's a good idea.

"I can certainly go with Oigen's brown ale, fish and (fish and) fried potatoes (chips), and the combination of Ulrich's white beer and white sausage is delicious. But the first time you two drink barley, you won't be impressed."

"Why not?" and both speak of doubts at the same time.

"When you're hungry and you want to pour it in all at once, it tastes too strong for both of us to drink."

"Really? Though just right for Non," Oigen tilts his neck.

"Oigen ale has a strong malty aroma and is rich. I'm thirsty and hungry, and when I combine my fries, I just keep drinking too much ale. Then only the taste of ale lingers on normal humans, and I feel unbalanced. We should eat a little bit more where we moisten our throats and drink carefully."

So I turn back to Ulrich and explain to him the same.

"The same goes for Ulrich's white beer. That exquisite sweet white beer is a drink to taste carefully. Of course, if you don't have a knob, you can have your first drink, but if you think about balancing it with the aroma of white sausage herbs, it's definitely better a little later. As far as I'm concerned, I think I should be the first to taste a lager with a moderately salty knob."

The Viscount was drinking lager while I was giving a commentary.

"Mm-hmm. That's Lord Zacharias. Simple bird salt grill is exquisite on this refreshing hop scent of lager. It's a combination that makes you feel like you can have as many."

"That's Zach's comrade. I know very well," Georg said, bashing the Viscount in the back. The Viscount's body turns to the force.

"Master Ignacious, unlike us, is a civilian. Please refrain from being too rude."

"I'm sorry. I forgot," Georg said with one evil look on his face, and the Viscount said, "No, I don't mind. That's because I was just alarmed," he laughed.

"So what are we going to do next? Next time, it's the wine of Non."

Not only Ulrich, but the parents say so and they come stuck.

"Will Master Ignacious choose next?" I shook it.

By this time they had gathered not only Sharon and Mel, Luna, but also Liddy and Beatrice with goblets and jocks, and even their fathers.

"In this situation, even Master Ignacious can't choose for himself. You should choose it all this time."

That's what Beatrice says and laughs at. It's a statement that hurts my pride as a gastronomer, but the Viscount doesn't look like he cared, and he snorts loudly.

"Lord Beatrice is right. Nice choice for me."

She and the Viscount, but we're both very close because we're big wine lovers. I've seen it flourish over and over with stories about aging additions and compatibility with dishes.

"Shall I accompany you at last? Zach, what should I do next?

Soon my father seemed to finish his lager, and Nico laughed and joined the story. My mother also hitches a ride to my father's words.

"Oh, do us a favor, too. Think of cooks as the main thing rather than alcohol."

"Then what about Ignacious and his father with oygen ale and fish and potato fries? Tomato sauce and more vinegar Vinegar, please. What about mushroom sautéed garlic and red wine for the mothers? Solid flavoring, but a little late in the day, but I think this mushroom has a strong aroma and goes well with garlic. Of course, it's good for beauty..."

I picked the liquor and the dishes to cheer up with that story.

He eats and drinks for about an hour and is also filled with hunger. By then he had taken out his chair and surrounded the burning fire with the Viscount and the Lockhart family, the Ulrich, to relax and drink.

The Viscount kept my advice and drank it with a good idea of pacing. Of course, I drink more than usual, so the magic of detoxification hangs once and for all.

For some reason, only Dan had been drunk by Dwarves at some point and nearly crushed. I have managed to recover from the magic of detoxification, but I want you to remember your limits, and I want the Dwarves not to let you drink too much. I'm just not saying it too strongly because it's a good thing he's liked by the Dwarves.

Around us, the Dwarves kept drinking at their usual pace, and the song of toast was endless.

"Today is a day to remember for me. All liquor is delicious. I didn't think I'd be able to drink more barley or wine than I've ever had."

When the Viscount says that to me, Ulrich and the others nod satisfactorily.

"Lord Ignacious is quite something, too. I can only say it's delicious in Nong Ra, but it speaks for itself well. You're not the best gastronomer in the empire."

When Ulrich said so, he shook his head "wearing it" loudly,

"The best gastronomer in the empire would be Lord Zacharias. I'm not going anywhere."

"The village of Rasmore is imperial, too. Then you're number two in the Empire. Gahahahaha!"

"No, Master Ignacious, who eats food from all over the empire, thinks he's the best gastronomer in the empire. You've taught me a lot of ingredients, and I'm no match at all for my wealth of knowledge."

When I say that, the Viscount tries to deny it, but Gaelnote joins the story with a laugh.

"Don't tell me Zach's the best. Besides, I don't think Lord Ignatius is any better than Zach. Well, there's no one on Zach's right when it comes to booze, but it's hard to give them both advantages and disadvantages when it comes to cooking."

"Lord Zacharias' knowledge and detention of liquor would be the best in the world. I feel like I need to be more and more refined in the future, too. Hahaha!"

Laughter also occurs around me.

Mel and Sharon say "That's fun," laughing, sipping beef tail soup as they exhale their white breath. Luna and her younger brothers also drank potage-like soup in a large cup to keep them from beating the cold wind.

The chill grew harsher as the night went on. Ars is a highland, and snow is the only thing that hasn't fallen, but perhaps the temperature is divided by zero degrees.

Khushun and Liddy sneezed small and whispered, "It's getting a little cold," he said.

"Okay, just wait a minute," he says, taking a seat. From behind, he said, "What are you doing?" I can hear the Ulrich and the others.

I headed to a warehouse lined with barrels and poured red red wine into a wooden jock. Further, spices such as cinnamon and strawberry cloves are removed from the storage magic Inventory and put into it.

What I'm trying to make is a warm wine called Gruvine or Mold Wine. In Japan, it is called hot wine in Japanese English, and the wine is served with oranges, lemons and other citrus fruits, spices such as cinnamon, cloves and octagonal star anise, and warmed with added sweetness, such as sugar.

Gruvain is a classic at German Christmas events, and it often comes out at German-style outdoor events in Japan. In the snow, not only does my body warm up when I soak up Gruvine, but I feel somewhat tempted to invite home.

My inventory always contains citrus and spices, so I have all the ingredients. I just finished adding the material and warm it up with the magic of a pseudo-perche effect.

This would be done with the original Gruvine, but in my case, add a little brandy. Because it tastes tighter and smells better, I don't want to refill the alcohol that flew when I warmed it up.

"Please wait. Drinking this should warm you up a little."

Liddy immediately seemed to notice something and received a jock with a satisfied look on her face.

Around, I heard the voice "what is that?" wondering what I gave him, and Ulrich, inspired by curiosity, asked on behalf of Dwarf.

"What didn't you give Lydia? I think it smelled like alcohol.

Even though I was lying there, I didn't even put my mouth on it, but I'm sniffing off the smell of alcohol thoroughly. As always, I admire Dwarf's nose as special for booze.

"It's warmed wine. I have a few hands on it, but it's not what the Ulrich drink."

Ulrich and the others said, "It's warm wine. What is it, a child's drink," but only the Viscount did not lose interest in "could you make it for me too".

"It's not a big deal. Besides, Master Ignacious knows about Mordo wines, right?

"No, I'm interested in what Sir made. Probably something else I've never had."

When I tried to make it, thinking I was a curious person, the Ulrich and the others had also been listening to the Viscount, offering a jock, "Will you make it for us too?"

It's easy to make, and I can do it right away using magic, so I don't have a problem with it, but when more than ten jocks are offered, it just leaks a bitter laugh.

"Mel and Sharon need help, too. And I was wondering if Luna could come."

I usually ask only Mel and Sharon, but I also tried to speak to Luna, who is with them. Mel and Sharon's "Yes! Small after the cheerful reply" Yes "returned the answer.

By the way, Liddy and Beatrice are totally focused on drinkers, so they're totally useless at times like this.

Mel pulled Luna's hand and said, "What should I do?" He asked distracting.

"Mel and Luna want me to put in the ingredients I prepared. When I put it in, I'll give it to Sharon and have it warmed up. At the end of the day, I'll fine-tune it and give it to you. Like that."

When you say that and start getting ready, the interested Dwarves start making hedges, but ignore it and move on with the work.

"I want two cloves after about 300 cc of wine, a teaspoon of sugar and about a third of a teaspoon of cinnamon powder to stir gently. Give it to Sharon with one slice of orange at the end. Sharon warms it up to about sixty degrees. Because you can deviate a little. Stir gently again at the end and give it to me. Like that."

By then, guild clerk Jack Harper will have a table ready, and he will line up the ingredients he put out of the inventory while showing them what he brought from the back.

"There's no such thing as a philosophy, it's just mold wine! If you still want a drink, line up properly!

I scream like that, but I hear "what Zach makes can't be“ no weirdness whatsoever "from among the dwarves.

(It's really normal Gruvine...)

The rows of dwarves gradually grow longer, to about fifty. The restrictions were imposed here just because the stock of oranges ran out.

"We'll run out of ingredients, so we can't do this any more!

That makes me sound discouraged.

Meanwhile, Mel and Luna put the material in the jock and give it to Sharon. And at the end of the day, I check the temperature and add about 30 cc of eight-year brandy to complete it.

When the Viscount receives the jock, he slowly mouths, saying, "That's an unusual spice being used". I can peel a little against the last brandy alcohol I put in, but it opens my eyes wide.

"That's Lord Zacharias! I've never had this much mold wine! First brandy alcohol spreads across the back of the nose, then the sweetness and bitterness of the orange, the refreshing flavor of the clove wraps the entire body. I feel that the sweet scent of cinnamon that comes at the end will warm my body more..."

I forgot, Gruvine in this world warms up red wine and uses so little spice as to mix honey. I myself was completely oblivious because I made it normally in the village.

The Viscount's soliloquy reached firmly into the Dwarves' ears and said, "Let me drink it quick! The voice" and the discouraged voice "Can you drink Nong et al?" spread into the courtyard.

"Master Ignacious, it's a big deal. This is simply a drink to warm your body up."

In fact, Gruvain is hard to match with meals. Due to its strong sweetness and aroma, it doesn't really suit meat dishes or desserts. As far as I'm concerned, I think it's the first glass of cold weather or, conversely, something to drink as a nightcap before bed.

"It's fun, Mr. Luna," Mel tells Luna as she puts sugar and cloves in the jock. Luna nods small as she puts an orange slice on the jock she receives from Mel and waves the cinnamon. There was a slight but bright look on his face.

I'm going to hand Gruvine to the Dwarves one after the other, even as I see how that goes.

"I can do this one, but can you put some more brandy in it? About half to the jock, if possible."

Add a little more brandy to Ulrich's words as he says, "That's another way to drink it". Because Dwarf has too low an alcohol content.

It took me about thirty minutes to finish giving it to everyone.

The Dwarves rated it, but it was more or less popular. Well, to the extent that I could drink something rare.

Nearly three hours after the start, the Lockhart family faces continue to drink without crushing thanks to the magic of me and Liddy's detoxification. Viscount Radford kept drinking with the same pleasure.

"I need to be with Lord Zacharias when I drink with the blacksmiths. I think I was crushing early by myself. You don't have the option of not savoring everything in front of all this booze."

"Again, you're like Nong et al! The option of not savoring the liquor in front of you is unusual!

The Viscount seems to have been fully recognized by the Dwarves.

After 10 p.m., the Dwarves' toast song stops.

As we were wondering, Johann Wilt, who struck Liddy and Dan's sword, told us why.

"You can't drink with me until the year's up. Think of your buddies and drink quietly. You should try to get out on the main street. I'm sure you'll see some interesting sights."

Hear the story, leave the general headquarters and head for the main street.

They have a lot of people heading for the boulevard just like us, and it's some kind of event.

Als' boulevard is a ramp leading from the southern gate to the royal palace, and the gradient is tight as you go up.

The ramp was lit with magical props of various colors of lights, such as orange and red, light pink and blue, creating a fantastic landscape.

"This is also Ars' specialty. It shows us the way so that the souls of the deceased can be traced back to the Dark God."

There was someone from behind who could tell me that. I look back unexpectedly to that familiar voice.

"Ka, Mr. Kati?

There was a figure of Queen Katrina holding a jock with Gruvine in it. My father is about to poke my knees reflexively at that figure.

"Keep it up. Because I'm just here to see how things are going. Huuuuuuuuuu..."

I don't know how long you've been here, but he still came to the Alliance banquet with patience.

"And I didn't notice at all," the queen said, grinning,

"The guild staff kept it to themselves. You're all really good. Huuuuuuuuuu..."

Apparently, the Jacks asked the guild staff to let them in.

"Then it is time for me to return to the royal palace. Have a good New Year."

That's what I'm saying. I'm going up the hill alone. A few knights follow at a short distance behind them.

(Is there only that kind of escort? No matter how much security you have, you can't have a queen of a country... well, I'm talking about Kati, so I guess the whole thing is due...)

Not only me, but my father and mother also dropped off the queen with a look taken away.