Dream Life

The night of the twenty-fourth of January.

Initially, dinner with the Duke of Ezarrington was scheduled to take place in the castle hall. But suddenly, it was changed to a banquet at the blacksmith's guild. I heard this was because Lord Ezzarington valued and took into account his relationship with the Dwarves, but in fact it was a measure to let them know that the Lockhart family was going through to the Duke of Ezzarington family.

That's just what they call the next prime minister, and I can't forbid to praise him for his intensive information-gathering and quick response.

As far as I'm concerned, I think it's commendable, but as it stands, I'm going to use the blacksmith guild for politics. That's why I hit the lead.

Lord Ezarrington was asked to participate with patience, and the promise that he would never speak out about it was mounted and stopped the Duke from thinking.

If we can take advantage of this banquet and make a good relationship with the blacksmiths, it will pay off well for him.

Neither will the Dwarves hinder the Duke who came with us at the Lockhart family, and if the Duke himself understands their hearts, he will be fully instrumental in strengthening the relationship in the future.

We finished our evening training and headed to the Blacksmith Guild branch.

Before I left, I was consulted by the Duke on what to do to enjoy the banquet.

I was uncomfortable with the fact that Lord Ezarrington, a born powerful man, said he wanted to enjoy a banquet with Dwarf, but soon I knew what he was thinking.

He thought about what to do with Dwarf and seemed to come up with the idea of having fun together as the best way to do it. Perhaps he heard about Queen Katrina of the Kingdom of Kaum and referred to it.

Impressed by the flexible ideas of the Duke of Power and beyond, I offer brief advice.

After I left the Duke's room, I headed to the guild, but this time I used our carriage because the Lockhart family was the star.

That said, only the Duke's Lady and her parents ride, and the four of them just have twenty litres of stainless steel tank and about a hundred glasses on them.

That means everyone else, including my brother and his wife, is on foot.

The best way to match the speed of the carriage was to have to walk on a fast foot, so Dan and the Rockhart family escort and the Duke's were running, but we were supposed to leave first and rendezvous at the branch.

"Now you can relax," laughs the Lockhart family woman, all but her mother, in an easy-to-move outfit like horseback riding clothes, especially as Liddy seems happy that dinner at the castle has been canceled.

I was walking with Luna with Liddy, asking her what she thought of this city, etc.

"Did you enjoy your lunch? When I hear it, I say" yes "in a small voice and snort.

"Shall I make something out of what I bought during the day? If we go to the Seawell Marquis, we'll have a little time."

He answered my words with a voice that disappeared, "Yes…" and added, "I'm looking forward to it".

I buy a lot of ingredients at the Paston Chamber of Commerce before noon. Now that I know Luna likes to cook, I was thinking of cooking with it in Marquis of Seawell territory, where I would stay for a few days.

We've been communicating a little bit lately, and you'll see a smile at today's banquet.

At first I wondered if I didn't like noisy banquets, but even the festivities and banquets at Ars seemed more enjoyable than I thought. It is caused by an oak attack within, but it may have been a bright personality before it broke my heart.

Around 6 p.m., he arrived at the Blacksmith Guild.

The Ezarrington branch is also a heavily constructed three-story building similar to the other branches, in the heart of the blacksmith district. It's already overflowing with Dwarves, "Well done for coming!" He welcomes me.

The eyes of the Dwarves sharpened as the carriages on which my fathers would ride arrived shortly after. As usual, you must have felt the smell of booze in the carriage.

I notice the Duke's warrants behind my father, but he doesn't look like he cared.

"I'm sorry for the sudden offer," he said, offering his right hand to Ivan Kemp, whose father was branch manager.

"You're always welcome to the banquet," he said, taking his right hand, "All right! At the banquet right away! I say," Go inside.

The banquet hall was on the third floor, which we also used today at noon, with tables lined up and ready for about a hundred people to sit in. I feel a little too much because Dwarf has less than thirty of us in fifty, but probably because I don't know how many will follow Lord Etherlington.

(Even if I say thank you, more than ten people will come, including escorts. Well, it's unusual to get mixed up on your own like a queen...)

Already barrels of beer and wine were arranged, as were barrels of Scotch. I didn't run out of drinks in one day yesterday and it looks like I took it for today.

The guild staff is still working here to prepare, and we're moving the Zack collection from the stainless steel tank to the bottle to help, and we're going to line it up with the glass.

"You're guests. You just have to sit and wait with Dawn."

That's what Ivan says and points to the chair.

"I'm getting ready for a tasting of the Zach collection. We'd better do it first."

When I answer that, I get a voice that says, "Sure it is."

In fact, the Alliance staff were unable to move from stainless steel tanks to bottles because of the first-ever Zack collection. Later on, she thought, "If I put a drop away," and couldn't move her hand.

Enough to prepare the liquor, but the tasting of the Zach collection means no food is served. How do you do it around here? seems to be shared across the blacksmith guild.

(Sounds like it's been notified to all branches or something... No, maybe the Alliance officials are sharing information voluntarily...)

Amber liquid pours out of the bottle into a glass with legs. For fifty, that means me and Liddy, and four of the samurai Angie and Elena, will do the work and be transported under the Dwarves at the hands of the Mels from the ready glass. Dwarf's gaze is concentrated on that one-by-one throw.

The Lockhart family faces still have the usual and spare look in this situation, but the only outsiders, Lawrencia and the two Duke of Primrose, were following the Dwarves' movements with expressions of curiosity and curiosity about what would happen.

Where glasses are provided for all seats, briefly explain how to drink as usual.

"Enjoy the fragrance first… contain only one bite in your mouth, its flavour and gushing aroma…"

I'll explain, but do you still know how to do it here, tilt the glass in an undisturbed motion?

"... swallow slowly after it's in your mouth. And get a full taste of the scent coming out of your nose..."

That's it, I said to the Lockhart family seat, "Everybody, earplugs!" and skip the instructions.

"" "Ooh!! The roar of" "rocks the assembly room.

The Lockhart family didn't have any problems with the earplugs beforehand. I have also told the Duke's Ladies to put earplugs on, but in case you think about it, Sharon is activating a soundproof demon prop.

In about a minute the roar subsided and, as usual, the Dwarves were in tears and relaxation.

Laurencia's talking to Sharon next door about something, but she's probably even asking if it's okay.

"Ko, is this the Zach collection... what a booze! So much booze...... Sieg Scotch!

An emotional Ivan is screaming in tears of tears.

The other Dwarves likewise said, "Sieg Scotch! screaming," I can't get excited inside.

My father greeted me where the Dwarves settled somewhat, and a welcome feast for the Rockhart family sponsored by the Blacksmith Guild began.

The dishes were arranged on the table, but all of them seemed to be the favourite dishes of the Dwarves, such as sausages, roasted chunks of meat, and grilled fish like sea bream served on a large plate (Grier).

"The Paston Chamber of Commerce brought it to me," Ivan told me, finding out that the Duke had struck his hand early.

The Laurentians are not next to me, unlike during the day. This is a measure for the Dwarves to come to me, and Sharon suggested it. Instead, Mel and Sharon sit next to each other, explaining the dishes.

Ivan spoke to me.

"Yesterday's scotch was delicious too, but this guy is awesome"

That's what I say and put up a glass.

"Me, I'm not at all satisfied yet, but it does taste better enough than three years. Especially since Scott mixed (vatted) the Zack collection himself. You're doing just fine. I really wanted to bring Pete some smoky scotch, but I still don't have much..."

Ivan solidifies into my words.

"Lord Scott said he was himself! Is it true!

The Dwarves look at me in unison at that cry. I heard their patriarch, Scott himself, vatting, and I can't seem to hide my surprise.

"Oh... eventually I'm checking, but I'm also going to make it a dedication to His Majesty the Emperor, so I left it to Scott..."

"Wait. Is this guy the same offering to the Emperor?

Ivan finds out that he is drinking the same thing as the Emperor, and is even more surprised and opens his eyes.

"Even if I say the same, the offerings are laborious to avoid cloudiness, and I put them in the finest bottle. However, the original barrels are the same, and the proportions of the formula are the same, so the flavor shouldn't be so different"

The audacious dwarves are all solidified.

"Do you mind? Wouldn't it be a problem if your majesty found out he had given them to drink before he drank them?

"If it's me, I want everyone to drink it. For everyone who's so impressed. Well, they might say disrespect or something, but I'm okay with that because I'm thinking about my excuses right then."

I've given this Zack collection to the Aldred branch on my way here, and I've sold it to the general headquarters in Ars.

As an excuse, "only a carefully selected part of the barrel for His Majesty” should be misleading. In fact, because no one knows how to make the Zach collection.

"You don't have to worry about such details. The dish in the corner cools down more than that. And I'd like you to drink what the Dwarves of Ezarrington recommend."

The dwarves whisper to each other, "I've told you all the details," but Ivan says out loud, "We're gonna brace our bellies, too,"

"Nobody will notice if Non and the others say anything. Than Zach was right. You should enjoy the corner banquet! Bring me the ale at Nong's!

The voice made the place brighter all at once. And one after the other, I'm going to recommend booze for myself.

"No, Noon's black beer comes first!

"I think you should drink the lager of Non first."

Many such voices rise, and the banquet thrives at once.

As usual, the Dwarves' toast song is sung and the dishes of cooking are emptied one after the other.

Exactly, the liquor the Dwarves selected was delicious, enough to talk to the Liddies that they might have won the prize if they had come to the Dwarf Festival.

I wondered when the Dukes were going to come and about ten cooks showed up with a big plate and the guild staff started explaining.

"The Duke of Etherlington had a dish plug today! I'll tell you what your Excellency has to say."

When I say that out loud, the assembly room quiets to Russia.

"My daughters will take care of you today and thank you. Also, I didn't take enough care of it and worried everyone unnecessarily. I let him cook the dishes he deserves for his banquet with Lockhart, so I want him to taste them fully. That is!

A large plate will be placed on the table at the end of the staff description. It also had fish fries and fries on it. Additionally, fried chicken and fried small shrimp are arranged side by side.

(Fish and chips fried from chicken...... dwarf dish? That's a reasonable place. I guess if Master Ignacious had come out with something a little more interesting......)

I'm surprised the Duke's cook knew Dwarf's taste, but I was wondering if another dish would have come out if there had been a gastronomer Viscount Radford.

I put a fry of fish in my mouth with that in mind.

The moment I put it in my mouth, it was hotter than I thought, and I was surprised at that first. I didn't make it in the castle and bring it, it looks like it's fried here.

That wasn't all.

(White fish you plan to use for today's main... sea bream, or no. I am huge for that. It's a kind of hata! There's fat on it, and this guy is delicious! Besides, the bottom taste is not like regular fish fries. I feel like I'm using unusual spices...)

When I was thinking about that, one of the servants talked to me.

"I don't know. What about this fried food?

I thought it was a voice I had heard, and when I looked up, Lord Ezarrington stood there in the cook's clothes. Behind it is also Uncle Rednap, dressed in the same outfit, and guard Darrell Rutham.

"My lord..." he exclaims.

Laurencia also seemed to have noticed and was just as stunned as "Father......"

The Dwarves are also surprised by that voice, but the Duke raises his voice ahead.

"I am one of the cooks sent by the Duke of Etherlington's house. Never mind, enjoy the food!

When we were stunned, Ivan started laughing out loud.

"Gahahahaha! Then why don't you give the cook a hand! This dish will go well with the rice noodles!

The Duke also sat in the empty seat, saying, "Then let's take it", and received the jock.

And carry a fry of fish elegantly into your mouth.

"Hmm. This is good"

He nodded satisfactorily and included the received brown ale in his mouth.

"You're right, Branch Manager. This fits well!

"Evan is fine with you."

As Lord Ezarrington thought, he seems to have been liked by the Dwarves.

"Well, Alexis about me... no, just call me Alec!

I slipped away from the sight in front of me and escaped cooking and drinking.

(I didn't know this was coming...)

It's no strange thing for the Duke's family to take care of the Dwarves and plug in the food. And no one will pay attention to having a cook there. On top of that, he reveals himself to me, insists he's just a cook, and he chooses to drink.

(None of the Dwarves complain about this dish and this situation. On the contrary, you'd be happy to say that we've been adding to the banquet unpretentiously after bringing a dish that suits our liquor... I just wanted to say that I know exactly what you mean, but I would have liked you to come a little more normally... I guess you also referenced Kati's info...)

Lord Ezarrington called out as I kept my eyes open.

"What do you think? It's inside, isn't it?

"Yes, my lord...... no, as Alec said, this fried fish is excellent. Are you one of Hatha's people? The village of Rasmore may be wrong because there is no sea. Is it adding vanilla to the wine vinegar to give it a lower flavor?

The Duke hears my thoughts and opens his eyes.

"You're no match for Sir. It's definitely Hatha. The cooking method is also like Sir says, I use white wine vinegar and several kinds of vanilla that I make in my territory... I tried to proudly explain to him that the alcohol god is the opponent, I have no choice. Hahaha!"

"Absolutely. You would have been disappointed if the chef had come!

That's what the Duke and Count say and laugh at.