Dream Life

evening of February 11th.

He had a dark time in the morning, including meeting with the Chancellor, the Duke of Phyllobisher, and then talking to the Elder, the Duke of Alexis Ezarrington.

There was also that recoil in the afternoon, and I went to a gelato shop nearby with Liddy's and enjoyed some relaxing time in the small park.

I trained as usual from 4pm, but the way my father and brother were in the mood was unusual because of a series of events at the Chancellery.

Usually my father doesn't do so many mock fights as a teacher, but only today he repeated a fierce mock fight with me and Mel.

My brother likewise nominates Beatrice to fight, and even plays a five-on-one simulation with his squire.

We both wore it out, but it changed from the tired look of the morning to a crisp face.

After finishing his training and sweating, he takes a carriage prepared by the Seawell family to the Plymouth branch of the Blacksmith Guild in the South District.

Yes, it's a banquet with the Dwarves now.

Today not only officials of the Lockhart family are to participate, but also the Marquis of Seawell and Viscount Radford.

To get the City of Seawell to establish a branch of the Blacksmith Guild in preparation for the construction of the distillery.

"Would it be acceptable if I went? I don't have as much guts as Lord Alexis..." rarely does the Marquis feel weak.

He's right, the Duke of Ezarrington took part in the Guild Branch banquet and now has a good relationship because the Dwarves made a performance that seemed delightful. However, the Duke's personality greatly influences this, making Marquis Seawell weak that it is difficult on his own.

"There are some Ignacious and I fully support them, so no problem."

This is not what I am saying at rest to encourage the Marquis. In fact, I'm not so worried myself.

Because Marquis Seawell himself loves wine, that is, booze, and there is no doubt that the Dwarves will feel about it.

"Your pavilion will be fine. Feel free to just go talk about booze."

Viscount Radford seems to have the same idea as I do.

Did you hear our words and the Marquis feel just a little easier, slightly but with a smile back?

In about an hour I arrived at the Guild Branch in the South District.

It just oversees the Empire's blacksmiths, a building comparable to the total headquarters.

And as usual, it was overflowing with dwarves in front of the main entrance. The number seems to be slightly over a hundred, bringing together the parents and major blacksmiths of all the workshops in the capital.

"Well done! You're welcome!

Branch Manager Gunter Fink welcomes us out loud.

My father shakes hands with him on his behalf, says "thank you for the welcome" and slaps him on the shoulder.

Originally the representative was not the father, but the title was the Marquis of Seawell above, but this time the father greeted him because it was a feast that welcomed the Lockhart family.

As we walked into the building, there were even more dwarves, and every time we went by, we said, "Well done!," "Sieg, Scotch!" The voice hangs.

To that enthusiasm, the Marquis speaks to the Viscount who walks beside him, "Not so much..."

The assembly room was also suitable for the size of the building, with no gross headquarters and no faint colors.

As soon as we get inside, the staff will lead us to our seats. They still don't change the competencies of the guild staff here.

Many barrels had already been brought in, some of which were three-year Scotch quarter barrels given by the Lockhart family.

Following us, the Dwarves take their seats.

But their gaze was nailed to a stainless steel container being carried by Luke and his squire. Instinctively, I guess you understand that the Zack collection is in there.

My father gives me a signal with a gaze. This is also the usual thing, so I nodded small and then got up.

"I would now like to begin a tasting of the Zach collection before the banquet......"

Liddy and the others are already starting to get ready and will be pouring scotch into the prepared glass.

"I don't think an explanation is necessary, but I'll pass along the precautions just in case. First......"

I'll explain as usual, but I'm nailed to the glass carried by the Mels, either because I hear it from the Dwarves who attended last year's Dwarf Festival, such as Gunter, the branch manager. This is the usual, too, but I don't think I'm hearing an explanation.

Still, for once, the explanation goes.

"This Zach collection is a mixture (vatted) of the three raw liquors…"

The glass went to everyone that far I explained. I stop explaining and lift the glass.

"Now, everyone, enjoy the fragrance first..."

From here on out was exactly the same as usual. Even if I'm listening, I'm really surprised that the reactions are exactly the same.

(I guess a move that follows instincts or unconscious like conditional reflexes... there are many mysteries in the Dwarves, but that means this is one of them...)

With that in mind, I send signals with my eyes to Liddy and the others.

I myself do my earplugs and prep, but this is the same as always, so I discount it.

Only Marquis Seawell sees it for the first time among us, so he is surprised to open his mouth to the sight.

Gunter has been around since the Dwarf Festival, but this is the first time the other Dwarves have, so it's hard to calm down. Gunter is crying the most, so there's no big difference.

I finally regain my composure where the Dwarves' praise went on long enough.

So my father stood up and greeted me, "This time you will have our welcome feast, and I thank you".

By then, the food will be arranged at the hands of the officials, and the Dwarves' jocks will be filled with liquor. At first it looks like a three-year old Scotch.

They come to us to pick up drinks too. Looks like it's to see what you make the first cup of. They also share information among guilds about things around here.

"The first cup is of the lager type," he asks, and soon a wooden jock filled with golden beer arrives.

"It's outside, so it's cold enough, but is the temperature okay?

Information was also shared that I was subject to alcohol temperatures. bitterly laughing at that fact,

"Probably fine, but I'll make my own adjustments after the toast,"

Looks like the Lockhart family made it the lager type I chose, except for the Theos. Theo's have warm herbal tea or citrus juice, by the way.

I just finished handing it out to everyone, and Gunter gets up.

"Let's hope our friendship with the Lockhart family deepens, cheers!

"" Cheers! "" The voice wooded and the banquet began.

It's a dish that comes out, but it focuses on fried food called dwarf dishes. However, there were many types of ingredients used, not only chicken and fillet fish, but also seafood such as octopus, squid and shellfish.

In addition, lavish dishes, such as whole lamb roasts and large pork belly roasts, are served one after another.

"That's an amazing thing," Marquis Seawell admires. This seems surprising not only in terms of quantity, but also in terms of good taste.

"That's the branch of the Imperial City. We don't even have all this material at headquarters or Welburn."

Saying that to Gunter, he tries to handle his rich beard and nods satisfactorily.

"I think the banquet dishes are the best in the Blacksmith Guild. I regret not being able to win last year's Dwarf Festival, but I will definitely win next!

He wants to fulfill that snowflake because he was third at the Dwarf Festival last spring, officially known as the Liquor Taste Review.

"Wasn't there a herb grill on the Great Horn?"

"It's time to cook. That's because it's limited to baking. We've got some brown beer for you too."

"Is that the combination that came third?" Viscount Radford has joined the story.

"Exactly. I want Lord Ignacious to feed me and prepare me."

"Wow, for me..."

"Bye! I'm famous for not being able to attend that festival and crying blood. Besides, in Ars, you must have tasted the Ulrich people's liquor and food. Then you must enjoy the wine of Nong La."

There is no stranger among the Dwarves to the story of Viscount Radford's inability to attend the Dwarf Festival and tears of blood.

Ivan and others in the Ezzarington branch shared the same sentiment, and the Dwarves who could not participate were enough to call him a friend with that one point.

"Ignacious has been so much with the Dwarves..."

Though his lord, Lord Seawell, was listening, he actually can't seem to hide his surprise from seeing it.

The banquet was exhilarating and, as usual, the song Cheers sounded in the assembly room many times.

Somewhat calm, I got up.

"What?," Gunter asked, "I need to talk to everyone,"

"I need to talk to you all! I'm talking about booze! scream."

At the next moment, the rally room, which was so noisy, instantly quiets back down.

The Dwarves as well as the staff were paying attention to me.

"We need you all to help us! First of all, the first is that we want to have a wine festival in the city of Seawell. I want to ask my guild to help me with that!

"You want to help? What am I supposed to do?

"All Alliance staff are banquet masters (professionals). It will be a thousand-person festival, but the Seawell family does not have the know-how to run large banquets and festivals. Until the Civilians at the Seawell get used to it, I'd like you to help me with that."

"I would also like to ask you from me. As Zacharias said, we have wine, but we don't know how to behave. Regards."

Marquis Seawell also gets up and then bows his head. The rigid Dwarves are also surprised that the Marquis, a senior nobleman, bowed his head to the blacksmith, a civilian.

"I don't know what kind of festival it is, but I'll be more than happy to help than Zach asked me to. Are you sure you want to join us?

"Of course. I'm not dressed like a dwarf at a liquor festival."

The first favor was accepted.

With the festival taking place in Seawell, the famous wine region, the Dwarves are happily talking to their neighbors about "what kind of festival it's going to be".

I tried to use this good atmosphere and end every favor.

First, "This is my second request!," he said, drawing attention again.

"We have decided to produce distilled liquor on the Marquis of Seawell territory!

"" Ooh! "" The twist occurs. Because if distilled liquor is made in Seawell, it will undoubtedly be sold in Imperial Capital.

Replace the Marquis here.

"My Seawell doesn't have a branch of the Blacksmith Guild. I mean, we don't have a distiller. So I'm asking you to create a new branch for Seawell. Instead of producing weapons, this branch mainly manufactures distillers…"

I thought the last one would be rebelled by the blacksmiths, and my voice would be lower.

"If it's just the manufacture of the distiller, shouldn't the Plymouth branch put it out? I feel like I'm losing my job as soon as I build a branch."

Gunter asked me a question.

"No, a distillery of unprecedented magnitude is going to be built in Seawell. That's not one or two places either, it's a minimum of five under the current plan. Production should also be several, perhaps more than five times larger than in the village of Rasmore. That much size requires a significant number of distillers. Its maintenance (maintenance) is also required, and the distiller needs to be updated on a regular basis. That's why I want at least ten people to reside."

"Are you going to build so many distilleries..."

The Dwarves can't hide their surprises when they hear that the holy land of Rasmore produces more than five times as much.

Hear the words, and the Marquis takes over the story.

"My Seawell Territory strives for the best in the world with red wine. This is not only about flavor, but also about quantity."

"You mean to make money?" Gunter crooks his face and pinches his mouth. He seems hooked on the word quantity.

"I seem to have put it the wrong way," the Marquis laughs bitterly, but immediately turns to a serious look,

"My Seawell Territory wants to offer alcohol to all drinkers. Don't we all want to drink delicious liquor without restriction? Same goes for me. Of course, I'm not going to lose the flavor. With that in mind, there's no way Zacharias could have helped."

"Sure it is. There's no way Zach would compromise on the taste of booze!

Did the Dwarves convince you with that, the laughter goes up.

"So what about the one who asked for it? At first, I'd like you to set it up for about twenty."

"Right. Distillers will raise their hands as many as they want. We will also speak to the Ezarrington branch and send them to the village of Rasmore as soon as possible."

Now the distillery in Seawell's territory had a purpose.

"I need another favor," he says, "but I'll ask you as much as you want," he says.

"I'd like you to start your branch in the same way as you do in Firobischer territory."

Suddenly, a question arose in the faces of the Dwarves because of the name Phyllobisher.