Dream Life

February 21st.

The ceremony of the Duke, and the dinner party that followed, were also successfully concluded, and my father was in a good mood in the morning.

"Now we can finally leave the Empire."

My mother is equally pleased.

"I'm really looking forward to wellburn after this."

Looking forward to being able to go back to your place of birth, but it seems like a cause for joy that you don't have to behave as your lady any more.

They both say it's all over, but in fact they still have to attend the Marquis and Count's dinner parties, etc. I guess you're forgetting that the biggest event is over.

I still had a job like that, too.

The same goes for attending dinner parties with my fathers, but there's still cleaning up after yesterday.

Not only that, but the promotion of plans for the construction of distilleries on Phyllobisher territory and the answers to homework from the Prime Minister have not been completed.

My homework is that I'll figure out how to attach the end of the game against Lukes, which is pretty much the same as Lord Ezzarington's measures to be prime minister, but that alone won't convince the prime minister.

Therefore, the abdominal proposal is considered.

If the Empire triumphs, there will always be a major coup in Luke. The idea is to use it.

I'm comfortable with the distillery construction plan because if you leave it to the excellent young civilian of the Phyllobisher family, there's no problem.

I'm going with them to the Imperial Branch of the Blacksmith Guild today, but that's not so much for negotiation as to keep the young civilians from getting drunk at a banquet with the Dwarves, and I don't doubt their success.

I finished the end of yesterday's dinner party in the morning.

The Blacksmith Guild clerk and Robbins Chamber of Commerce clerk helped me today, but I still work tired enough to get to the bottom of it.

However, his appointment with the Blacksmith Guild was the best of the afternoon and he whipped on his tired body shortly after he rested and headed for the Guild.

Ride the carriage with three Fielovisher territory civilians, Leonard Muirhead, Umberto Renfield and Montague Underwood, along with Steven Etherington, who introduced them.

I couldn't afford the look on Leonardo and the other three in the carriage.

I don't even know how that feels. But I don't. Because if you don't get it recognized in the Blacksmith Guild, you're certain this plan will be a total setback.

"If I bump into your thoughts, the blacksmiths will admit it. Be confident."

To my encouragement, Leonardo the leader replies, "Sir, but you are famous for the hard work, the blacksmiths..."

"You say it's hard, but that depends on the other person. They are fond of those who work with passion. So let's insist on what we want to do with dignity"

"Right. That's all I've been prepared for. If this isn't going to work, I can only assume it wasn't possible from the start."

That's what I'm telling myself.

While we were talking about that, we arrived at the Guild Branch in the South District. The Dwarves had gathered in the assembly room because they had already spoken.

Entering the assembly room, branch manager Gunter Fink slaps me on the shoulder and raises the jock with a full grin.

"I sincerely bless you, Lord of the Lockhart family, Sieg Scotch!

In that word, the Dwarves said, "" Sieg Scotch!, "he chanted, putting up each jock.

I say thank you and bow my head and introduce the four of you.

"Today I will explain my plans for the construction of a distillery in the Duke of Feelobisher's territory. Dear Leonard Muirhead, Umberto Renfield and Montague Underwood, these three parties will be promoting distillery liquor production plans in Firobischer territory. We are also committed to the development of the law on distilled liquor, and we are here for you, Mr. Steven Etherlington."

As soon as I finish introducing you, I'll get right to the point.

"Now, Muirhead would like to explain the plan, would you mind?"

"Mm-hmm. I don't mind," Gunter nodded loudly.

Until then, he drew a line from the cheerful atmosphere and had a serious look. That was the case with other blacksmiths. It's about the booze they're going to drink, and it must have gotten natural and serious.

Leonardo gives an overview of the plan, even though he is drunk by the atmosphere.

"The outline of the plan in the Duke of Feelobisher's territory is…"

The Dwarves were listening to the explanation.

Sweat begins to float on Leonardo's forehead explaining to his lack of much response.

In the early days, three distilleries are planned to be further increased if they are raised by artisans, and distillers are requested to be manufactured and maintained, as well as to finance initial costs.

"This plan was approved by our next Lord Jeremiah and is recognized as the business of the Duke of Feelobisher family. We will also be advising the Senate in a few days to enact a law on the quality of distilled liquor, and we plan to be able to uphold the quality of distilled liquor in the Empire, just like in the Kingdom of Kaum."

Finishing his explanation, Leonardo wiped the sweat off his forehead, while saying, "If you have any questions, I want you to ask me anything," and lowered his back to the chair.

I have no aromatic response from the Dwarves.

I don't agree or disagree, I keep my mouth shut.

Gunter stood up slowly in such a bitter air.

"The plan is fine. Instead of Zach being involved, there can't be a problem. Everyone feels the same way. But your passion for alcohol doesn't come through."

Leonardo looks at me like he's in trouble. But when it's counterproductive for me to leave, I shake my neck small and sideways.

Leonardo figured out what I was thinking, and he takes a firm step forward.

"Our passion for alcohol does not extend to Sir Zacharias or to your feet. However, I am proud to say that the feeling of loving my hometown is unbeatable to your thoughts. There is no doubt that this plan will bring smiles to the people. I would love for you to endorse this plan."

That's what I say and I bow my head big. The other two stood up in a hurry and bowed their heads in the same way.

The sight gives rise to stirring from the Dwarves.

Leonardo is the second son of the Earl of Muirhead family. It would be inconceivable if the other two were also aristocrats born in a title-bearing house and would normally bow their heads to a blacksmith who is a civilian.

The important thing is that they didn't see anything humiliating about it.

The three raise their heads, but without ever breaking their serious expressions, took the Dwarves' gaze.

Taking Dwarf seriously for being involved in alcohol uses a lot of mental power.

Even Russell Holt of the distilled liquor escort Scotch Guardians, a lavish veteran mercenary, said zero stomach aches when transporting the Dwarves' beloved liquor.

I continue to receive the gaze of those dwarves without fright.

"I know how Lord Muirhead and the others feel!" I like Gunter, I turned around.

"I'll take a vote over this! Anyone who agrees with the plan of the Duke of Phyllobisher's house, put up a jock!

At the next moment, a jock was raised simultaneously, "" Sieg Scotch! "" The voice sounded like thunder in the assembly room.

Though unintended, they were able to block their ears at some discretion, but the three couldn't respond in time, holding their ears down and nodding.

"That's settled! Feelobisher can have a new booze! Let's start that banquet!

"" Ooh!

At the next moment, the officials come into the assembly room to prepare for the banquet.

The Leonards can't keep up with the sudden roar and subsequent developments, but the Dwarves celebrate by banging their shoulders, without worrying about it.

"Keep up the good work."

"We will cooperate fully."

and so on.

The Dwarves are visiting me and laughing in a fancy way when they say, "I'm going to ask you to train in the village," or, "Think of all the other booze."

When the banquet is ready in about thirty minutes, the sight of the usual.

"Here's to the new distillery! Sieg Scotch!

"" Sieg Scotch!

Raise the jock wide and chant, pounding the beer at once.

The Leonards had the same jock in the momentum and then they had it all at once. The three of them are tearing up, wondering if they have finally felt that they have a purpose. But the look is bright, like a happy tear for what you've done.

Steven, watching how it went, also had a full grin and many toasts to their efforts.

I'm putting up a jock the same way, but I got a little jealous when I saw the four happy faces.

(Only about five days after we talked. In that short period of time, make Dwarf acknowledge the opponent's plans for booze. You'd be happy because they did what they didn't think they could do at first... I wish I could just do what I wanted to do too... from now on Luna's instruction will be the main thing, and I guess the liquor brewery will be kept for a few years...)

Now that I can communicate with Luna, I intend to start training in earnest when I get back to the village.

Five short years, ten long years needs to be set aside for her.

You could do whatever you want with your free time, but I'm not really going to dye my hands in brewing because if I neglect the purpose I've been called into this world, I could be punished by the gods.

With that in mind, the Leonards get caught up in the Dwarf's pace and empty their jocks one after the other.

I thought it was unsavory and hang the magic of detoxification a few times, but exalted they kept drinking and ended up crumbling.

Looking at the four people sleeping drunk, the blacksmiths nearby also nodded when Gunter said, "Quite a few good young men," he said.

"I think so, too. I'm barely talking about this one. Of course, I teach you what it takes to build a distillery, but I think you really think about it, including talking about the law"

When I say that, Gunter looks surprised for a moment, but nods loudly to see if he's convinced right away.

And I get a serious look on my face.

"So, what do you think? Even if you're not here, can you make new spirits in Phyllobisher?

"I can," I assure you.

"At least we should be able to make booze. How delicious the rest can be, but I'm also optimistic about that."

"Why not? It's a brand-new drink. It's not like you and Lord Scott are listening to each other. How can you be optimistic about that?

"It's easy. Because there's a Dwarf here who likes alcohol. I don't know if you can make good food from the start, but at least you should make a trial and error to create good food. Well, the craftsmen must be in trouble."

So the Dwarves said, "Right! Endorse."

"In fact, the beer and wine that Nona and the others drink is becoming delicious. You just have to forget about it."

To be honest, I think I should be involved in rum brewing knowing the real flavour. But unlike when it comes to scotch, the concept will understand, so the rest is a matter of taste preference. Conversely, you can have a lamb that I have no idea about. I can be optimistic because I think so.

After taking the young people to a separate room, they held discussions with Gunters on the establishment of the Fielovischer branch.

"We need a minimum of thirty blacksmiths to build the Seawell and Phyllobisher branches. Can we just secure that many blacksmiths at the Plymouth branch?

"I'm not even going to speak to Ezarrington and Kendrew. Ten from each branch would be no problem."

Kendrew has many adventurers and mercenaries due to his proximity to the relatively demonic east in a large city in the northeast of the Wale Peninsula. There are also nearly a hundred Dwarf blacksmiths due to the presence of Imperial Army garrisons.

"Is Kendrew okay with Ezzarington the Fourth Corps is going to march on? If we lose ten Dwarf blacksmiths, adventurers and mercenaries will be annoyed."

"Don't worry about that. Instead, we just have to get Kendriw's guys to do well. If you can't, you'll have to send me from Ars headquarters."

Not picking a way to get a blacksmith dispatched from the general headquarters of Ars from the start is like a willingness as a dwarf living in an empire.

Even if it is to create the alcohol we drink, it is a matter of craftsmanship that hinders our original work.

"How long will you be in the capital?

"One drink this month. When we're in March, we're leaving for Wellburn. Well, I hope nothing happens."

"Right. Well, before we do, it's a banquet. Everyone from Lockhart isn't coming."

I expected it, so I nodded instantly.

"Oh, I'll tell my father that. We have to thank His Excellency the Marquis Seawell the day before we leave, so I think it's about that time."

I promised a farewell party and made a further request.

He then goes home with some of the revived Leonards.

He still has a blue face, but has the magic of detoxification worked or is recovering enough to be spoken of normally.

"I really took care of you," he said, taking my hand.

"It's the result of your efforts. I think it's going to be tougher. Good luck."

And Umberto, Montague and Steven took their hands in turn, sharing their success.

■ ■ ■

Years later, the distilled liquor production plan in the Duke of Feelobisher's territory was a brilliant success.

Duke Jeremiah Feelobisher, the first distilled drinker, praises the three ministers for their success.

"This success is the result of your efforts!

That's where the applause comes up. Jeremiah waited for it to fit in and went on to say more.

"This sugarcane based liquor is the only unique liquor. I'm going to mimic the Lockhart family and name this liquor after you..."

So I see the three faces.

"I'm going to take the acronym Sir and the others and name them R, U, M,“ Ram ”!

The Dwarves who were attending the ceremony said to the words, "Sieg Scotch!," he exclaimed and endorsed.

But then again, "Sieg Lamb! The word" did not arise. Scotch was so special to the Dwarves.

■ ■ ■

Later, he describes the anecdote of the birth of rum in a book by alcohol critic Robert Palmer, titled "Liquor Made by Three Young Men: The Birth Story of Rams".

"Lamb was a liquor made with sugar cane, and at the time I didn't think it would be so successful, except Sir Zacharias Lockhart and the Dwarves... Jeremiah, Duke of Feelobisher at the time, who was pleased with its success, took the acronyms Leonard Muirhead, Umberto Renfield and Montague Underwood and named them“ RUM ”. In naming the liquor, Lord Feelobisher was consulting the Blacksmith Guild. I was thinking of taking into account the opinions of the biggest and most promising customers in the future… '

Interviewing and reproducing what was going on at that time with interested parties.

"Lord Feelobisher said," I can't think of what to do with the name of the new liquor. Is there a good idea, "asks Gunter Fink, Blacksmith Guild Empire Branch Manager." You can imitate the Lockhart family, "the Fink Branch Manager replied immediately to the question. But Lord Feelobisher did not know how to interpret the word, and said," That being said... do you even name it Zacharias? "I asked back. I suggested combining the three acronyms by saying," Should I take the names of those who actually made it, Sir Muirhead and others... "

Thus the name of the new distillery liquor was decided, but at that time there was a record that the name “rum” had already been used between Sir Zacharias and the Dwarves.

"... The blacksmith Guild Empire Branch business log I interviewed stated that the Dwarves had been calling it" Ram ”since shortly after the distillation began. This was said to have been started by the Dwarf blacksmiths who trained in the village of Rasmore because Sir Zacharias sometimes used it, and when he learned about it, the Fink Branch Manager contacted Sir Zacharias and suggested it in the name of a new liquor. It is unclear why Sir Zacharias used the name“ Ram ”, but this name was instantly accepted by the Dwarves. It must have been such an uncomfortable name... '