Dream Life

April 11th evening.

During the day there was discussion of demons and bandit exorcisms in the northern realm, which were canned at Welburn Castle, but were finally liberated at 4 p.m.

He then trains in the evening and is on his way to the Blacksmith Guild.

We arrive at the Wellburn branch around 5: 30 p.m., but the Dwarves were already all there, and nearly two hundred people were waiting in front of the entrance.

Branch Manager Deigenhardt Grabsch said, "Well done for coming!," he said welcoming words in a Dora voice, taking his father's right hand with gassilli.

"See you at the banquet!," Dagenhardt declared, "The Dwarves said," Ooh!, "he raised his right hand, adding," "Sieg Scotch!" "I yell.

The Guild's Assembly Room is already ready for the banquet, and we get to each seat without confusion.

We were also led to the front row by officials.

A brief greeting as usual was exchanged and the banquet soon began.

Starting with Dagenhardt, the main parents apparently worried that the Lockhart family had been attacked by a large group of undead.

"When I first heard about it, I thought I had to go to the village of Rasmore. Still, beating over 13,000 enemies isn't exactly Lockhart."

Parents are surprised to hear more about the Viscount.

"I was surprised when I heard this story, too. I was relieved to hear that I couldn't leave Rasmore Village."

thrives on such stories, but recognises once again that for the Dwarves the Lockhart family and the village of Rasmore are one and the same.

"I'm talking about building a distillery here, but will you look at the candidate tomorrow? There's so much we don't know that we can't decide."

Bitter laughs leak at the words of Dagenhardt. Construction is still over a year away, because even after Kurt and Doris, who are training in distillery manufacturing with Johnny Water, head of distillery construction, will be back in time enough.

"I'm sure Johnny and the others will be back in time."

"Didn't Seawell look around at the distillery candidates even though they went to training? If so, please do the same here. It's easier if you look at it."

I was gathering solid information up to what happened in Seawell. It's going to make me laugh even more bitterly, but given the intensity of the Dwarves' thoughts, there's no other option but to snort with a serious look.

"Got it. I guess you've decided on a general candidate. If you show me around, I'll go anywhere."

The Dwarves are up in my words and happy to put up a jock.

"Now it's like success is decided! Sieg Scotch!

"I asked for the best place! Sieg Scotch!

The assembly room becomes noisy with voices such as

The Dwarves thrived on high tension, but just settled in about two hours. And it becomes a topic of nature and the northern realm.

"His Excellency the Governor was quite tired, too, but what is it like," he asked, from a smile until then, to a look like he had chewed up a bitter bug.

"To be honest, thank you. I don't think the Knights are going to make it back any faster."

"You mean mercenaries and prostitutes don't do anything?

"Bye. I do both well. I didn't expect any mercenaries in particular, but they're more decent than I thought. But that won't do anything. Not to say the Knights Commander, but a knight of fame must take command."

That word said, "My brother's supposed to stay, what do you think?" When asked, "Dägenhardt stood up and was surprised.

"What! Rod takes command! Then the morale of the prostitutes will also rise. That's Lockhart!

I have a relationship with the soldiers. I'm relieved that the blacksmith pushed my heartbeat. Actually, I can't be that optimistic, but if his reaction is general, it works more than constantly in terms of improving morale.

He finished his banquet with the blacksmiths and returned to the castle.

I was thinking of sweating lightly before going to bed, and Associate Baron Desmond Gateskel visited the room.

"I'm sorry for the night. I just need to talk to you a little bit," said Liddy and Beatrice in the room with him, staring vigilantly. I guess because it reminds me of his belly, Harrison Gannell, who tried to assassinate me.

I didn't think we were going to talk here, and I tried to leave the room by saying, "I'm going to talk to Lord Gateskel," but Gateskel said, "I don't mind if I stay here."

If that's the case, I'll invite you into the room, but Liddy's gaze remains harsh.

"The story is, could Sir stay?"

In that word, Liddy said, "Which mouth would say that? You must be the one who tried to kill me," he accuses.

"You're absolutely right. But I can't see this difficulty. With the wisdom of Lord Zacharias, the northern realm will not stand."

That's what I say and I bow my head big.

I don't have much on Gateskell myself, but Liddy and Beatrice round their eyes at the behavior.

"I thought you fully understood that I couldn't stay."

What I mean by that is the policy towards the nobility of the Imperial capital.

The Borderline Uncle and Lockhart families must appear not to be doing well on the surface. This is to keep both the Lockhart family and the Borderline uncle from being more alert than necessary by keeping them at a distance from the Borderline uncle, who is alerted by the Emperor.

Furthermore, the Crown Prince, Prince Leopold and the Neutralists have competed to try to take in the Lockhart family, while declaring that we will not join any faction. At a time of crisis in the Border House, where such a home is close to neutralism, full support would be wasted on a play in the corner.

So, what about my brother staying, but my brother is the son-in-law of Uncle Borderline's beloved daughter and is highly regarded as an even cleaner knight. My brother would not be uncomfortable with the explanation that he had seen the condition and lent a hand, and it would not be a problem.

Meanwhile, what happens if I give you a hand? Rumors have spread that I have crossed with the Chancellor, and he is more overrated than ever.

Especially telling the neutrals that he refused to solicit at a strong pace, and if I help Uncle Borderline like that, he seems to attach more importance to the northern governor's office than to the Imperial Capital. In the worst case scenario, it may be said that Borderline Uncle is contemplating a conspiracy against the backdrop of the power of a blacksmith's guild or a sorcerer's guild.

If you're as cleavage as Gateskell, you fully understand that there are such circumstances.

As expected, the answer "of course I understand" returns.

Trying to say "if......" blocks my words,

"It's a more critical situation now than ever. There is also the problem of gold, but there is constant intimidating solicitation from the Crown Prince. As it is, the Governor of the North has to be Aurelia's puppet."

The Crown Prince is strongly connected to the commercial guild and has a hostile relationship with the Governor of the North. It is seen in particular as the biggest obstacle to the normalisation of the streets of Aurelia, the guild's biggest concern, and it is easy to imagine that there are various approaches from the Crown Prince. There will naturally be intimidation among them.

Until now, the Borderline House was able to dispel that demand thanks to its own financial and force. However, it is not surprising that none of them can withstand the Crown Prince's offensive in the present situation, which cannot be expected.

I have the distant cause of this situation.

In response to Luke's use of Gateskell to plot, he suggested measures to urge Aurelia to review her relationship with Luke. Some of them were punitive troopers, and it was also envisaged that the army of the northern governor's office would participate there.

I thought it would be over in about six months back then, but that would be a longer period of time than a year, and that's what's causing my current predicament.

"I don't think there's much I can do about it, and the disadvantages are too great? How do you think about that?"

"Sure, the downside would be enormous," he says, but he immediately takes a good look at my eyes and argues with a strong tone.

"But! I can't think of any concrete measures! But Sir can handle this situation! No, I can give you hope that we can work this out! I think that's big..."

At the end of the day, you lost confidence, and you became a butt shudder.

At a glance I found out that Uncle Borderline is mentally cornered, but the gate skeleton also seems to be quite cornered.

(Due to the impatience that I can't think of a way to do it, you want to say "straw” called me... Baron Oldham will be the same for this minute. Originally, where talented people aren't so blessed, it's also a source of weakness that competent knights are being driven out to battlefield...)

Still, you can't listen to him.

"Are you still anxious about the sweep operation we decided to do today? It is a measure to prevent a deterioration in security and to minimize the financial burden."

"I do understand that. Probably will succeed. But what happens after that... I'm anxious about that..."

So he stared down, trying not to look anxious.

"I don't see as far ahead as Sir, and I have a narrow horizon. If the return of the Knights was delayed, if the bandits came back sooner than expected... then we could only reach the conclusion that we needed a Sir who could handle the ad hoc"

There used to be a lot of expressions of confidence, but now he was totally losing confidence.

"I'm not that much of a person. This measure is also the only one I came up with because I had the information I got in Imperial City. I believe that if you had the same information, you would have reached the same conclusion."

This is not a rhetoric or anything, it's what I really think.

I don't know what to say, but Gateskell, as in his own assessment, his horizons are not very broad. However, if appropriate information is given and a clear policy is decided, the drafting capacity for it is adequate.

In fact, there is a good chance that he would have succeeded without an irregular named us in the attempted assassination of Borderline Boss. However, apart from whether the result was what he thought it would be, it could be said that it is very highly capable, if only in terms of making an effective proposal.

I've said a lot, but you don't look convinced by my words.

"Now let's think about a few measures. Not so many things are envisaged, so let me present a policy for each of those patterns."

Put a relief look on my words.

"That helps. With the measures contemplated by Sir, I can do something about it..."

That's what I said, I bowed my head big and left the room.

After he was gone, Liddy groaned bossly.

"I've changed my impression a lot. I don't think he's the same person..."

Beatrice agrees with her whining.

"I thought the same thing. I used to be a great guy, but I thought he had a little more liver. I didn't know it would be like that..."

"I guess they're pretty much cornered. His Excellency the Governor felt old at once, as did Baron Oldham. I don't know what to do..."

To be honest, I'm at a loss as to what to do.

"I talked to that kid," Liddy said.

"That kid?," he asked back.

"I'm the chief samurai named Barbara. That kid's got his liver on him, and he knows His Excellency the Governor very well..."

"To Master Barbara? I'm sure he's worried about what's going on... but he doesn't look like a politician."

"I don't think so. This is a conjecture," he laughs, "but Beatrice nods loudly, too, and agrees.

"I agree with you. Perhaps she's the calmer one."

I don't know why, but we both seem to have a good impression of Barbara.

It's already late today, so it's not time to meet a single woman. That's why we decided to meet tomorrow, but before we do, we decided to ask Sharon and Mel for their views.

The two rooms are next to mine.

Knocking on the door of the room, Mel and Sharon appear feathering cardigans on their bedtime clothes.

"Have you almost slept? Tomorrow would be fine..."

When I say that, I say, "It's okay. Hey, Sharon," Mel invites in.

I explained the situation quickly and asked for the two opinions.

First, Sharon said to Mel, "Can I talk to you first?," he says no, and starts talking.

"I agree that Master Zach shouldn't stay. And then I thought the same thing at today's meeting that His Excellency the Governor and Baron Oldham are the limits. On top of that, I'm very much in favor of consulting Master Harding."

Mel nods loudly, "I agree," too.

"How can you say all that? Sure, he's calm, but he doesn't even feel like a talented woman. Besides, I don't think you're the one who gets spoken out about politics."

"I think Zach is right, but Master Harding is a strong one, and he's a wise one, so if Zach is consulted, he will always think in a good direction. Right, Mel?"

"Yeah, I think so too. Let me tell you something a few times when I was here before, but I think that's the only one who can support the current Governor General."

I'm uncomfortable with what the four women affirm, but I reckon you're right, if you ask me.

"It was helpful. I'll talk to you after breakfast tomorrow. I'm sorry, can you both come with me?"

I say so, but Sharon and Mel look at each other and shake their heads sideways.

"I think Master Zach should ask you alone," Sharon affirms.

Ask why, but I don't get a particularly clear answer back.

I go back from Mel's room to my room and ask Liddy and Beatrice the same thing, but it was still the same answer.

I had no choice, so I decided to meet him alone tomorrow morning.