Dream Life

Around 3pm on May 12th.

He was mentored by retired first-degree mercenary Gideon Dyer and his wife Francesca.

Everyone but Liddy and Luna are up to the level and ready to go home in a whim.

After this, just stop by the grocery store and make a purchase before you return to the inn.

When I was about to leave the training ground, Gideon asked me out, "What do you say, why don't you have a drink with me tonight".

Francesca is also curious to get on board.

I'm impressed by the young mercenaries around you saying, "Mr. Gideon invited you". Probably doesn't invite much from me.

I feel comfortable with these two, and I have no objection because it's an honor, but my fathers remain in the inn, and I can't decide on my own.

When I tell you about it,

"We've been to that inn before, so why don't you join us? Well, if the nobles will admit it."

"Even when it comes to nobility, I think it's okay because I'm a civilian formerly. But I'll check first."

That's what I say. I go back to the inn alone. The inn is in the same centre and takes less than five minutes.

Returning to the Inn, my father and mother were relaxed and lenient.

"That was surprisingly quick," my father said.

"I haven't been to the buyout yet, but I had a little encounter..."

Scratch and talk about what happened today and tell them that you had an offer to dine with us.

If you want to drink with Lord Gideon Dyer of Kensei (Swordmaster), then no. As much as I'd like to ask you to do. "

My father immediately admitted, and my mother agreed, "As far as I can tell, I don't seem to feel like a rough guy, so it's fine."

I immediately took it back to the training ground and told Gideon, "That was good," he gave me a happy look.

The commercial district is a short distance from the city centre.

Fully equipped to go to battlefield, but not so uncomfortable with the city of mercenaries. However, it was noticed by people on the road because of the large number of women and their young age, and even farther afield it is well known that our equipment belongs to superior blacksmiths.

I'm worried about my gaze, but don't worry about it because it was a common occurrence in Teito, and I head to a store where I have Fortis specialty cheese, which is my purpose this time.

The cheese goes well with wine and beer. It's a knob, and whatever it is, it's Liddy's favorite.

"I wonder if there's any cheese that came out at yesterday's banquet. Really looking forward to it..."

It's becoming a “cannibal character” alongside Beatrice, no, that's what Liddy is whining about.

The destination had already been decided. Last night, Rudiger Nichelle, the Blacksmith Guild Branch Manager, told me what to recommend.

It won't take five minutes from headquarters to reach your destination.

It's a splendid building on the front street, and it's going to have more history than I thought. I don't mean to offend other customers, so much so that I'm hesitant to come in with dusty gear.

"Maybe you should come back out."

"Right. At least I'd better get my gear off," Liddy snorts.

Beatrice and the others agreed, so when I tried to get back to the inn, a clerk-like figure came out of the store.

"Aren't you the Lockhart family?

He's a slightly obese man about forty years old, and he's been trying to hang out with his hands. Looks like the owner of this store.

"Sure it is," he replied.

"I've been waiting for you. Please, come in," he says, bowing his head.

"Is it okay to dress like this?," he answers with a constant grin, "No problem at all".

"We were told by the manager of the Nichelle branch's workshop that you would be here today. Check out our products"

Looks like Rudigger kept his hands around me.

Once inside the store, the nose is tickled with sweet, albeit fragrant aromas mixed with milk emanating from the cheese, as well as irritating spices and aromatic smoked aromas.

The shelves were lined with hard-type cheeses of about thirty to fifty centimeters in diameter. Many of them were light beige, but some of them were orange, with a wide variety.

Next to the cheese there are also many processed meat products such as ham, and bacon and sausages line up narrowly.

"There's plenty of cheese that looks delicious," Liddy shouted, "and Beatrice is also loosening her cheeks to chunks of meat smoked in candy," this bacon looks delicious.

"There's also dried meat. And herbs I don't know about. This will broaden the range of dishes," Mel told Sharon and Luna.

"Really. You've never seen anything in Empire or Ezarrington," Luna replies.

Other customers I was worried about, but because they were slow in time, very few and very few of them returned to our momentum.

"Did you have a favorite?" and an earlier man approached.

"My name is Angus Solby and I'm the owner of the Solby grocery store"

I was the store owner as expected.

After an exchange of greetings, I will ask for an explanation of the ingredients.

Angus will arrange cheese, ham, etc. for tasting if they were prepared in advance.

"This is the hard type of cheese...... the ham is carefully aged Fortis' best pigs...... the bacon is our best recommendation. Using cherry chips and smoking at low temperatures gives the best aroma..."

I will explain it to the standby as if it were water.

Each time, Liddy and Beatrice taste it, but somehow they had beer and wine on their hands. Looks like an employee on Angus' instructions put it on the tray and waited.

I'll take that too and try it out.

The phrase "This is delicious" fits well enough with beer and wine.

"It was something I regretted missing last year's Dwarf Festival and I do research every day......"

He couldn't get there himself, but with the Fortis branch, his shop was in, and he said he offered cheese and ham.

"I was wondering if you could come to Fortis and give us a lift. We are also aiming to win the next Dwarf Festival, so we would appreciate Sir Zacharias's input..."

If Rutiger told me to just prepare it, and I thought it was nearby, it seemed like I was after him from the start.

I don't think it's anything that's going to happen in my opinion, and I'm going to say what I feel.

"I guess this white loin ham would be my taste for a little more salt... I think this bacon is a little too strong for smoked incense. The smoked incense is too strong even if you bake it and serve it as it is, and if it isn't a beer with a pretty strong scent, you're going to lose..."

The employees behind Angus are desperately taking notes. I've been getting used to it lately, so I try not to worry about it, but I think I'd rather hear the opinions of a lot of people than just me.

"What does Luna think? Seasoning this white loin ham?," I told Luna.

When she takes a bite, she says Hmm and bothers me.

"I think this is still delicious... I might prefer to have mustard..."

"That's true," I said to Angus, "I'd like a little vinegar pickled from the grain."

Then he ordered one of his employees to "bring it with you immediately".

"It belongs to Welburn, but we have the best," explains the employee as he runs. I couldn't make a good mustard around here when I heard more about it, but it was imported from Wellburn in the northern part of the Empire because orders came in from the Dwarves.

Mustard arrives and I'll try it on. The white-lose luminosity adds salt and acidity and spiciness that leaves the nose for an exquisite taste.

"This guy's good. You don't need to add more salt to this. That's Luna."

Luna said, "Thank you. But it happens," he said, blushing.

Angus likewise ate with mustard and was eye-opening to its changing taste.

"I would go well with the sausage, but this ham is served as a pinch of wine without baking, so I didn't have the idea of matching the mustard. This would go well with beer."

As far as I'm concerned, if I cook the thick cut of white loin thoroughly, I think it would be a good pinch of beer, but because the fat is a little weaker than the sausage, it's not very popular with dwarves who prefer a gutted pinch.

For this reason, they suggested slicing it thinly into lighter red wines or matching it with slightly heavier white wines.

I'm going to try it while we talk about it.

Ultimately, it became a huge purchase of ten types of cheese and two or thirty types of ham and sausage. It wasn't me who decided, it was my wives.

Angus' laughter hardened to too much,

"We received good feedback this time, so your generation is unnecessary"

I didn't give you a lot of advice, and I find it discouraging to just get some fancy ingredients. And even if I say mass, from my assets, it's no big deal, so I decided to say no.

"I didn't give you much advice, and you can't just get all this stuff"

You expected that answer, or you've made another suggestion immediately.

"If so, how about we use your name?

"Use a name? How?

"It feels like" Sir Zacharias Lockhart, the best gastronomer in the Empire, recommended ”... How about that?

Apparently, it's a belly-up to hang a sell-in on a dwarf opponent.

If you give me my name, the Dwarves will always get their hands on it, even if it's somewhat expensive. You should be able to recover the losses you give us in no time.

I don't think it's a good idea, but I'm just not willing to let you use my name.

"If that's what you're going to do, I'll give up what I tried to buy this time"

When I say that and try to walk away, Angus says in a panic, "I'm sorry," he bows his head deeply.

"You just have to sell it to me at the right price. And as long as it tastes good, I'll talk about it properly. I'm going to talk to you at Ars headquarters this time."

When I say that, Angus gives a face that he's had a heartfelt relief. I suppose you imagined the rumor spreading that you could have rubbed it with me because of the ingredients.

I had a small problem, but I was able to get my shopping done safely. There was just so much to take home, I decided to have it transported to the inn and leave the store.

However, it took longer than I thought to taste and the time promised to Gideon and the others was approaching. There's still, like, an hour, but it's critical considering the time to take care of your gear and take a shower. I hurried home and managed to make it in time.

The innkeeper told me Gideon and Francesca had arrived, so I'm on my way to pick them up.

The two of them paid tribute to the Lockhart family or were almost dressed for supper that could be described as formal.

Gideon is a vest and white shirt with gold embellishments on a black coat and leather boots that are well polished in perfectly narrow trousers below.

Francesca wore a shorter cape of white lace in an adorable yellow piece, tying her hair up.

Mine was the usual black monochrome everyday outfit, so I get scared.

"Welcome, but I thought you could come a little more crushed."

Gideon answers my words with a slightly troubled face.

"No, it's the first time you've eaten with an Imperial nobleman. I wonder what's going on..."

Francesca slapped Gideon on the shoulder with a basin,

"Look, I told you. The Lockhart family doesn't care about that."

"Well, wouldn't that be nice? Drink casually, I don't know how to dress," I follow up.

There was another, a magnificent man behind them. The man is dressed in the same way as Gideon, but he's as good as our giant minister Byron Seedorf, and it's hard to say he looks good.

You felt my gaze, Gideon introduces you.

"This is Clyde, Clyde Holborn. My fellow mercenaries."

Clyde stepped forward and offered me his right hand.

"It's Clyde Holborn. Call me Clyde."

You hurt your throat on the battlefield, a voice that feels plundered, but I get a brighter impression than I thought.

However, the name sounds familiar and I can't return my immediate greetings.

"It's Zacharias Lockhart," he replied.

"Are you Mr. Holborn, the guild leader of the mercenary guild?" I hear.

He was also looking into the mercenary guild beforehand because he knew he was coming to Fortis. Naturally, we also looked into the current guild leader and knew his name.

"Sure, it's the guild leader, but please stop putting it on," he laughs loudly, slightly distorting his strong face.

"But..."

"Lord Drexler of the Blacksmith Guild is a forsaken one, isn't he? Well, that's fine with me, too."

The mercenary guild is also a representative of Fortis with a population of 500,000. In other words, they cannot be treated in the same line as the Blacksmith Guild, the ruler of a country and the mutual aid organization of the blacksmiths.

"I can't talk like that to Fortis' representatives of half a million citizens. Forgive me," he says, bowing his head.

"Come on, the blacksmith guild master has more power than the mercenary guild. You know that, don't you?

He's right, a blacksmith's guild would be better off in terms of pure influence over the state. But that's not the same story as this.

I tried to argue further, but Francesca has interrupted me.

"Now is the time to say what a guild leader is, but he was just a mercenary until three years ago. That's annoying singing aloud when you get drunk too. So you don't have to worry about it. Of course, ours is deceitful. Kensei has two great names, but he's just a mercenary."

I am also reluctant to argue further with being told that much.

"Now let me call you Mr. Clyde. I just can't talk to Mr. Gideon or Mr. Clyde."

"If it's your strength, I don't care if it's tame, but it's okay."

Gideon put it away for me, so I headed to the dining room to engage my fathers.