Dream Life

October 21st.

The Dwarves of the Fortis branch of the Blacksmith Guild arrived in the village of Lasmore. The blacksmiths from the general headquarters of Ars are with us.

Tomorrow is the Victory Festival against the Undead, which means the Dwarves are coming together.

In addition to those coming from the relatively close Periclitle branch and from the general headquarters of Ars, the number of people from the Ezarrington branch who are coming to take skilled (expert) courses and young people taking distiller (pot stills) courses will be nearly two hundred.

There was Gideon Dyer and his wife Francesca, said to be the strongest mercenaries in the world in a line of Fortis branches. Gideon isn't asking me to make weapons, he's positioned as one of the escorts, but the best reason is that he picked up his younger brothers who are going to Fortis for training.

"It's going to be rough for about a month," Gideon says, shaking hands.

"It's been a while. Mr. Gideon."

He then introduces his grandfather and Walt and other ministers.

"Are you Lord Gideon Dyer? Rumors have been heard. If possible, I'd like Nong to do the same."

Gideon panics when his grandfather says so.

"This is Lord Govan calling me Lionheart."

On the level Gideon is overwhelmingly on top, but he is greedy to be strong.

I have respect for my grandfather, who can also be the founder of Lockhart Stream Training, and I was hearing about that when I was in Fortis.

I also greet Francesca, but I was concerned about her health. Because he knows he retired from mercenary service after suffering from a major illness.

"It was a long trip, how are you feeling? Tell me if there's anything at all that bothers you. I'll cure the magic."

"I'm glad you said that. But I'm fine. I didn't need an escort for a long journey, I was just like a traveler."

She's also supposed to be one of the escorts, but she didn't have to fight because the escort's face was too awesome.

Its escort is accompanied by five amazing mercenaries, who are also opponents of Fortis Branch making weapons. Exactly no one is as level as Gideon, but still just fierce beyond level seventy.

For example, one of them, Buddy Gore, is a swordsman of Gideon's disciple, above level eighty. He's a skinhead giant and has a big scratch on his cheek on the strong side, like the head of the Bandits if only he looks, but he's more courteous than I thought he was a former cavalier class.

In addition to that buddy, in his mid-thirties, there was a level seventy-five single-handed sword user, Wayne Ford, etc., who seems to have gathered some of Fortis' leading places.

Buddy and Wayne, including Gideon, also came that evening to visit the Lockhart family training.

Because Gideon and the others are here, the vigilantes are in a better mood than usual, two broken bones and one losing his mind about enough after the mock battle has begun.

I heard Gideon happily telling the Buddies as he hung a healing magic on a disoriented vigilante.

"That's really awesome. Tens of thousands of undead will win."

Regardless of Gideon and Francesca watching our training at Fortis, mercenaries other than them have lost their words to too intense training and have their eyes rounded.

Buddy was making that strong face shudder and shook his head feeling like Wayne couldn't possibly be either.

"What do you say? Why don't you guys join us," Gideon says, as the Buddies nod instantly.

And towards me,

"Will you ask Sir Govan? Hopefully, but it would help if you told him I wanted to work with Sir Govan."

"Okay. I don't think the participation itself is a problem," he says and goes to check with his grandfather.

When I checked with my grandfather,

"I appreciate that. Non also wanted to make arrangements with Lord Gideon. Shall I start with Non? Walt, pick someone else to work with."

When his grandfather commands Walt to do so, he heads to Gideon with a wooden sword.

Did you hear that story, a squire or vigilante vacates the place? Ghost Sergeant Walt also seems to allow a game to be watched between his grandfather and Gideon's one-stroke.

My grandfather and Gideon exchanged words briefly before heading to the center of the training ground.

My grandfather had a natural grin about working with those who were stronger than me. Gideon on the other hand is natural, but he also has a fun look on his face.

"It's been a long time since that guy seemed to have so much fun. He looks like he's headed for the Evil Dragon Crusade."

Francesca says it in a way that makes her feel like she can't hide her grin either. I guess I'm happy that my husband, who was losing his life, is looking to have fun.

The simulation began abruptly as the two stood in the center of the training ground.

My grandfather was the first to move. Usually you're in a position to take it, but it looks like they're going to do everything they can just to the other person from the start.

My sixty-two year old grandfather this year, but the move was sharp enough not to make me feel old.

Between the two there were about five meters, but in an instant they shrink the intermission, slashing down the wooden sword from the upper section with the temper of tearing.

The slaughter was so untraceable with our eyes that we would have been knocked down with one blow. But Gideon played that sharp blow by lightly joining his swords, and once he had made a mistake.

"That's Sir Govan. It's been a really long time since I've had such a sharp attack..."

Gideon says so,

"Let me go from here," he declared, packing his time in an instant, waving his two-handed sword unconstructively in a sideburn.

His grandfather was sufficiently vigilant to avoid the slaughter by lowering it gently, but Gideon slashed the momentum down diagonally, without killing it by rotating his body.

My grandfather also anticipates the attack, avoiding it by playing the sword, but Gideon's attack was not yet over.

He forcefully stopped the blown sword and slashed it straight up from the bottom of the diagonal. The attack is also avoided by my grandfather lowering his half body, but I couldn't afford that face.

Gideon rolls out the slaughter without stopping the movement.

The move does not belong to a knight like my grandfather, but to a rough mercenary, with a stormy attack hitting my grandfather. Its sword speed is sharp, and the sound of cutting through the air called Bhun is echoing the training ground.

My grandfather can't even grasp the thread of the counterattack because of too much trouble. But we know that if we hurry here, we will destroy ourselves, and we will desperately defend ourselves. But gradually pushed into a tornado like Gideon's slaughter.

And that moment came abruptly.

Gideon's sharp thrust entered his grandfather's chest either because of tiredness or at a moment when his grandfather's movements were slightly dull. It felt like a critical hit and seemed to have stopped at the chest armor (Cuiras) of Mithril, Welburn's Dwarf masterpiece.

But shortly thereafter, my grandfather is blown away about five meters.

My grandfather, who was blown up and fell to the ground, is hard to stand up to. I thought either I hit him in the head, or the shock made me unable to breathe, and I ran under my grandfather.

My grandfather is unconscious and bleeding slightly from his mouth. Breathing was even weaker and more dangerous.

Apply healing magic to repair the gut immediately.

I was thinking about the cause while hanging the healing magic. There are no scratches on my grandfather's chest armor (Cuiras), and I use shock-absorbing material in this armor, so I didn't know why he was hit in the gut.

"I'm sorry. I accidentally got into a fight. Your guts might suck."

That's what Gideon has said with regret.

Behind him, Francesca said, "What are you doing, you are!" and scolding Gideon.

His words showed the cause.

The moves I made with magic to slash rock columns in a mock fight I used to do at Fortis are a struggle. Struggle is a kind of move that wraps magic around a weapon and can cause phenomena that magically seem physically impossible.

Did the healing magic work, my grandfather slowly opens his eyes.

"That's the most powerful mercenary and the famous Lord Gideon. I can't even grab the thread to fight back."

"No, this is the first time I've been hot in a long time. I've never been so sticky when I really attacked you."

That's what I said, I give you my right hand, and when my grandfather takes it, he slowly makes me stand up.

"Last move, but what is it like? It shouldn't just be a poke. I was struck by a hammer or something."

"Oh, that was a struggling attack"

"Struggle?" and my grandfather leans his neck.

"That's hard to explain," he murmured.

"It's time to defeat a large warcraft, but the length of the sword doesn't inflict fatal injuries. That's why it's a move I made so I can shock you from the tip of my sword. I didn't mean to use it, but it got hot and I used it."

It seems to be like a kind of qigong with a move that shocks inside.

The squire and the vigilante had lost their word.

Because my grandfather never lost unilaterally, one-on-one, not even in that battle with the King of the Undead, Vlad Varonos, so far so unilaterally.

My grandfather looked at their faces and then said, "The world doesn't mean it's huge," with a clear look.

"What are you doing! Why don't you start training!" and commanded him to do as he always did.

"Can you give me another guide? Because it's hard for us to take such an attack on our own."

Gideon also laughs, "That's what they call the Lion Heart," and sets up the wooden sword again.

Afterwards, I had Buddy the Rigid Swordsman and Wayne and the others with orthodox styles do the archery too.

Buddy is a tough swordsman, but he was a different type than our minister Byron. Byron has many linear attacks, but Buddy seems to be Gideon's apprentice, with many circular movements.

For this reason, even if you successfully avoid a blow, your next attack will strike, and you have been blown away many times.

Wayne, but this one was close to our minister Nicholas. The sword of the offensive unity had no gaps at all, and was even sharper in slashing than Nicholas. I don't know if I can call it a sensible move, but I felt more sophisticated than Buddy.

The Lockhart family ministers have begun Walt and Nicholas has been knocked over. My grandfather was the only one these two could not win, and I felt the world to make was wide.

Beatrice and Mel as well as their squire and vigilantes are challenging the Gideons. Of course, not one-on-one, but we were all hotter than usual about whether my grandfather's motivation was contagious.

Finish your evening training while giving out more injuries than usual.

Everyone on the Lockhart side painted the soil, but the expression was clear.

"It would be helpful if you could attach an audition after tomorrow. Especially since it's a rare experience for us."

When my grandfather said that, after Gideon said, "I don't mind that."

"Tomorrow I hear it's a Victory Festival, but will the training take place?" He asked me.

"The ceremony starts at noon, so we will be training as usual in the morning. Unfortunately, I'm not ready to participate."

"Oh, really? That's Lockhart."

Finish the conversation and all head to the public baths. Due to the large number of people, the squire and vigilantes will have to wait a little, but we have no choice but to have a banquet with the Dwarves.

I just walked into the dressing room and Gideon said, "What am I supposed to do?" He asks.

"Just take it all off and come with me. Because it's not that hard."

Gideon has lost his earlier grandeur and is restless.

When I took my clothes off, I saw countless wounds on my body. That's enough to think you're screwing around a bunch of training grounds.

When you wash your body and soak it in the tub as I say, you exhale loudly.

"This guy's good," he says, looking up at the red-dyed sunset sky.

"There's something better to do after this," Gideon said, "What the fuck?" and lean his neck.

I don't give you an answer on the spot, but I hand you a beer I prepared just out of the bath.

"It's the" beer in the bath ”specialty of the village of Rasmore. Say goodness."

With that said, the mercenaries mouth the jock at once. And I drank it all at once as it was.

The voice "Puha!" echoes the meadow in front of the public bath.

"Sure, this guy's good. I know very well that the Dwarves are in heaven. I want to emigrate, too."

With the wind of October, I feel at peace talking about that.

Then head to the training institute where the Dwarves wait.

"It's late!," Bertram said, as did artisanal chief Ulrich Drexler, Ezarrington branch chief Ivan Kemp and Fortis branch chief Rudiger Nigchel.

That's who they are, but they weren't waiting for us without a drink, they were already drinking beer gubbily. For them beer doesn't go in the booze so it doesn't mean they're starting a banquet.