Dream Life

October 22nd.

Today is the anniversary of our victory over the undead. A Victory Festival is celebrated to mourn the victims of war and to celebrate victory.

In addition to the villagers in the village of Rasmore, many have also visited from Kilnarek and three nearby villages, which have newly become the territory of the Lockhart family, with more than a thousand and five hundred participants.

It's this memorial festival, but in a way, it's the Dwarves I'm most looking forward to.

There were over a thousand dwarves last year, but I just can't accept a dwarf that size.

For this reason, in addition to the veteran blacksmiths of the Ezarrington and Fortis branches who are taking skilled (expert) courses and the fifty young people who are taking distiller (pot stills) courses, those coming from nearby branches that had been pre-coordinated with the General Headquarters will participate.

With this adjustment, the total number of dwarves is only about two hundred.

Still, there are two hundred dwarves, which means a lot of booze is ready. Of course, it was stored in the basement before the summer and there is no degradation because it is cooled with ice made by me and Sharon.

The festival began with a memorial to the war dead, but soon turned into something cheerful like the village of Rasmore.

It takes place on the southern plain of Kanga Hill, as it did last year, but the Dwarves' toast song and "Sieg Scotch!" The voice sounds and doesn't make you feel any sense of sadness or anything at all.

Gideon and the others are also at the festival, drumming their tongues at the delicious liquor and dishes.

"Is this the rumored Dwarf Festival? That's amazing."

"Not this time. The Dwarf Festival was originally an event to compete in the arms of blacksmiths and for branches to bring alcohol and food to compete in combinations."

"Oh, really? With all this Dwarf, I thought it was going to be perfect."

Tongue drumming on beer and knobs while having that conversation.

The sun has tilted, but Queen Katrina has just weighed herself this time, and so far has not shown up. I just can't get distracted because I'm confused while I don't know I'm alarmed. Well, it doesn't make sense because there's no substitute for a big problem if you don't have to be distracted.

It just didn't seem like he was really going to come this time, and a messenger was coming from the Kingdom of Kaum, and soon after congratulating his father, he returned to the town of Bogwood, the kingdom territory.

But the messenger brought in a large quantity of certain things.

It's an example book released in Ars, "The Lions' Kai Song”.

Over a thousand books were distributed free of charge to the people of the village. Not only that, but it is also distributed to those who are coming to the memorial service. Priority was given to Dwarves, especially those coming from afar, and Dwarves from the Ezarrington and Fortis branches were all received.

It wasn't until evening that I realized that.

(Here we are... now don't spread all over the world at once... that's Katie. I don't waste these opportunities......)

I've already given up, so all I get is admiration.

When the sun goes down and the villagers go home and the people coming from Kirnalek head to school, which is an improvised accommodation, it becomes time for the Dwarves.

There are a number of bonfires available in the meadows to keep you drinking all night.

I'm surrounding the fire with Liddy and the others, too.

As usual, I had a drink with the Ulrich guys, but was to be consulted unexpectedly by him.

"It's the beginning of next year, but there's a general meeting of guilds. I need to talk to you there."

"Consultation? What do you mean?

"There will be a replacement for the members of the Steering Committee at the General Assembly. I mean, there's gonna be 300 parent replacements... so far, you know?

I knew immediately what he was trying to say.

The management committee shall consist of the parent and their equivalent veteran blacksmiths. And the important thing is that this member has the right to drink scotch.

Until ten years ago, it was a hassle to be a Steering Committee member, there was no one to run for it, and my parents hated doing it. So much so that I was setting up a banquet and gathering my parents when there was a meeting.

But if you can drink Scotch, the situation is completely different.

The general meeting is every five years, and although it was somewhat last time five years ago, there was less confusion because the Zach collection was not in the world.

This time, however, a relatively young generation from the sixties to the seventies, who spent five years trying to get into the 300, will run for it. Parents over the age of one hundred and twenty who have previously retired will also try to stay. This means that there will be an outbreak of intergenerational fighting.

Recently, distilleries began to be built in the vicinity of Ars, but it was two and a half years before they entered the world as “Scotch”.

There's no way we're going to get to all Dwarves as soon as it's released, and we're going to need more time than another decade. It's not just that, it's also about the Zach collection.

The Zack collection is extremely low in circulation and is hard to come by outside of the village of Rasmore here. That is assigned a certain amount by joining the Management Board. Dwarves should try to get in at all costs.

"I understood the situation. But there's nothing I can do. This is about the guild."

If I pinch my mouth, I'll let the world know that I have tremendous influence over the Blacksmith Guild. Even though they still say they are manipulating the guild in the shadows, there is no doubt that they will be alerted from around the Chancellor if they have influence until the selection of the Steering Committee.

"I know that. But I'm sorry it's raining blood as it is. If you do it badly, the city of Ars will be in the sea of fire, and so on... how can you lend me wisdom?"

I don't think you're exaggerating, but I can't say enough about never having Dwarf's behavior because I can't read it at all when alcohol is involved. Besides, sometimes the lavish Ulrich looked in sincere trouble, and I had to consult him.

But there can't be a good idea floating around right away, and I just have to be puzzled "even when it comes to wisdom......"

The blacksmith guild's steering committee, but it's basically decided without a vote. Until now, the retiring commissioner had nominated his own successor and only the steering committee would approve it.

Five years ago at the general meeting we managed to discuss the fact that there were a few vacancies and that the young people were not ready.

However, nearly a decade after Scotch came out of the world, the difference in power from his relatively young parents was narrowed by the fact that the young man changed the color of his eyes and researched them.

For this reason, it seems that there are more than fifty candidates scheduled to come out, and this is not a situation to be discussed.

Ulrich and other veterans could also rise to the ball.

Until now, there was an implicit rule that, once its own power had been overthrown, it would focus on guiding backwards.

However, veterans such as Ulrich and Gaelnote took my skilled (expert) courses, which not only took the previously incomplete three-attribute combination to the practical level, but also allowed me to see further improvements in my arms through the use of the Institute's latest equipment.

For this reason, no one at this general meeting speaks of retirement and says that it may be seen as a problem in terms of tissue metabolism.

"It would be too soon for the Ulrich to retire. And my arm is still up. You don't have to make me complain. But a replacement would be a problem. I can't compare my arms, and it can't be decided by the discussion..."

"That's right. So I hold my head."

I also asked Sharon for his opinion, but he thought, "That's hard".

Is Liddy or Beatrice unwilling to think from the start, "We're just going to have to discuss it and decide. More wine than that," he said.

That's when Luna raised her hand small.

"Is that also a good opinion?

Luna nods small, but you felt Ulrich's gaze,

"It's not so much an opinion," he said, leaning down on his lack of confidence.

"It would help if you said anything because it could be a hint"

"I thought you didn't have to decide on a quorum. I was wondering if 300 people could be 350..."

"Mm-hmm. But then I can't get into the assembly room. Firstly, there will be a decrease in the amount of non and other drinks."

"I knew you couldn't do it," Luna's face puts on Ulrich's words.

The idea that was Luna's word flashed.

"No, it could come as a surprise"

"Whatever! Tell me quickly," Ulrich rises.

"Well, wait," he says, and then he explains what I think.

"That means you can drink a lot if you want your arm," he confirms first.

Ulrich nods, "I don't think so," but asks, "How does that matter?"

"An arm of magic grant can be judged by the number of attributes. Extremely few can be granted three attributes, like Ulrich or Gaelnote. I don't know how many people can give two attributes, but they can draw lines with two attributes and one attribute."

"Sure, the reason is yes, but anyone on the committee right now can grant two attributes."

"Well...... how about Adamantite or Mithril machining techniques? Both are difficult to impart magic to, and Adamantite is delicate in adjusting heat. If you look at how well you can handle it, you can determine some sequence."

Ulrich, after a little thought,

"There are about thirty people who can handle Adamantite. Other than that, there will be about two hundred people who can inflict magic on Mithril. But what about three hundred?

"Right. Then how about this? The number of attributes that can be handled is a minimum of two attributes, which is taken as class B under the conditions of the commissioner. Class A for three attributes. And those who can handle Adamantite shall be first class, those who can impart magic to Mithril shall be second class, and those who cannot impart magic to Mithril shall be third class."

"Mm-hmm. I'm not ranking you."

"That's right. Let's assume, however, that Class A I names the Managing Director, Class A II and Class B I as directors, Class B II as permanent members and Class B III as non-permanent members. Managing directors, directors and permanent members always participate in general meetings, while non-permanent members attend general meetings on a rotating basis. For example, if there are two hundred and fifty permanent members or more and one hundred non-permanent members, the non-permanent members may attend the meeting twice. I don't think we'll be able to do this in numbers."

"I see. But what if there are more than three hundred permanent members?

"You can downgrade the permanent members to non-permanent members then. Which means if you don't keep your arms up, you'll be downgraded."

"Are you saying you're not faking it... hmm. Whatever your title, why don't you suggest it now?"

Originally, blacksmith arms are not determined solely by magic grant or metal handling. With blades, not only sharpness, but also ruggedness, balance, and protective equipment, but also ruggedness, as well as lightness and the size of the operating area, become the judging materials. But they also involve issues of preference, which cannot be an absolute criterion of judgement as to which is better.

Also, in the case of dwarves like the top three hundred of a blacksmith's guild, it is difficult to attach advantages or disadvantages in the normal processing of steel. In this regard, the drawing of magic formations with difficult magic metals and unique ingenuity can be a point of reference for the Dwarves at a glance.

"Now it was worth it," Ulrich said, tilting a jock with scotch with a full grin.

The following morning, without major trouble, the banquet after the Victory Festival was successfully concluded. All the Dwarves and neighboring villagers outside the Fortis branch go home satisfied.

In particular, Ulrich and the other blacksmiths at General Headquarters had a full grin that the difficulties had been cleared up.

October 30th.

Jonathan Water, who was coming from the Wellburne branch, leaves the village today. In order to get back to Wellburn ahead of the craftsmen and prepare for the construction of distilleries such as the selection of planned sites and the procurement of materials.

Its return route, but initially it was to head south down Ars Street, through Fortis Street into the central realm of the Empire, and back to Welburn. However, a massive bandit crusade was carried out on Aurelia Street the other day, and rumors were circulating that the streets had been normalized, so they were to return via Aurelia Street.

As a result, the travel distance has been shortened, but anxiety remains in terms of safety. So my father put an escort on it, but Johnny turned it down.

"I would greatly appreciate it, but this time I will carry the Zack collection to Welburn. I'm coming home with an escort from Fortis, so we have no problem alone."

The Wellburn branch has earned Zack Collection assignments at the Dwarf Festival. 10% sold to the Blacksmith Guild, each Hogshead barrel was assigned.

I was supposed to put it in the stainless steel tank I made because it could be damaged if transported in barrels, but that 200-litre or so of liquor will be accompanied by an escort consisting of twenty people.

That's also a mercenary regiment with a fourth-level mercenary as its captain and Gideon was also pushing his heartbeat.

They spend 20,000 kronas and 20 million yen on Japanese yen to keep hiring that mercenary regiment for more than a month.

In other words, it costs 100,000 yen per litre of security.

I don't think you're going to hang all that money, but I'm not willing to point that out given the Dwarves' thoughts.

I said goodbye to Johnny.

"I took care of a lot of things. It was really helpful, especially at Dwarf Festivals and celebrations. I'm not exaggerating that I succeeded because of you."

"No! That's not true," he denies hastily, but I'm even more frightened because my father, who was beside me, also said, "Zach is right".

"It was me who had the precious experience. It is my property, especially to have heard from Dear Zacharias, Scott and even many blacksmiths. I believe that thanks to all of the Lockhart family I have been able to grow greatly. Thank you so much."

I bowed my head big at the end and then traveled away.

"It's going to be tough for Mr. Johnny, too," Sharon talked.

She's right, we have to build a distillery from scratch in a distant land called Wellburn. I wish I could get regular advice like Ars, but I can't do that either where it takes more than a month each way.

More to that, too. The heavy pressure of carrying the Dwarves' expectations of Welburn all by themselves would not be halfway.

"Right. Well, he can do it. Whatever it is, I know Dwarf's heart."

"Right. But it's also going to be hard here when Mr. Johnny is gone. Especially next year's Dwarf Festival."

"That's definitely a big problem. If you don't think about it, it's going to be a big deal."

Talking about that, I was watching a carriage down the hill.