Dream Life

Tria history May 25, 2022.

It's my twentieth birthday, which means I'm twenty years old.

Adults in this world are fifteen, and something doesn't change clearly when they're twenty, but it seems somewhat like a perception of a milestone.

It's the realization that he's fifteen years old and legally an adult, but he hasn't really grown up yet. Does it feel like I'm old enough to be admitted to joining adults for the first time when I'm twenty? I have the impression that this neighborhood is not so different from the original world.

Many people are celebrating it because of its twentieth birthday. However, as usual, in principle, gifts (gifts) are not accepted. The only people I receive are my family and really close associates.

Bertram rushed me to the celebration with his wife Meena and son Duonis. Duonis is also two years old and walks with Tokotoko behind Beltram. He looked adorable in overalls, but he already had a small jock down his hips. He's only two years old and he's drinking beer.

After a one-way greeting, Beltram handed me the crate.

"I made a jock this time. We preferred wooden objects, but you said you preferred metal."

I also get a miniature of a distiller made of copper for my previous birthday. Even before that, I also got a shot glass for Scotch, but this time it seems to be alcohol related.

Say, "What do you say," and open the crate lid.

Look inside, and I'm like, "You're lying!" I screamed.

What was in the box was a big swing of silver glowing jock.

"I don't think so, Mithril..."

"Exactly," he said. After straining his chest,

"I just want to say, the material is copper. They're just coated with misrills on the surface."

"I just coated it... this would be too much..."

The material of the body is copper, but it is coated with a misrill, a rare magic metal. It also sticks to both the outer and inner surfaces, so it's not much different from the amount you use for your helmet. Mithrill-coated protective equipment is very expensive and should also be of considerable value in this quantity.

"It's not just the coating. It grants the magic of hardening and the magic of weakness but self-repair. A few things don't dent, and the wound heals on its own. There's only one jock like this in the world."

I was stunned by the words for a moment,

"It's natural because no one imparts magic to a jock..."

So I realized something serious, and I was screaming unexpectedly.

"What did I just say! You can now grant hardening and self-repair at the same time!

So Beltram laughs niggardly.

"That's what I mean! I've finally been able to grant three attributes!

"Right! Congratulations!" he took his hand.

The magic of hardening is metallic magic and self-repair is wood attribute magic. Gold and trees are called anti-attributes and are very difficult to grant at the same time. If this is possible, three attributes can be granted.

It is a technology that can only be reached by about ten people in the world at present, and it is remarkable that it could be reached at the young age of Beltram. I was pleased that my best friend had reached that level.

"The only reason I can do this is because I did some magic team research with you. That's why I wanted to give it to you first."

Beltram had been assisted in a skilled (expert) course by veteran blacksmiths.

The magic team is not a single heir, but it is important to teach only the disciple, it is a secret to the blacksmith, and none of them, even assistants, have shown Beltram any details.

Still, he hears things like tricks when drawing magic formations from each blacksmith and tells the students that. He had also been hands-on by veteran blacksmiths at that time, and had inherited many blacksmith moves.

"But you don't have to give magic to a jock," said Liddy, who was lying next to him, in honor of Beltram's feat.

"At first I thought I'd make it a dagger or something, but tell them the Volkers would like something about booze. I thought I did, too, and I made it this way."

Volker and Lauderich, instructors in distiller (pot stills) courses, came up with the idea.

"I'll take care of it," I received.

After that, the Scots distillers also rushed to celebrate. For some reason, Beltram and the other Dwarves remain. I guess I smelled liquor.

After the words of celebration, a bottle was removed. The glass bottle is filled with slightly darker amber liquid than usual.

"It's packed with what I think is the best barrel of fifteen years"

The distillation began about sixteen years ago in the autumn of 3006. The fifteen-year-old will be from the year 3007, when the distillation began steadily. In other words, it's the most mature Scotch we have today.

"As far as I'm concerned, I think it's a very satisfying scotch"

With that said, I open the bottle and pour it into a glass for tasting.

I can only hear the sound of cocksucking and the breathtaking sounds of the beltrams. Duonis, only two years old, was also staring at the look with sparkling eyes. I guess an instinct prepared for the race would make it so.

"As a commemorative (anniversary) bottle to commemorate Dear Zacharias' twentieth birthday, I'm thinking of wholesale it to the Blacksmith Guild, but before I do, could you give me your feedback?"

The tension of Scott handing over the glass comes through. Because I'm the only one who knows how Scotch tastes in this class, but anyone who doesn't know I'm a reincarnator would be wondering.

Receive a glass and check the fragrance.

When I applied my mouth, I felt the aroma and acidity of the grape slightly.

"It's not fresh oak... it's made from a barrel of red wine..."

"Exactly. It was packed in a barrel of red wine from Kilnarek."

He nodded lightly at Scott's description and further included it in his mouth.

(It doesn't smell bad, but it still has a sour taste like a cheap sherry cask. Still not out of balance...... maybe the best I've ever had to come to this world and drink......)

I slowly flush it down my throat thinking about it.

In the meantime, nobody opens their mouth.

"It's a delicious scotch. The sourness is too strong, but the fragrance of the tree is not too strong for me to sleep in a large barrel, and the complex fragrance can be served well. At this point, it's the best Scotch in the world (...)"

The three of Scott, Brandon and Calvert realize the expression "this world," and the other distillers, who will have a strange face but are unaware of the circumstances, reveal their joy: "Master Zacharias said it was the best in the world."

You cut the paralysis, Beltram said, "Will you give us a drink, too?"

He had such an indelible look that Scott grinned and asked me, "May I?"

"Of course," he nodded loudly, pouring a scotch at the beltrams holding the glass at some point.

Duonis also gives jocks mixed up with the grownups, but just too soon, Meena hugs them up. So I was groaning, "It's too early for you," Beltram told me, swelling my cheeks wide.

A glass was also provided for the Liddies, and when they went to all of them, Scott raised the glass "Happy 20th Birthday, Dear Zacharias".

Beltrams, obsessed with Scotch and forgetting about my birthday, rushed up and glazed, "Happy Birthday! Sieg Scotch!" and summon.

Beltram stopped moving where he had Scotch in his mouth. And when you taste it slowly, it explodes joy.

"This guy is amazing! Is this what you're after?

The Volkers are similarly ecstatic. There was only one person in Dwarf, and only Duonis looked dissatisfied.

I shake my head beside Beltram's words.

"What do you mean?

"Sure, this guy is delicious. But the liquor I aspire to is sweeter, more fragrant, more complex. I'm sorry to say, but I have trouble getting you satisfied to this extent."

I'm stunned by my words, except for the three Scots and the Liddies.

"To this extent... will it taste better..."

Squeeze as if Beltram represented Dwarves and Distillers.

"Master Zacharias is right. I haven't been satisfied with it myself yet. Unlike Master Zacharias, you cannot read complex, subtle flavors and aromas in my tongue and nose. But I'm just convinced that it should taste better. Don, I'm going to keep coming up with new ideas. So if you drink it, please give your opinion without any objections."

"I can't imagine I could have any more delicious liquor..."

Scott smiles and disagrees with the words.

"You mustn't let Mr. Beltram, the craftsman, say that. Artisan arms keep rising. Then the quality of what you make should rise as well."

"Yes, you do... but..."

I felt the belt rum and dwarves under barometric pressure on the warm Scott.

Scott, whose young distillers are also at a far height, is impressed and moisturized by his desire to improve further.

"Either way, it means you shouldn't be satisfied that this is okay"

Yes, the Beltrams nodded as loudly as they were convinced that I was closing.

The last fifteen years, by the way, were to be sold as a commemorative bottle limited to three hundred bottles. I get ten as birthday gifts, but I have a feeling it's gonna be awesome.

I have lifted the ban from being twenty years old.

That's drinking.

They might say I would have drunk enough before. It's true that I was drinking.

But I was trying to get rid of the alcohol as quickly as possible with the magic of detoxification, considering its effects on my growing body. Sometimes it's too much fun to forget... no, I think it happened often.

This way of drinking, but I think it's out of the way.

I understand that the effects of alcohol should not be maximized even during the growing season. But I can't help but feel like a blasphemy to delicious liquor that even a modest amount of drinking forces me to get drunk. Well, it's hard to drink moderately, so I'm not willing to deny using the magic of detoxification itself.

To tell Liddy and the others about this, Mel and Sharon did not gaze at each other with a subtle expression, and Liddy shook her head as small as she was shrugged.

"Well, I guess it's a matter of feelings. So if you're convinced, why not?"

Beatrice was the only one who felt positive, but said, "Drink enough of today's banquet. Because I'm going out with you, too," continues the phrase.

"Don't you just want a drink?"

"Hahaha! Nice! Alcohol is best enjoyed. These are your words."

That's why that night was a party to celebrate my birthday.

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A fifteen-year-old Scotch who celebrated the twentieth birthday of Sir Zacharias Lockhart, owner of the Zach collection by becoming Scotch's nominee, ecstatic Dwarves from all over the world with the announcement of the launch.

Initially, we thought about setting a date and selling it in auction format, but prior information could also exceed 10,000 kronas per bottle (10 million yen in Japanese yen), and Zacharias decided to cancel the auction.

However, the fact that a "Scotch of the Fifteen Fantasy Years" had been created could not be erased, and the Dwarves began the story every time they gathered, and the Blacksmith Guild officials were worried that their work would be delayed.

The officials thought about the proposed measures, but in the end all they could think of was to tell Zacharias.

Jack Harper, the head of the distillery, was seconded by the general headquarters of Ars. Even though we started to get on track, it was so important to the Alliance that the head of liquor making, an important post for the Blacksmith Alliance, had to get to his feet.

Zacharias was consulted about handling the commemorative bottle, or now he's going to be worried.

Though I thought of a solution, I couldn't think of one, and talked to his wife Sharon. Sharon replied this to the bewildered Zacharias.

"What if Zach gave it to General Headquarters and each branch?"

"Giving? You mean a gift...... but how do you decide to allocate it?

"Wouldn't it be better if Master Zach decided? I don't think the blacksmiths will complain about Master Zach's decision."

Sharon's idea was that Zacharias would personally give it to each branch. It was her idea that if it was a pure gift, there would be no complaints without making a strict allocation decision.

"Sure it is... but how do you decide to allocate it..."

That being said, I would think for a few minutes, but in the end the number of copies was decided to be sent to each branch, as private. As for the liquor, the Dwarves decided that they would never be able to rub it with a large number of copies.

The problem of allocation was solved, but the problem of delivery remained.

Ten thousand kronas a bottle. Since many branches are given about twenty bottles, that alone amounts to two hundred thousand kronas (200 million yen in Japanese yen).

The problem is that glass bottles may be damaged during transport. Financial compensation is possible, but if you break even one bottle, you buy the Dwarves' grudge. For this reason Zacharias was worried that the merchant undertaking the transport would not show up.

The blacksmith guild settled on this issue by responsible delivery.

Zacharias helped with that, too.

He drew a magical formation of cures on the bottle to avoid breakage, creating a bottle of strength that could not be broken even if dropped from a height of three m (melt).

The way it was made was an unprecedented method.

When he magically molded the bottle, he applied a magic formation made of silver yarn and further knitted a method of covering it with glass.

As a result, the magic formations will continue to be effective if magic is applied, without being abrasive, and will be employed in a bottle of fine liquor afterwards.

It was also appreciated as a work of art by the beautiful contrast between crystal glass and silver magic formations, and ten years later an empty bottle was to be traded for one hundred thousand kronas.

Most importantly, this adds to the rarity of not being on the market. The Dwarves also kept empty bottles as treasures for their branches.

By the way, the source of the bottle put up for sale was Zacharias himself.

He gave way to a merchant he knew in a light-hearted manner, but when the merchant decorated the house, a senior nobleman who saw it by chance supposedly craved it and forcibly bought it away. In doing so, the merchant bought 100,000 kronas and so on with the intention of making him give up, but the nobleman bought them at that value without any price.

The identity of that nobleman, but one theory says the Duke of the Empire, has not revealed any details.