Dream Life

May 12.

I left Welburn for five days. Sometimes a safe northern street, no trouble, arrived in the central region's main city of Netherton.

I've been in the meadow zone for two days now, and Liddy and his horses are rocking me by saying, "I miss you," too.

Upon entering Netherton, he also headed here to the branch of the Blacksmith Guild. Even so, the banquet is not the purpose, but to obtain information about the Centaur tribe.

Nomads, including the Humans, are seldom always around Netherton at times other than festivals. However, due to the maintenance of hooves and weapons, they often stop by Netherton about once every two months.

Weapons, as well as hoof care, are the work of the Blacksmith Guild and are familiar with the information of the Humane Horse Clan. It would be difficult to pinpoint the exact location, but I stepped on the possibility that I might be asking which neighborhood you were in.

Entering the guild receives a welcome from Carl Krutz, branch manager.

"That's unusual. Have you come to see the distillery?"

The distillery runs along the tributary Vaughn River of the Nether River, which flows north of Netherton.

Corn whiskey, which is a raw material for corn, dominates here, and distillation began about four years ago. However, corn whiskey, which is not made in the village of Rasmore, has not yet become a steady production and has not participated in last year's Dwarf Festival.

"Oh, I'm going to find the time. I heard Bart was struggling."

The person in charge of distillation in Netherton is an official named Bertram.

Serious in character, so much so that Scott had entrusted me with the management of barrels during my training in the village, but I couldn't bring the experience of the village of Rasmore to life on the raw alcohol called corn, and it hasn't gone as well as Welburn.

"I need to ask you something before I do," I say.

"I'm looking for the Sorel tribe of the Humane Horse tribe. I'd like you to let me know if you have any information."

The Sorrels are a powerful family among the Humans, and they were among those who drank alcohol during their previous visits to the land. Wind rumors say the chief replaces the chief, led by former warrior chief Leeva Sorrell.

"The Sorrels? Are you looking for Theo and the others?" Carl tilts his neck.

"Theo's?" This one also has doubts poking at my mouth.

"Yeah, he came fluttering around last fall, and he's traveling the meadows with the Sorels. He wants to fight riding extremely hard."

"It's a riding battle, so you're a human horse... you make different bodies, but it helps? Well, I don't know what it's like..."

Theo and his men were mentoring Gideon Dyer, an amazing mercenary known as Kensei (Swordmaster) at Fortis. I had no idea I was coming to the meadows because I still thought it was something I was in Fortis.

It's a little embarrassing, but convenient for me.

"They're raising their arms horribly. When I met him at the Spring Festival, he said he was over level fifty."

"Level fifty... you're hanging in there..."

Theo and the others are about to turn nineteen.

It is not uncommon in the Lockhart family to exceed level fifty at this age, but it is generally so much called genius if you exceed level thirty at twenty, a level that is more frightening than surprising.

"So here's the information on the Sorels, can you tell me where they are?"

"That's hard. When I heard about it at the festival, I said I was going south, but in their case, I didn't know if it was 50 kilometers or 200 kilometers."

Humans are said to travel about fifty kilometers a day. Of course, it doesn't move every day, it stays in one place until the pasture runs out. But there is also territory with other clans, and we are not sure which route to go through, except for the people of the meadows.

"If you're not here to see the Theos, why would you want to see the Sorels?

"I need to ask you a favor," he said.

"I don't ask if you can't tell me why, but are you in a hurry? At the end of this month, or at the beginning of next month, I think I'll show my face."

"I'm not in a hurry to take it up, but it's time to go back to the village. I'll go look for him once."

That's what I'll say and put the guild behind me.

As Liddy walked, he said, "Looking for it in the dark clouds? I've heard."

"We're heading south for now, but we're going to use the streets. If you ask the nomads in the camp, they might have a little more information."

There is little accommodation town on the streets through the meadows.

For that matter, the location of the camp is set, where the nomads sell the necessary supplies and earn cash.

I thought that if I asked the nomads about the Sorrels, they would have more accurate information than I would have heard in the city.

"Is it a central street?" Mel asked.

The streets stretching south from Netherton include Central Street to the southeast and Meols Street to the south. Central Street is the main street through Fosdale to Ezarrington, but Meorz Street stretches as far as the fortified city of Meorz, which faces the Austererian Sea.

Meorz is an old city that was created during the expansion of the Empire.

Not only is wheat and other cereal production flourishing in abundant land, although it is away from major cities, but there are also many fishery products due to the proximity of good fishing grounds. I'm talking about selling them to Nethertons and nomads and they're relatively prosperous.

The people of the meadows will also have easy access to information, as they often make deals along the streets of Meols.

"Even when it comes to purchasing information along the street, can you find it," Beatrice was skeptical.

"If you get the information in your ear that we're here even if you can't find us, at least Theo and the others will come to see you. You can use that handover to meet the Sorels. Worst case scenario, you can wander around the meadow for about ten days and then come back here."

"It's certainly a good idea to relax and travel the meadows. With you, I don't have a problem with booze and food."

Everyone was laughing and nodding when Beatrice, a drinker, said so as he put aside.

At night, as usual, they are called to the Dwarves' banquet.

Even then, we talked about the distillery, and I got my head bowed down by a bunch of dwarves asking me to do something about it.

In the meantime, I managed to convince him by promising to go to a distillery along the Vaughn River once I had done what I had to do.

The next day, in the morning, we head south on Meorz Avenue to advance the horse.

When it comes to streets, they are not magically maintained with earthly attributes, like major streets, but only paths that have been consolidated by carriages and people and horses. I can manage to distinguish it, but it's enough to think that in the summer, the grass won't tell the way.

Several times I was wrong with the merchants, each time I gathered information, but there was no information about the Humans.

Still, there was information about the nomads, and it turns out there was an Ennis tribe in the first day of camp. The Ennis are a leading nomadic family alongside the Karcas, whom they met seven years ago on a visit to Netherton.

"I hope the Ennis know where the Sorels are," Sharon spoke.

"I think I probably know the general location. The Sorels are a compiler for the Humans, so they should be able to get in touch when something happens."

The people of the meadows manage the meadows with a council system by the representatives of the clans, or chiefs. With so many clans, there will be territorial disputes even when it comes to vast grasslands, and there will be other things to adjust to.

The story I heard before was that the festival is used to hold meetings several times a year, but in the event of an urgent case, it is a system of immediate contact and gathering of chiefs.

When the sun tilted, I could see the camp, which was my destination.

Several groups of merchants have already begun to prepare for the camp, and the smoke of the burning fire is rising.

As I asked the merchant, an Ennis-like nomad was setting up a tent to encourage business. Speak to one of them on the pretext of sourcing food and fuel.

"I want to know where the Sorels are..."

The young man stared at me with a frigid odor and said, "What's it like to a human horse tribe? I've heard."

I was careful not to stop smiling.

"My brothers are taking care of me. Haven't you heard of it? Five young people from the people said they were being looked after by the Sorels. I have a brother, Theophilus, and a sister, Seraphine."

You convinced me in my words, "Oh, I know. You're a young man who even had a flashy mock fight at the festival during this time," he smiles.

"A mock fight at the festival? Was there an event like that?," he tilted his neck,

"No, I was going to various clans and applying for a mock fight. Tell them to fight the Warrior Chief Class. You still won quite a bit, didn't you? That's what everyone said about Lockhart. No, does that mean you're a lockheart, too?

"Oh, it's Zacharias Lockhart"

"That celebrity!" and I'm surprised to open my eyes.

I dare not ask which story is famous, but ask for information about the Sorel tribe.

"That's why I want to hear about the Sorels. I hear you're in the south, but I don't even know where you are."

"That's right. There's no way you can tell but the people of the meadows," he laughed.

"There is a spring camp two days south of here for the Sorels, and half a day west of where your horses went for about three days..."

It seems to be a hundred kilometers to the south and twenty kilometers to the west at a distance, where there is a large pond.

Listening to the story, the nomads seem to be setting a place by the four seasons, and this time of year they live in what is known as the Spring Camp.

Thank the man and go back to the Liddies.

Beatrice and Mel were collecting information in the same way, and the stories they had heard were the same.

"And what are Theo and the others doing? simulated battle at the festival," Beatrice laughed when I zeroed,

"Sounds like those kids. Evidence of good health."

Reminds Theo and the others of how sweet it has been for a long time.

"It's nice to know the general location. But if it's the people of the meadows, can we just find that mess?"

Sharon worries so much.

"Well, the Sorels are about two thousand families, and there must be a lot of livestock. If we go nearby, we'll find footprints or traces."

Then we gather more information as we head south down the street. There seemed to be no error in the information we heard in the first camp, and on the 15th of May of the third day we took off the streets and entered the meadows.

The meadows have a gentle ups and downs, and from time to time my vision is open in addition to the thought of climbing a small high hill and looking around. With the telescope in the storage magic (inventory), you can see more than a kilometer.

"I think I can find this somehow."

That evening, when it was time to prepare for the camp, a group of the Humane Horses appeared, bowed and who had done what.

"What are you doing! This is Sorrell territory!

They were on guard around us.

"It's called Zacharias Lockhart. I heard my brothers were being looked after, so I came to say hi."

"I said it was Lockhart..." but I was wary, but when I saw us, I bowed down, "I did meet him once before".

"You can still move. We're going to our spring camp."

Since the sun is not yet completely down, and there are no problems with the journey, it will stay with it.

The spring camp of the Sorrel tribe was about two kilometres away.

There is a pond about two or three hundred meters in diameter between the hills, where the sunset is pictured. As the shadows of the hills grew longer, the flames used by the Sorrels in cooking had created a fantastic sight.

"There are Theos at the chief," he says, pointing to the large tent by the pond.

Proceed through the dim spring camp.

Many people look at sudden visitors as unusual or intriguing.

In the meantime, a young woman of a human race ran this way from the side of the pond.

Because leather armor is not worn a helmet although it is worn, the sky blue eyes, similar to its characteristic pale colored hair and sharon, are well visible.

"Dear Zach! Sister Sharon!" He shouts.

"Eunice!" rarely Sharon responds out loud. The woman was her sister, Eunice Jakes.

"What's wrong with you? I was suddenly surprised!

That's what Eunice says and stops in front of us. Did you hear that voice, four men and women appeared from within the tent.

This is Robina Vassel, daughter of her brother Theophilus, sister Seraphine, Mel's brother Lyle Marron, and Enos Vassel, the house-keeper of the Lockhart family.

"Dear Brother Zach!" And Serra hugs me.

"You look fine," I take it, but it's been a long time since I've seen you before, so it was very different from my impression of memory.

The two turn nineteen in June. Previous childishness is no longer out of appearance, and when I say young adventurers or a bunch of mercenaries, I don't feel uncomfortable.

But the contents haven't grown much, he says hello to the Liddies with a hug.

"Sister Lydia, Sister Beatrice, Sister Mel, and Sister Sharon. We're out of time."

Weird was that trick, Liddy erupts and laughs, "Psst... you haven't changed," she said.

"I really am. But she looks fine and above all," Beatrice says, putting her hands on her head like she used to.

"No more! I'm not a child! I protest," but I wasn't aware of my situation until Theo said, "If I stay away from Brother Zach to my heart's content,"

"We'll talk later. I'll start by saying hello to the chief."

When I say that and let Serra go, I bow my head "sorry" to the warrior in the guide.

Was it usual for a warrior, and he didn't look particularly distracted just laughing.

A magnificent man with a giant horse body appeared before he reached the chief's tent.

"We're out of time"

Leeva Sorrell calls it "Long time no see, Zacharias," and goes on to speak to the Liddies one by one.

"What are you talking about? Why don't we talk over dinner?"

Since it was not a blacksmith's guild, it was never possible to enter the banquet as it was.