Dream Life

The afternoon of October 24th.

The Dwarf Festival began. Since there is no blacksmith skill appraisal meeting this time, it has been a liquor festival since the beginning.

Nor will there be rankings for liquor and culinary collaboration as before. As a result, the Dwarves are more uncompetitive than usual, and those who serve food don't have to compete with time, making them feel relaxed throughout.

Both hands are somewhat more free this time because flat benches are available rather than standing and drinking formats. Sometimes, stewed dishes and other dishes more handy than ever were prepared.

Of course, there are plenty of ready-to-eat knobs such as boiled sausages available for the hungry Dwarves, and even though so many people started drinking at the same time, little confusion has arisen.

Still, for about two hours the queue never stops in the beer and cooking booth, and me and Sharon magically continue to cool the beer we carry out in the underground warehouse, and the staff we carry out carry out the barrels with a scratch of sweat in the cold warehouse like midwinter.

The situation was that the trolley with the effect of weight reduction provided by the five units was fully operational and managed to cope.

After 2 p.m., the Dwarves' exuberant appetite finally settled. The alcohol consumed is also replacing Scotch from beer, and those in the underground warehouse are taking a breather.

"I would never have made it without the trolley that Master Zacharias had prepared for me. But you didn't expect to carry out more than 200 barrels in just two hours."

Alliance officials wiping sweat are laughing as they compartmentalize the underground warehouse.

As he put it, 70% of the beer and wine prepared in this short time, about four hundred barrels, was consumed. It's roughly 100,000 litres in quantity.

When the dwarf is divided simply by a total of six thousand with about four thousand inhabitants and about two thousand inhabitants, it becomes seventeen litres per capita. Of course, it's a calculation that Dwarves drank more than twenty litres per person because it's not an amount that humans can drink.

This much was turned with three hundred and fifty staff. The majority are volunteers from our village, but it was the Blacksmith Guild employees who partitioned them. That's what I admire about being an elite blacksmith guild.

"Good day, since distilled liquor will be the main thing from here, you can take turns and go have a drink."

"Thank you! I have trouble drinking too much and can't move, so the more I drink, the better!

That said, half of them are scattered around the venue, and the rest are resting near the entrance to the underground warehouse.

"I'm gonna go get ready for the next one, so if anything happens, you can come and get me in the South End Event Space."

"Got it!" and a cheerful voice returns,

"Dear Zacharias, good luck. We still have to divide up all these festivals."

Sweaty officials smile and sympathize with me.

One of my jobs after this was to introduce the cocktail that Queen Katrina asked me to do.

I purposefully make liqueurs for it.

Unlike before, making it is not a problem in itself, as it is available in abundance of sugar and citrus fruit and leaves behind a small distiller that I used to use.

What I made was a liqueur with bitterness in the sweetness known as a curaçao made from orange. The famous brand is "Coantro," which is used in short side-car cocktails such as Balalaika and White Lady.

It was distilled by adding sugar to the wine soaked in orange zest, but it became a delicate flavor of "curaçao mochi”. I don't have a problem with this because it's not all I drink, but I feel like I just lost knowing the refreshing liqueur.

I haven't made gin in over a decade in this other thing. Unlike before, the increase in the variety of botanicals that determine the flavour of gin has led to an extent that you will never be able to drink it if it is based on a cocktail as a dry gin.

There is still some time, as the event will take place after the greetings of the guests at 3 p.m.

There was just Liddy, so we went for a peek at the section of Ars' general headquarters together.

The total headquarters section was about 300 metres wide, with three rows of benches filled with dwarves.

"That's amazing when it comes to five hundred people," he said.

"Really, it's spectacular," he laughs.

It's certainly spectacular how five hundred dwarves drink while hoisting a jock.

I found the Ulrich.

"How was the draw?" I ask.

At this Dwarf Festival, a vote was to be cast by the hundreds chosen in the lottery to see if they had won.

"Off the hook, but, well, none of them are drinkable, so there's no problem," replies Gaelnote Graver, a masterpiece in armor making.

Oigen Hauser, the divine spear beside him, also laughed, "I'm glad you're disgusted because you're off the mark."

"To tell you the truth, there's only one liquor that doesn't put the barrel away. I mixed it up specially."

The next moment, the Dwarves, who were hearing my voice, scream in unison.

"" "What!

Ulrich stands for, "What do you mean! I'm not listening to you!," he asked for an explanation.

"It's a little play. I've blended three kinds of triennials."

"Why don't you say that first! If you ask, buy it out..."

I panicked and whispered where I had said it.

"I thought you said it was forbidden to buy or sell winning tickets," he stared.

"I kept my mouth shut because I knew this was going to happen. We already know the names of all the winners, so you can't give them away now."

Only the hopeful draw the lottery when choosing the general judge, but all Dwarves wanted it. At that time, he told me that there was only a barrel of liquor here, and that the detached dwarves were pulling back a lot.

"By the way, I'm not lying about the barrel of liquor we have here. I picked three out of two hundred barrels to vat."

"But I guess you made it. Then I wanted to drink at all costs..."

Oigen, who was showing some room earlier, is dropping his shoulder.

On the other hand, there was someone with a full smile. This is Georg Stoke, who made my protective gear.

"You can drink non. Fuhahahahaha!" he laughs high.

"Of course," he replies.

"But I won't tell you which one before I drink it. Find it in your own tongue."

"Hey, what! I can't do this..."

"You shouldn't worry too much because it's a game. You just have to choose what you think is best compared to sixteen different types of alcohol."

Two hundred barrels of Scotch are available, but it's just hard in time to do all the tasting.

So I compared one type from each distillery in the main headquarters and each branch, one type from each of the three distilleries in the village of Rasmore, plus sixteen drinks with my vatted blended whiskey to a total of fifteen types of seawell brandy.

"I'm looking forward to that," Queen Katrina joins the conversation with a satisfied look. She has a low probability of a fiftieth.

He's a guy who doesn't mind when it comes to booze, but he really pulled it off with only strong luck.

"Look forward to it. I just checked a little earlier, because there were a number of excellent drinks."

It was three o'clock in the afternoon and greetings were given by the guests.

The event venue is on the south side of Kanga Hill, but this time it does not create a large stage and only provides a small enough stage for greetings and explanations. This was due to the large number of people, the difficulty of securing a large space and the unnecessary display of martial arts.

Many people have already gathered on the south side. Their purpose is a contest that takes place after a greeting.

Sometimes, Queen Katrina, Ulrich and Marquis Seawell climb onto that stage to greet each other, but only the Marquis gave a decent greeting.

The other two wanted to move to the event early, or they just had to say something so simple that they couldn't even say hello. As a result, the Marquis has also considered it impossible to greet him for very long, or has ended him in about a minute.

"Then I'd like to start a distilled liquor contest," I declare, causing a lot of applause.

"The rules are simple. You will taste sixteen different liquors and just vote for the liquor you think you are going to have. Invoice where all judges have completed their votes. Now, if you win, get in the rope."

Before me, a painting was made with ropes strewn out by guild staff and squire, and twenty tables are carried in there.

There was a tasting glass with amber liquid neatly arranged on paper with the number on it. The glass is covered with a metal lid so that the smell does not shift.

"It can come from any number of things. The time limit is one hour. You don't have to run out of drinks on everything. You can vote for me if you find the booze that this is it. By the way, there are no substitutes, so don't drink them all at once. Then go ahead!"

On my signal, a hundred winners lifted the glass simultaneously.

Most of them are dwarves, but there are about five people. Of course, the queen doesn't count because she's a dwarf frame.

"If you're from a people's tribe, it's dangerous to drink it all out, so be careful. You may leave it."

"If you want to stay, Non will drink!" The voice came up from the venue and said, "Right!" I hear agreeing voices from many places.

This time it is a distilled liquor, but in this world there are not only malt whiskies called “Scotch”, but also three brandies, one corn whisky and one lamb.

No potato distilled liquor close to Apple Brandy, “Calvato (...) S” and Fortis' Uocca in the village of Lasmore.

As for Calvatos, Calvert, the distillation manager, has said he wants to compete in scotch, because Fortis has come out with a scotch for long-term aging that he produces in small quantities.

I'm just tasting it, and I don't think it's funny to watch it, but do you care? The Dwarves peek instead.

I was having a late lunch in front of people tasting with a serious look on their face. Because if you miss this time, you won't be able to eat till night.

Mel brought me the dishes, but they included a little dish from various lands.

The cook didn't have time to check it out, but I was surprised that there were many dishes I didn't know about.

I travel from Aurelia with the Holy King of Lukes, the Caerm Empire and the Kingdom of Kaum, and I admire the many dishes in the land that I tried to eat whenever possible but still haven't patrolled yet.

As I eat it, I notice that it is arranged to fit the ingredients around here.

"Looks like you've had a lot of trouble. I spoke to the cooks, and they said they were trying to recreate local dishes with well-preserved ingredients."

Looks like Mel covered it on my behalf.

"He seemed to know about me, and he told me a few recipes. Look forward to cooking tomorrow."

This kind of thing seems to be Mel who turns his mind to the details.

When I filled my stomach, the time limit was approaching.

"If you have not yet been voted on, then please vote," he says, beginning to move simultaneously.

You were worried, you didn't seem to have voted very little yet.

The vote ended in about five minutes. For the sake of fairness, the ministers of the Lockhart family will open the bill.

"Now that we need a little time to tally, I'd like to introduce you to this distilled liquor. First, it's the best, but it belongs to the Slayside district of Ars, the Kersus distillery, a non-smoked (peat) type aged in oak barrels in the Kersus Mountains. As you can see if you can see the glass, it has little color on it. Strong alcohol and a very punchy scotch…"

The Dwarves will hear my explanation with a serious look.

"... number five is a three-year ram from the Phyllobisher branch. It was the most mature distilled liquor of the sixteen, according to the feel I had had had. Sugar cane squeezed, not so-called abandoned molasses (moraces), but luxurious made with sugarcane squeezed juice, characterized by an aromatic scent like brandy…"

In that explanation, the Dwarf of the Firobischer branch said, "It's not the booze we're proud of! scream."

"It's number sixteen, but this time the hidden balls, it's the scotch I blended. The cornerstone (key) is the best scotch, which is served with a sweet (suite) wine barrel (cask) finish (finish) from the Chekharion distillery in the village of Rasmore at No. 9 and Peted from the Rasmore distillery in the village of Rasmore at No. 11 as well. As far as I'm concerned, I think I did well, but I'm just curious about your assessment."

"Let Nona drink too!" The voice rises from all over it.

"If the rating is good, let's get it out later"

He said, "How many times will you let me out?"

"Right. So if you get within third place. I think it would be difficult because I like to make other drinks, but I think it would be worth it if I got that kind of rating."

To my words, "" Ooh! The scream goes up, but I don't think I'm going in myself.

Firstly, there is a question mark in terms of whether it fits Dwarf's taste. They tend to seek heaviness over glamour. When it comes to the thickness, it's not smokiness, but the taste of the malt is strong.

Meanwhile, I prefer light, glamorous malt whiskey. Pete may be clever, but I like something with a strong aroma from the barrel. For this reason, it combines aromatic wine finishes in the best Kelsas mountain oak barrels, and lastly the elegant Peted whiskey distilled by Scott, the world's leader.

Probably, but from Dwarf's taste, it should be too light.

At the end of the explanation, the Dwarves headed to the barrel of Scotch in the contest.