The reborn aristocrat is ambitious! "You've got pretty good status, give em to me"

Paul and Raymond also came to King's Capital, so Isaac returns to his normal life.

"So, what do you think?

Isaac was showing them a bunch of paper.

Ask for that sentiment.

"Interesting, but that's too different from a roll"

"In the first place, why did you think my sister, who just turned one, would be happy with this?

It was "Jandel and Gretel Two Volumes" that I was letting the two of you read.

A volume of homage work from "Hensel and Gretel".

The two volumes were Isaac's original action horror: "Brothers and sisters who defeated witches grow up and use past experiences to hunt bad witches while traveling around the world".

I found it somewhere awkward to use the famous work as it was and was willing to try my own.

But as Raymond says, he might not have qualified for a picture book his one-year-old sister makes him read.

"Come on, can't you..."

Isaac drops his shoulder.

"I can't..."

"It's not about making babies listen, is it?"

The two laugh bitterly.

Neither did they think Isaac was as sisterly as making his own picture books.

When I saw Isaac's unexpected side, I could only react with a bitter smile.

"Right, right. It's not like it would be fun to talk about it."

Almost all the books for children in this world were knights or romantics.

So Isaac was making a picture book of fairy tales from his previous life for Kendra.

But that just wrote something I could write.

I had not sorted the contents considering the age of the person.

Isaac reflects on that.

"I'm only a year old, don't you have to be in such a hurry to make me read the book?

"But your father will stay in Wellrod this year, so I want to do something instead..."

"You're totally my brother."

"Okay, she's pretty."

Isaac was thankful to have someone who could slap him so lightly as he replied.

I had the idea that "children are the ones", but I can still talk about no other love - it's also same-sex - and I'm grateful to have someone.

Keeping thinking about something all the time is pretty tiring too.

Especially when it comes to plunging people.

Talking to them is helping me quite a bit mentally.

Isaac consulted them and Kendra about what kind of picture books they would be allowed to read.

A conversation I don't love, but it had the effect of healing my heart.

"Writing a picture book for Kendra" may also be Isaac's instinct trying to give his heart a break.

But such chatting time is also interrupted by the sound of knocking on the door.

"Dear Isaac, Ralph has brought a new distilled liquor from the Grey Chamber of Commerce"

It was Norman who came to the news.

His counterpart at the Gray Chamber of Commerce was at his disposal.

"Is he here again?

"He said he had strong liquor that could burn his throat, so he wanted to let Master Isaac know directly. But your friend's here too, so do you want to leave?

"Yeah, yeah -"

"Right," Isaac stops saying.

(Liquor that's about to burn your throat...)

See Paul and Raymond once.

They are also to the extent that they can be called friends.

Maybe I could give him a little rare experience.

"Fine, we'll wait."

"Yeah, well, new alcohol is really important, isn't it? You don't have to worry about it."

I think Isaac's gaze is shy, and I tell him not to worry about the two of you.

"No, vice versa. Let's go together. You'd be surprised."

But what Isaac was thinking was taking the two of us.

Strong liquor (...) may do something (...).

That would, I'm sure, surprise the two of you in a good way.

It's a spirit of service to friends.

"Norman, will you take Mr. Ralph to the kitchen? We're on our way."

"Is it the kitchen? Of course, I don't mind..."

Norman isn't the only one.

Paul and Raymond also said, "Why are you in the kitchen?" and he looks strange.

"Just a little experiment......, I mean, check it out. I'm probably surprised."

Isaac had a smile on his face.

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When we gather in the kitchen, naturally, the cooks who are serving begin to care about Isaac's presence.

As it stands, there is an obstacle to work, so the chef asks Isaac a question on his behalf.

"Dear Isaac, what can I do for you?

"Yeah, I was hoping you could lend me some frying pan. You haven't used it?

"Of course, there is. Can you cook for yourself?

Isaac is famous for making sweets.

Plus, he's even been making alcohol lately.

"Next time to cook?" It was also a natural flow.

Expecting what Isaac will do, he puts one small shake of frying pan on the cooking table.

"No, I'm not. I came here because I wanted to use fire for safety. Mr. Ralph, just a little alcohol in the frying pan."

"Are you in a frying pan?

I say put the liquor in the frying pan, not the cup.

Ralph tilts his neck at Isaac's strange demands.

But I'm also curious about what I do, so I put a little booze in the frying pan as I was told.

"Well, what kind of fire would you use?"

"Dear Isaac, I'll do it"

Norman stops Isaac from trying to light a candle.

It's dangerous to let a child use fire, and above all, if Isaac does it even yakedly, it becomes a liability issue.

Instead, I named myself doing it.

"What are you going to do with this fire?

"Warm the frying pan first, then hit the alcohol"

"Do you want a fire?

"Try it and you'll see."

- Light the booze.

What a ridiculous act.

But since Isaac says "do it," Norman follows the instructions as he twists his neck.

Light a candle fire on the distilled liquor on top of the frying pan.

Then the vaporized alcohol burned down.

"Whew!"

Surprised Norman can pull his hands in haste.

"I'm on fire!

"Is that really alcohol?

Paul and Raymond, who were touring, are also amazed.

"It's alcohol. He's got a lot of hands on him."

(I tried it because my throat said it was strong enough to burn, but I'm really glad it burned)

Back to back with the surrounding surprise, Isaac strokes down his ho.

Because the alcohol vaporized by heat caught fire.

If this doesn't catch fire, it's just a manuke.

"I see, so I'll have a frying pan..."

The chef was also surprised.

I use an iron frying pan to make sure it doesn't catch fire.

Isaac is a child and never goes in or out of the kitchen.

Normally, I was impressed by the fact that I was careful about the end of the fire even though I didn't use it.

"Mr. Ralph. Be careful when doing more than two distillations. It would be safer to keep fire and alcohol out of the way."

"Yeah, sounds like it. If I ignite it, I won't stop. I don't want to have an explosion all over the city in a pit."

I guess Ralph didn't think the booze would burn either.

He stares at the frying pan with both eyes open.

"Surprised?

Isaac smiles at Paul and Raymond.

"That's right..."

"I'm surprised..."

The two of them are surprised by the sight they see for the first time.

But it was the others who were surprised, too.

Of all, Ralph is the most surprised.

As close as I can get to the frying pan and watch.

And he opened his mouth.

"It's called booze hot enough to burn your throat, but I didn't know it would catch fire... This would surprise the Dwarves, as Master Isaac said. Shall I make it as much as I can by spring?"

"But we need a lot of alcohol, so we won't have enough raw materials to produce it in bulk, will we?

I have booze, to be exact.

But that's what people have to think about drinking.

Just use as much booze as you have, there will be dissatisfied people out there.

"If you have a glass of alcohol, why don't you buy it from Dwarf? If you like alcohol, you'll be making one."

Isaac worries about the lack of raw materials, but suggests ways Paul can solve them.

"I see, that's a good idea. Purchase the liquor from Dwarf, process it and then sell it. This is also fundamental to commerce. We'll be more involved with each other and maybe not bad. Now you should just make the Dwarves you came to negotiate to surprise and increase production to suit your future situation."

Ralph also agrees with Paul.

- Purchase the product from somewhere.

It's a simple idea, but that's how easy it is to solve.

Interaction with Dwarf is resumed and will be resolved once the deal begins.

If you're mass-producing alcohol, just buy it cheap and sell the distilled stuff high.

Unless, of course, the great premise that Dwarves would have produced large quantities of alcohol has broken down.

"Whatever it is, we have to negotiate well."

(There's more to think about...)

Isaac felt remarkable.

Until now, all I've thought about is making a barter deal to get what I want.

If we're just trying to get along, maybe just distilled liquor.

But if we're going to make a deal in earnest, we'll need to be more explicit about the benefits of doing business with humans.

Then it's not just the booze, but at last I want to have something else.

You have to think about what Dwarves might want by spring and have it ready.

An act I took somehow with the desire to "surprise my friends".

No way. That's creating new problems, and Isaac's in trouble.