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

Treaty of friendship between man and Dwarf.

During the signing ceremony, the face rash surrounded the large table.

King Elias was originally the head of four Marquis families called 4W.

He even showed his face to the head of a number of other Count houses.

During the Elf, a signing ceremony was held in the Wang capital, but the signing ceremony with Dwarf takes place inside a building on the relay site between Alster and Saltstadt.

For that reason I wanted to be a witness to historical moments, in keeping with the great stage in history, because there were many present.

It was the Viscounts and the Barons who ate the portion.

You can't just visit in a noble outing.

Because the leading men were chosen as a priority and the lower nobles could not attend.

The only thing was that the Viscount Maxwell family, Alster's deputy, was able to participate.

Seeing this situation, Isaac regretted it.

(Ahhh, if I had mastery of the Marquis Welrod family, I'd like to have a chance to put Elias and other top nobles together and take them hostage!

Some Kingsguard knights, etc., but a total of about a thousand.

It would have been easy to take away if we had surrounded ourselves with 10,000 soldiers.

The difficulty of securing Elias' stature should have been easier to misstep than attacking Wang Du.

For those with ambitions, the situation should have been very tasty now.

Yet all I can do is stare at my fingers without being able to do anything.

Isaac regretted not taking advantage of this opportunity while being careful not to put it on his face.

In an attempt to distract him, he shifts his gaze to the attendees on the Dwarf side.

The Dwarf side was represented by about ten other elderly people besides Rudolph.

There was a difference in whether they had grey hair or not, but the delegates all had a fine mustache.

Isaac told me from Sieghardt that the longer his mustache stayed away from the scene of making things the more splendid he was.

Cropmaking, especially blacksmiths, is not a job with a fine mustache.

Because your beard burns, and it gets pinched when you assemble it.

Therefore, it seems that many people with long mustaches are hiding after the development of backwards.

(Sure, the guard warrior has a short mustache)

The Dwarves don't have a military profession.

When it comes to war, they say that the term "all the people soldiers" who can move all rush to the battlefield with weapons takes the perfect system.

The warriors that came with Rudolph and his men were also craftsmen who worked in the workshop.

They grow mustaches, but they are short enough not to seem to get in the way of their normal work.

Age and beard length make it possible to distinguish the general position.

Listening to these stories, Isaac could feel cultural differences and so on.

This time it's not just about humans and dwarves, it's also about elves attending.

Mathias, who is also deeply related and elderly to the Kingdom of Reed.

And the elves around Saltstadt.

They were participating as spectators.

The signing ceremony itself ended surprisingly lightly.

That too should be, the content of the signature has already been determined.

Sometimes it's a relay site built in the middle of the wilderness between Alster and Saltstadt, and I don't have to give a reclining speech to explain to the people what they signed it with.

After a light chat, replace the signed contract.

And he also signed the contract he exchanged, which ended when the names of the representatives of both sides were written.

Isaac was surprised that it was over. "If it wasn't for the ceremony, would it be like this?"

Surely it is over and plain.

However, being flashy is likely to be a situation where rubbing occurs or anger flies at meetings.

This was thanks to Morgan and those involved in diplomacy who kept it in good condition just to sign before Elias left.

"If you think about rubbing it, it would be good enough to end plain," Isaac thought.

"It's not just the text of the contract, it's the agenda that was most rubbing which name to sign first," Morgan said.

They compromised that the contract kept by the human side would have Elias' name first, and the contract kept by the Dwarf side would have Rudolph's name first.

It's boring from Isaac's point of view, but I guess Faceko matters to them as a representative of the state.

At the end of the signing, a Wolfgang with a wave of sword approaches the table.

He showed only a few moves so that the Kingsguard knights could fly at any time just in case they could protect Elias.

But without worrying about such a move, Wolfgang puts his sword in front of Elias.

It was only a gift for the king, and the decoration was splendid.

"He asked me to make a single sword using Orihalcon as I please. There's only one Orihalcon, and he said he could have made a set of armor. Plus, what a good idea to pay for the excess as work. No, you. You've got a good man. A guy like Wallick is a big deal."

Wolfgang has a full grin.

He was selling the excess Orihalcon and getting enough money as a fee.

There's no reason not to smile.

But Elias is nowhere to smile.

I was trying to understand what was going on.

"Lord Wallick?

Elias asks Quentin.

One of those words says, "What's going on? Explain it" included.

"Your Majesty, Olihalcon is a rare mineral that cannot even be dissolved by humans. I heard that Dwarves can be processed, and I asked them to make swords for this day."

"Can't we even melt it in humans... Can I take it and look at it?

Elias asks Rudolph, not Wolfgang.

Though given by the Dwarf side, the sword is the sword.

It wasn't funny to be judged hostile by pulling it out on its own.

"Go ahead."

Wolfgang's actions were unscheduled, but there's no particular reason to stop them.

Rudolph gave Elias a clear admission to see the sword.

"Mmm."

When Elias grabbed the sheath, he felt as if the sheath sucked into his hand.

"It would be amazing. That's not just a pattern. I did all the math to make sure my hands didn't slip when I got blood back. Naturally, the sheath is also made of orihalcon."

The anti-slip was functioning properly in Dwarf's hands, but I was anxious to see if it would work in human hands as well.

Wolfgang seems satisfied, making sure the anti-slip works properly.

Elias pulls out his sword to half and confirms his fullness.

"I thought this would happen with a sheath...... Nice stuff, too."

Elias leaks a sigh of admiration.

A dull glow unlike just iron.

Unlike the decorated sheath, there is no extra decoration in the body.

But a simple body made just to serve the purpose of cutting people looked beautiful above all else.

"That's right. This guy is the best I've ever made! I can tell you've done a good job with your chest up."

"It sure is great"

Elias spoke his honest thoughts.

The others agree with that sentiment.

Within the kingdom of Reed also exists a sword made of Dwarf two hundred years ago.

But even with material differences, Wolfgang's sword seemed more sophisticated than it was two hundred years ago.

- A sword.

With that one sword, I was feeling like I was being shown how much of a difference in technical skills was open while AC was interrupted.

"Lord Wallick, you've asked for something wonderful."

"No, I was just hoping you could make something memorable"

"Though. On the contrary, this sword will be a treasure to man, not just a national treasure. Thank you."

It was worth giving Orihalcon in advance and asking him to make a sword.

Elias is trying to stay calm because he is in public, but his face was in a state of redness and excitement at a glance.

Neither does Quentin feel bad if he makes you happy so far.

"It's good to have asked for a sword," he thought.

The Dwarf side didn't want to give weapons to humans either, but it's not something they can do with a single sword.

I had no problem giving it as a sign of friendship.

"Let me give you something to give you back."

Elias did not blame Wolfgang for his attitude or tone.

This was because I had heard in advance that "Dwarves have no kings or nobles".

Whatever the difference of position, basically everyone is equivalent.

It was because I knew there was a possibility of rough language.

When Elias signals, he distributes alcohol to everyone for tasting.

It was a year old brandy.

First, Elias himself speaks.

To prove that it's not poisoned.

After confirming that, Rudolph and the others took a sip.

"Well, you have a better palate than last year when you drank it. Sleep two or three years and it will change even more."

Rudolph drinks to taste the chibi and makes the difference to the freshly distilled brandy a word.

"This is funny"

"It feels new when you go through your throat."

"This is it. I like you."

Seems to be popular with first time drinkers.

It was worth putting to sleep for a year.

"We bring more of this so you can bring it back. Drink and enjoy, or let me sleep and have fun in a few years."

Morgan tells the Dwarf attendees that it's a gift.

But the Dwarves reacted differently.

"What, there's a lot of it? Then celebrate today and have a drink!

"Agree!"

"Let's celebrate, let's celebrate"

"Oh, wait a minute"

Without hearing Morgan stop, some Dwarves go outside the building looking for a barrel of liquor.

"Isn't that a good idea? Today is a day to remember. Have fun being rude."

"If His Majesty says so..."

Elias thought it was "not a bad idea to drink here" inside.

No other country in the land of man has exchanged friendly treaties with elves and dwarves.

For the first time in two hundred years, we were able to restore friendly relations with both sides.

We had a desire to drink together and experience friendship.

This friendly atmosphere is never bad.

Rather, it was a good one as a step in repairing relations between races that had killed each other in the past.

But some people find this situation uninteresting.

Shall we go outside?

Isaac and the others, young men.

Sieghardt, who knows the building will smell of alcohol, suggests that Isaac and Bridget go outside.

"Right."

"Damn, the grownups just enjoy themselves."

The two endorsed Sieghardt's proposal.

We can't drink anyway.

Because I know that I can only look at my fingers when I'm here.

The three of them go out and sit opposite each other in the shade of a tree.

"Speaking of which, you're also mining Dwarves, right? Don't you have to import a lot of iron?

As a public tale, Isaac asked Sieghardt what he cared about.

"Iron doesn't matter how much it costs. Since the war two hundred years ago, we have become memorable. The first sword or armor I ever made. It's like the first sword or armor I've made since I was recognized as serving. I have three memorabilia for my father and grandfather at home, and my grandfather's artifacts from his ancestors that were not used in the war."

"Uh, well. You want the material because you don't melt the old stuff and reuse it."

Melt and reuse old armor, etc. and you can be sufficiently self-sufficient within Neuizen.

But since I'm leaving behind what I made, I guess I'm running out of material.

Isaac thought it would be convenient for Saltstadt's workshop to import iron.

So I was wondering about the demand to "sell me all the iron in stock".

The doubts are resolved and a little refreshing.

"If you look like that, you'll probably start importing alcohol from now on. More deals, deeper relationships with nature. That's not just human. We asked the elves to build streets and stuff, so we're going to have a deeper relationship with them."

"Maybe we'll have a deeper relationship from now on than we did two hundred years ago."

"Yeah, unless humans are badly crafted again."

"Oh, that's..."

Sieghardt and Bridget view Isaac.

Bridget, in particular, was staring at Isaac with her jitsy eyes.

I suppose you're reacting to the "rogue" part and suspecting me of it.

Isaac was not doing well on a daily basis, so her reaction was natural.

"It's okay. Even humans learn. I won't repeat the mistakes I made two hundred years ago. It's more fun to be friends than to enslave elves and dwarves."

To reassure him, Isaac answered consciously with a gentle voice.

- I want to get along with Elves and Dwarves.

This is sincere.

Sometimes we can't afford to turn to our enemies, but Claude and Bridget owe a helping hand to family and Tiffany and the others.

Isaac hadn't run out of cold enough to give it back with a vendetta.

From inside the rest stop, I heard a laugh.

It must be fun inside.

But it was boring to the kids who couldn't get mixed up in it.

"Shall we even eat sweets? There's chocolate too."

"Chocolate or delicious?

"It's delicious. Claude is something I like more than alcohol."

"More than alcohol? That's interesting."

Sieghardt is still unavailable, but alcohol is the best preference for Dwarves.

I was intrigued by something called chocolate that tasted better than alcohol.

It's in my carriage.

Isaac leads the way and starts walking to his carriage.

If you like Sieghardt, you can also make it one of the products to sell to Dwarves.

Isaac wanted me to try it once and was glad I brought it.

Chocolate was also beginning to be harvested from the cocoa trees that had entrusted control to the elves.

From now on, we can also increase chocolate production.

But it's not just the cocoa fruit.

The actions that Isaac has built up for the future are also beginning to bear fruit little by little.

How far is it actually ripe in a few years?

Isaac was looking forward to the harvest.