Dream Life - 487 Episode 27

Yesterday I left the village of Natalis, home to the temple of the Creative God (Creatore), and returned to the city of Gilsall. I went for two nights, but I’m on a seventy kilometer journey just for one night.

Even so, I didn’t particularly impose it. Overall, it was downhill and because I put most of my luggage in my storage magic (inventory) for a light outfit close to my bare hands.

The next morning I went to the commercial guild to check on the condition of the ship.

Sometimes there were ships going to the Imperial capital Plymouth and the city of Ezarrington, but the story was that not a single one had come to Aurelia in the past month and a half.

“The sea in the west is rough this time of year, so there are few ships originally, but more than that, Luke’s anxiety is working…”

Even on the way here, I heard that the war between the Holy King Luke and the Caerm Empire is even more pressing.

Commercial guilds work for the Holy King’s House, the administration of the Holy Kingdom, so that it does not become a full-scale war. Sabotage was carried out for various reasons in order to avoid war by realistic bureaucrats in the form of a response to it.

As a result, the formation of the invading army does not proceed as late, and it seems that the Alliance stands out that it has managed to avoid a war, but its savotage is also close to its limits.

“… we’re talking about the army forming as early as May or June. I was wondering if there would be a massive battle in Lark Hill in August…”

Lark Hill is a major impulse in the western part of the Empire and also serves as an invasion base for the Imperial Army. Here and the holy capital Paxlumen are about six hundred and fifty kilometers away, and the march will take more than two months, even if it goes well.

“… there are many ships that want to go from Aurelia to Empire because things sell because the war is close, but you have a neck for not being able to use Luke’s harbor. And it seems that the Empire is collecting ships for the movement of the army, which has very little impact.”

Approximately three thousand kilometers from the Imperial Capital to Aurelia.

There is an island of Finnish in the middle of the Australis Sea, which extends south of the continent, where the harbour Gartbrek can be used as a relay point, but it is too close to the midpoint, about six hundred kilometres from the Imperial City to Gartbrek.

For this reason, we will have to sail two thousand and four hundred kilometres from Aurelia to Gartbrek without stopovers. Water can be served with demonic props, and if you load more food, it’s not impossible, but at this time of year, the ship is vulnerable to damage and there is a risk of it.

In addition, the trend of the Imperial Army was applauded for the lack of ships.

From Teito to Lark Hill, it can be as much as about a thousand or four hundred kilometers by road. Though maintained, it takes nearly three months to figure out whether to use the streets or just travel.

As a result, we will use sea routes to move them, but we will need a huge number of ships just to move tens of thousands of troops.

Naturally, ships of imperial nationality are not enough, and they are even driven out to the merchant ships of Aurelia.

“If we’re lucky, we might be here in a month or so, but I think it would be quicker if we went on a boat to the Imperial Capital or even to the northern Renecrates and switched over at Cheslock.”

Finish collecting information on the commercial guild and return to the inn.

“That’s going to be a long wait,” Beatrice said of Blur, and Liddy said, “Isn’t that okay? Because it’s not a quick journey either,” he responds.

“It’s also a hundred million robberies that we don’t have to do,” Mel says zero.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to relax while looking at the ocean? It’s just a good time not to be too hot or too cold.”

Zirsole is an island to the south, with about twenty degrees in mid-winter January with physical temperatures, enough to sweat if the weather is nice.

There is a bright white beach on the coast near the town, where you can relax while looking at the sea, as well as a seafood barbecue on the beach.

“Right. You can take a look around town or go to a nearby village, so you may want to wait and relax”

Sharon agrees with me.

I enjoyed sightseeing in Jilsall the next day.

Fishing on the beach for a relaxing drink, a stroll through the city, and more around the neighboring villages.

Sometimes the beach was generous using coconut-like tropical plant leaves to create parasols and simple beach chairs. Tropical cocktails were prepared to boost the resort mood at that time.

Fortunately, this island also has plenty of fruit at this time of winter. Citrus fruits in particular were abundant in lemon, lime and orange, and fruits even more similar to papaya were found.

They and the young spirits in the inventory were used to create original tropical cocktails that looked flashy.

“This is delicious,” said Beatrice, who was very popular with Mel and Sharon, but doesn’t really like sweet liquor, “you want a nice cold beer.”

Beer is not in my inventory either because it is normally available on the continent. Jill sole does not make beer because it is not suitable for wheat production. As a result, I haven’t had as much to do with beer as I have for the past month and a half.

Liddy hasn’t shown much interest in tropical cocktails either, but he didn’t have any particular problems. In her case, as long as she has a well-cooled sparkling wine, that would seem satisfying.

People in the city used to watch us roll away when we were rare like that.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a relaxing time.

Relax, but daily workouts are not lacking. But I don’t work out all day, and after ten days, I have too little to do to make it painful. I guess I’m poor.

I find free time to make a proposal for a distilled liquor plan in Gilsall or compile the information I’ve gotten so far, but I remember the story of Luna being caught, and I think grandiously about the inconclusiveness of whether the person who is the son of the God of Light (Lucidus) helped me safely.

“Sounds like a job addiction (worker holic) I used to hear from you,” Liddy laughs. Previously, when we talked about the previous world, there was talk of overwork death, and that’s when we used the term “addiction to work”.

“It’s not like I like my job,” he argues, “but it’s painful not to actually do it.

(If you worked until retirement, would you have suffered like this? No, don’t feel like you kept working after all. Because my hobby is alcohol, it breaks my body and my money won’t last…)

I went around looking at the glass craft workshop, which is a specialty in time squeezing. Since it is a traditional specialty, the artisans’ arms are not bad, but the whole workshop is not vibrant due to the fact that the sale is falling.

I was shown some of the pieces, but the ones made by the parent class look well worth the merchandise. But what young craftsmen make is cluttered. It is completely inferior to the imperial glass products that do the finishing with earthly attribute magic, and it is understandable that the merchants will not buy it until they pay for transport.

There is room for sympathy on this, but there is little magician himself to finish with magic, so the only solution would be for the craftsman to raise his arm or bring the magician from somewhere.

February 11th after about half a month.

Here comes the long-awaited ship.

To be precise, by then two trading ships had stopped by, but both have gone to and given up on Imperial Primes.

This time the ship is a two-mast ship about twenty meters long.

It was a trading vessel touring three locations: Teito, Gilsor and Finis Island. Purchase cereals in Teito, trade wine in Zirsole and sell them off on Finnish Island, where many sailors stay. Also buy specialty pork salted meat and chestnut processed products on Finis Island and sell them in Teito.

It seems that passengers are welcome because they are profitable in this triangular trade, but are somewhat of a (niche) business aimed at gaps.

By the way, there are many chestnut trees on Finnish Island, and the pigs who eat them are reputed to be delicious.

The ship is of the type with a large triangle sail (latin sail), with a high ability to cut up into the wind, and can be reached on a voyage of about ten days even on Finnish Island to the west.

“You’re not going to Aurelia, are you? Are you all right?,” Liddy asks,

“I’m fine. At least it should be easier to find a ship to Aurelia than we are here.”

At the destination, the port of Gartbrek on Finis Island is an important relay port between the imperial capital and Aurelia, and you are more likely to find a ship than you are waiting for in Gilsall.

I met the captain, but he was allowed aboard without major negotiations. He’s been mediated by a commercial guild, and the fact that he colored a little more than the market seemed to work.

Rooms could be secured once, but small boats are very small.

Also, they showed me the cooking area, but there is just one small bamboo, and no dedicated cook. Since there are only about twenty crew members, they said that they are cooking meals on a rotating basis.

It seems that the meal also just makes the salted fish, the preserved food, into a soup in the pan as it is, and just pours in the stiff bread of the kachikachi with it.

“You can’t expect me to eat. Bring in a lot of ingredients in about ten days.”

In our case, using the magic of the pseudoperche effect without having to use fire can be easy to cook.

I was told that the departure date was February 15, four days later, because there was a wine purchase.

Since there was nothing special to do by then, I would buy ingredients for my sailing trip and spend them.

There were no notable incidents, and we had the morning of departure.

Our ship, the Seagull, was in a hurry to prepare for departure. The captain’s name is Decker, he’s a big man with bad faces characterised by crushed noses and mustaches, but he has the impression that he’s firmer than he looks from the way we talked about it.

“Get in now. I don’t want to miss this wind.”

There’s a rare breeze from the northwest, and he wants to get on it and leave the port.

Get in the boat and head to the cabin.

The cabin is even smaller than the Luad Selby previously boarded, only about two meters wide, three meters deep and two meters tall. It feels like the old business hotel single-room ceiling was lowered.

The room has four folding beds about seventy centimetres wide installed on the wall. Hammocks were available because they were staged up and down, but then only four people could sleep.

Apparently, the hammock is provided with a special hanging gear to allow it to be installed between the sleeping quarters, so that it can originally be packed up to six people.

It’s so small that I think it’s a little more comfortable at the Capsule Hotel that after hanging the hammock, I feel like I’m going to have to go to bed because my footsteps are gone.

“I can’t believe this guy’s narrow,” Beatrice says zero.

“You should stay outside except when you sleep and when you eat. I’ve been around for almost ten days and I’m going to lose my temper.”

Remove the gear and throw it under the sleeping table with the luggage. You can put it in the storage magic (inventory), but leave it out in case you see it because the explanation is cumbersome.

I walk out onto the deck where I got lighter.

Just leaving the port, Captain Decker was in command with his voice up.

We went to the stern side undisturbed and watched the departure.

“You’ve been here longer than I thought,” Liddy mutters to herself.

“I could stay a little busier. It was a boring city with nothing to do.”

Mel replies “Right,” to Beatrice’s words, and Sharon is nodding as well.

“I know exactly what you said about prison for young people. I think I would have felt painful if I had been born on this island.”

Answer “Right” to Sharon’s words.

The Seagal leaves the harbor like a slip.

It is a hull that is more sneaky than the Luad Selby on board before, because it leans as big as a yacht, or it is speedy.

Looking out over the beautiful town of Gilsall, he remembered what was happening in the temple.

There was a small incident that evening.

An off-duty sailor happened to be involved with Sharon, who was alone. I didn’t know what was going on, but Sharon apparently released an air hammer (air hammer) at the sailor.

At that time, I was cool on the bow, but I didn’t realize I was rubbing until Sharon unleashed his magic with the wind and the sound of the sails.

Where the sailors’ anger echoed, they rushed to Sharon’s, but about ten sailors surrounded Sharon, a situation of one-touch immediacy.

“Do what!” To the awesome sailor, Sharon flatly says, “I just responded because you’re getting more drunk there.”

If Sharon apologizes frighteningly, the sailors would have pulled back, but not a single step back, making it impossible for the sailors to pull either.

“Something for our wife?” I interrupt, “the sailors protest,” this guy magically blew his people away.

“Tell me what happened,” asks Sharon, “but the sailors are drunk,” I don’t want to hear any excuses!, “he yells and scatters.

Still, Sharon calmly explains the situation.

“That one has been more intoxicated and hands on me. I said stop, I just fought back because I grabbed my wrist and tried to take him downstairs…”

When asked for more information, Mel had cleaned up dinner, but after the washing, Mel went back to the cabin to clean up the dishes. As a result, a drunk young sailor was involved in Sharon, who was alone, and tried to take her into the cabin because she did not resist violently.

Sharon, who managed to wave away but felt a crisis of chastity as she came closer and closer, unleashed an air hammer.

I wish I had just been blown away, but it was a bad tip to be flown. There was just an entrance and exit, and it happened to be open, so it implicated the other sailors who were ahead.

“That sounds bad, but it’s still something,” I say awesome, but I don’t have the ear to ask if I’m drunk and losing my judgment, or if I’m insulting you as a young man.

At the end of the sentence, the guy who would beat me up also showed up and had no choice but to fight back.

They naturally respond with their bare hands because their skill is the same as that of an amateur, but when they stop beating one of them, they give up their blood on their heads and sneak up on them.

It’s not very hard to beat everyone up, but the journey has just begun and it’s a problem to rub with the sailors.

At that time, he said, “What are you going to do!” The roar of Captain Decker sounds.

One sailor almost said, “These guys…”

“Don’t make excuses! If these brothers get serious, they’ll beat you up in less than a minute. I know they went for it!

We also show the orb on board, so we understand our strengths.

“I’m sorry. I’ll tell these guys a lot from me.”

That’s just what I’m doing as a captain, and I’ve been bowing my head before we get serious.

“There are aspects of this one that have been overdone. I want you to hit me with this.”

That’s how I offered my right hand.

The captain took his hand and said, “Okay,” and laughed.

The sailors around didn’t understand what was going on, but the captain was giving them a glimpse, so they didn’t get involved any more.

■ ■ ■

After Zacharias and Sharon returned to the cabin, Decker began explaining to the sailors.

“You guys know who that guy is?

The sailors shook their heads sideways at the inquiry.

“Those guys are” lockhearts. “You’ve heard about Lockhart defeating tens of thousands of undead. Lately, there have been stories of dragons and giants defeated.”

“Is there such a young man and a daughter?”

“That’s right. They’re second-degree adventurers. Even if we bundle up, we’re enemies.”

“To, second-degree adventurer!” The sailors are astonished.

“That’s not all. He’s Zacharias. Get your hands on him and the Dwarves won’t shut up. No one would want to fight over Dwarf and Lockhart entanglement, or alcohol entanglement. That’s what I mean.”

Everyone agrees with that word.

Since the Seagal is the home port, the sailors also hear rumors in the tavern. Especially when it comes to the Lockhart family. There was a lot of absurdity, something familiar to the drunks.

“Then say it first, Captain.”

“I’m traveling to find a new drink, so I was told I shouldn’t give you a name as long as I can.”

“Looking for new booze? Why shouldn’t I give you a name for it?

“Think about it. The Dwarves change the color of their eyes when he looks for new booze. Especially in the countryside called Jill Saul. You should be asked persistently what’s out there. I wish there was a guy, but how do you guys explain this to Dwarf? They’ll be asking you all night when it comes to booze. Drinking, of course. I like to drink, too, but I don’t want to drink with Dwarves all night. If that happens, it’s life-threatening. So don’t ever talk to me on land.”

A figure emerges on the heads of the sailors recommending booze as the Dwarves persistently ask questions. And the way I am sinking as I am.

“I’ll say it again. Don’t get involved with them. Forget it all when they get off the ship. Never talk about Jilsol having a guy. You got it.”

All the sailors nod loudly at the words.

Decker threatened us so far because Zacharias threatened us.

I didn’t make it clear when I negotiated the boarding, but I caught Decker after I left the port and said this.

“If you tell the story of me being in Jill Saul in Imperial City, you can just drink.”

In that word, Decker said, “What do you mean?” and lean his neck.

“The Dwarves of the Blacksmith’s Guild want me to talk to them. Hours until they’re convinced.”

Decker had seen the Dwarves drink plenty and felt something cold flowing down his spine if he dealt with them.

“Well, the Dwarves won’t shy away from looking like captains either. Maybe he’ll give me a scotch.”

Decker also knew that Scotch was a very strong liquor. The person who drank it also collapsed with a few (…) jocks.

Decker left the scene saying, “I’m not going to talk to you about it without darkness because it’s customer information,” but the matter was strongly on his mind.

The next day, the sailor involved in Sharon apologized, and then the ship proceeded west without any rubbing.