Dream Life - 494 Episode 34

Yesterday, he re-explained the distillery construction at the Deodard Chamber of Commerce along with a brief additional material. Starting with the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, Verno Deodard, the employees involved in the construction are also thinking about the unexpected circumstances that have not been written about whether they have loaded my plan considerably, and the construction of the distillery in Gilsall seems to be manageable without me.

Last night we had a banquet at the Blacksmith Guild and spared a breakup with branch manager Zamuel Obitz and others. At that time, there were plugs from the Deodard Chamber of Commerce, such as “Steamed Mussels with Beer”, “Steamed Oysters with Wine” and “Fried Herring”, Aurelia’s specialty dish, which thrived until midnight.

This is the end of what needs to be done in Aurelia, so today we leave for the meadows.

We discussed it several times, but only because we came to the conclusion that we should go to the meadows once and then return to our home village of Rasmore.

Zamuel and the other Dwarves, as well as the employees of the Deoddard Chamber of Commerce, drop me off and set off. “Take care! voice and” Sieg Scotch! “As his voice mixed, he waved to the street.

Leaving the huge castle gate of the city of Aurelia, there were more carriages than I thought. When we talk about it, we hear that there are those who are headed to Pericritle and those who are aiming for the central realm of the Empire.

Pericritle is targeting reconstruction needs, but the central region seems to be targeting the demand for war between the Caerm Empire and Luke’s Holy King.

It would have been better to use a ship with lower transport costs, but it meant that it was being used for land transport, considering the risk of a maritime blockade by Periplus, the maritime state hired by Luke, and the requisition of large ships by the Empire.

Late April means it’s just the right time to relax and ride a horse.

I could have enjoyed the journey while enjoying the landscape before, but only today I don’t have much room for it.

“Could riding a horse have been such a tiring thing,” Liddy said.

“That’s the harm of a sailing trip,” I can only return it.

In addition to all the sailing and less walking, it was due to the dull sensations needed to ride a horse and more painful thighs and hips than usual.

Still, a day’s ride restored my previous senses and never tired me more than I had to.

May 4.

He arrived in the city of Low Cliff, a transportation hub where Aurelia Avenue meets Imperial Northern Avenue. For once, although the first of May, the deadline that God in Heaven (Caerm) was saying, has passed, this is the imprint of the Empire. I was warned that a warning would come from the gods, but nothing happened.

Head from Lowcliff to Wellburn, the main city in the north.

There are only fifty kilometers to Wellburn, and if you leave early in the morning, you can arrive within that day, but it is not a quick journey, so you will stay overnight on the way. This was meant to go straight into the banquet with the Dwarves when they arrived at Wellburn late in the evening, and to adjust so that they could arrive after 2 p.m.

Around 2pm on May 6th.

We arrived at Wellburn as planned. After checking into the Inn, I head to greet Uncle Raswell, who is also the Governor of the North.

For once, the Lockhart family is a treatment of subordination of the Northern Governor, and it is a liturgical necessity for them to wish for a way of seeing even their second son.

It is rare for the second son of the Viscount to be able to see him because he is the most aristocratic, which only means liturgical, but in my case he should normally see him.

When you go to Wellburn Castle, the castle of Borderline Uncle, you will be able to see him as soon as you expect.

Baron Ferdinand Oldham, the housekeeper, soon appeared. The North has also been calm over the past few years, and there was plenty of room on his face.

“I asked you without a foretaste, and I’m sorry,” he said, bowing his head, smiling back.

“No problem. If you are Sir Zacharias, you will always be welcome.”

Talking about that, I head to Uncle Borderline’s office.

In the office was awaited by Hubert Raswell Borderline Uncle and his great-grandson, Francis.

Uncle Borderline is in his late fifties, but he feels younger than he was when he first met because of the lack of urgent problems. Francis also turns sixteen, making him feel like a princess.

“Looks like you’ve been to a lot of places for a long time. I didn’t think you’d make it this far,” chuckles Uncle Borderline.

He seemed to be getting information through his brother-in-law Rosalind, and he knew I was on my way to Jill Saul.

“I’m not just here to see what’s going on at the distillery. If there’s anything I can do, I can help. Sir, I owe you.”

He didn’t ask me what reason I was here, he just offered to cooperate. Borrowing was a previous punitive war against the Holy Kingdom of Lukes, when the Northern Governor’s Office was gasping for a heavy burden, proposing ways to maintain law and order.

I have nothing to ask for at the moment, I’m just keeping it to say thank you.

Afterwards I get into chatter, but Francis’ expression is stiff and hardly joins the story.

“Dear Francis, are you used to government?,” but just saying, “I’m just studying under my uncle,” doesn’t really get me into the story.

When enough was enough, Francis stood up and said, “Excuse me, it’s workout time,” he bowed his head to Uncle Borderline and left the office.

When his figure disappears, Uncle Borderline sighs heavily.

“I’m not going to be spoiling you, but I’m not into politics or the military. Trouble.”

Baron Oldham argues with that word.

“Master Francis is also doing his best under heavy pressure. If you say so…”

Apparently, he can’t stand the heavy pressure of succeeding the northern governor.

There is room for sympathy for the heavy pressure (pressure) to carry on the trail of my grandfather, who will reign for more than thirty years as a famous man. But besides Francis, the Raswell family’s direct male only has a former Viscount Constance Tiesburn, the brother of a previously troubled Borderline uncle, who has no other choice than him.

It is also necessary to raise a successor as soon as possible because he is old enough to have no problems with the health of the peripheral uncle. Sometimes that happens, I guess he’s been educated man-to-man by Borderline Uncle and Baron without being admitted to the Higher Academy of Sciences in Teito.

“It’s Zacharias. Is there any better wisdom?”

All of a sudden he talks, but I don’t have a child to answer to, and all I can do is bow my head, “I’m sorry,” he said.

“Um, may I,” Sharon asked to speak.

“Is there any good wisdom,” said Uncle Borderline, shining his eyes.

“It’s not so much wisdom,” he prefaced.

“Does Master Francis have any alumni? As the Governor has Baron Oldham, if Francis has a friend who can talk with his chest collar open, I think he can share his troubles.”

Uncle Borderline and the Baron face Sharon at the same time.

“I also looked for Nong, but there are not enough people in the north to be friends with the heirs of the Borderline Uncle family. Non and Ferdinand are friends we learned together in Imperial Capital… but it may have been a failure to leave them here. But if anything happens to Francis, the Raswells…”

The Governor of the North, who manages a vast territory and has tremendous powers, has traditionally been endangered by the Emperor.

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Furthermore, the Imperial nobles also know that the biggest weakness of the Raswell family is the issue of their successors. There can be no denial of what is unlikely to come up with a plot in order to obtain the interests of the Northern Governor.

Because of that concern, I retain it in Safe Wellburn, but I guess that turned it down and became a vendetta.

The Raswell family in the north is so prestigious as to be comparable to the Caerm royal family. There are also aristocrats in the northern region, most of whom are subordinate aristocrats to the Viscount family.

In addition, Hubert, the present emperor, has reigned in the northern realm for more than thirty years as a famous monarch. For this reason, for a nobleman of about thirty with children of his generation as Francis, Hubert, who has been governor since birth, is a respectable opponent as well as a subject of awe.

I think it’s horrible to make my child Francis’ alumnus.

Meanwhile, inviting senior aristocratic children to Wellburn as alumni, few parents send their children to the periphery far from the Empire City. Because if you don’t enroll in the Higher Academy in Teito, you’ll lose the opportunity to make connections.

If you become an alumni, you can have a big pipe with the Governor of the North. However, the northern governor is traditionally admired by emperors and prime ministers, thus not a great benefit to senior nobles above the Marquis. Conversely, the more advanced the nobility, the less advantageous it becomes.

That happened, and it meant that Francis had no guards or squires, but no one called him an alumni.

“If anyone is good, I would recommend it,” said Uncle Borderline Zero.

“Can’t you do it in Mr. Theophilus?

Sharon suggests it, but immediately I deny it.

“Why? I’m close to my age, and I think we can be bright and friends in character.”

Sharon’s assessment of Theo is not incorrect. But there was a big problem.

“It is alarming to the imperial elders that the Viscounts of Lockhart and the Ladswell Border House look any more intimate. My brother was married to my sister-in-law before we became a Viscount, but if Theo was seen as Francis’ belly, it would look like the Raswell family got the power of a blacksmith’s guild.”

“That’s true,” Sharon quickly agrees.

“That’s exactly the problem. The Lockhart family, of course, can’t even speak to the Seawell family. Trouble…”

The Marquis Seawell family is related to the Raswell family and at first glance does not appear to have a problem.

Previously, it was seen as relatively powerless among senior nobles, and less alert. However, due to the success of Seawell Wine and Seawell Brandy, which has led to great influence in the Imperial Capital, I take care to distance myself as a borderline uncle as well.

But Liddy denies the idea.

“Wouldn’t Theo also stand in the name of escort?

Liddy’s opinion seems sensible with no clapping. Uncle Borderline seems to have noticed that too.

“An escort… sure, then there’s no problem. Whatever you say, it is impeccable in terms of credibility because he is a man of the prestigious Lockhart family of Wu and is also related to our Raswell family. I can explain it to the elders with dignity.”

“The question is, does your brother want to come here? I don’t know where you are right now, but when it comes to excelling swordsmanship, it’s more than me or my brother. Well, it’s a little better than my sisters.”

In an attempt to excel in swordsmanship, Theo has taught Gideon Dyer, alias Kensei (Swordmaster), the strongest mercenary since his early childhood, and has dawned on rigorous training.

It’s a common sense range compared to Seraphine and her youngest sister Sophia, but if he asks if he wants to come to peaceful Welburn, he can only answer no.

“Uhm. But can you ask Theophilus once? I only know it at a very young age, but I still remember it as a fearless personality back then. If you need a teacher, we’ll hire one.”

Rigorously, I’ve said I’d hire a first-degree mercenary class.

Making first-degree mercenaries exclusive is difficult in the first place. Even if there is some kind of handover and a long-term contract is possible, in the market of a mercenary guild, hundreds of thousands of kronas a year and hundreds of millions of yen in Japanese yen should be needed.

“If you need experience in action, I would also admit to commanding a crusader in the Porta Mountains as an individual, not affiliated with the Northern Governor’s Office. Regardless, if you wish to be the general of the Northern Governor’s Office, I will consider it whenever possible. Well, I’ll have to get rid of Lockhart’s name then.”

I have also said that I will take into account the actual battle that Theo wants.

Even for me, I think it is necessary for the stability of the Empire and hence of the world to prevent the confusion of the Border House, and I want to cooperate.

Uncle Borderline’s suggestion is too much, but I’m not going to push it on my brother, and I’m going to follow his wishes.

“I’m going back to the village via Fortis after going to the meadows, so I’ll talk to my brother and my father then. But don’t expect too much, because I don’t mean to force you to.”

Borderline uncle also says “um” and nods loudly.

Later, Barbara Raswell, who became the wife of Borderline Uncle, appeared. The feeling of understatement is the same as before, but I feel it has become a little soft. Probably because I’m no longer in the position of chief samurai.

Barbara and I didn’t talk about politics or Francis, we talked about events and dishes on the journey. In that story I was surprised to hear that she had written a book.

“I’m ashamed to say that I’ve put together a summary of the way Zacharias taught me how to serve. Because it would be a shame to monopolize what you taught us in the corner by ourselves…”

When asked in detail, he wrote up a book summarizing his thoughts as a samurai, “Samurai’s Heart – Instructional Book Foo a Lady’s Maid,” which was published by Uncle Borderline using hard copy printing.

“I thought you could write it well even when you saw it. In Imperial Capital, they sell it to fly around those who work in aristocratic mansions.”

“Did I tell you something?” I asked Barbara.

“Yeah, you taught me a lot. I’m here because Master Zacharias taught me.”

My memory is as good as my knowledge of how to serve and how to drink, and I don’t remember teaching a samurai such a great deal. I just don’t think she needs to deny it if that’s what she thinks.

After a stay of about an hour, head from Wellburn Castle to the Wellburn branch of the Blacksmith Guild.

Once in the branch, we are still somehow surrounded by many Dwarves here.

“Well done! Sieg Scotch!” The voice hangs over and over.

“You know exactly what’s coming,” he said to branch manager Degenhardt Grabsch.

“I heard you went into the castle. I called everyone in a hurry. Of course, Johnny and the others are calling from McKellan Village.”

The village of McKellan is a rural area near Welburn, where the distillery was built. Jonathan Water, who also came to the village of Rasmore, divides five distilleries as the person in charge.

“It’s been a while,” Johnny said, calling from among the Dwarves.

The look is more confident than before, but this is because the distillery is doing well.

“I’m glad it seems to be going well. The Hogshead non peat I drank at last year’s Dwarf Festival was excellent……”

Scotch from the Welburn branch has won the grand prize in the distilled liquor division of the Dwarf Festival last July. There was a nuance of vanilla and dried fruit that was added from malty sweetness and oak barrels among the three years and the young but powerful, so well done that Scott, head of distillation in the village of Rasmore, had a sense of crisis.

“Oh, thank you! I feel innumerable when you say that to Master Zacharias…”

At the end of the day, I’m extremely impressed and speechless.

“It’s a banquet first! Look, why don’t you guys sit down soon!” and Dagenhardt partitions.

The banquet, as usual, was very exciting.

The next day, we visit the village of McKellan and tour the five distilleries. Johnny was just managing, and there was no other way.

On that day, a small banquet was held at the Borderline House.

Exactly the samurai had also been replaced, with only a few faces I found out, but still showed brilliant service.

May 8. Set off for the meadows.

Uncle Borderline and the Dwarves told me to stay a little longer.

“Netherton and Fortis are making new booze. I need to know what happened.”

“Sounds like Zach,” Dagenhardt told me, leaving for the south with the Dwarves laughing.