Dream Life - 505 Episode 45

Three months after returning to the village, the days of tranquillity continue compared to when I traveled around the world.

After returning to the village, he reported back to his family and key ministers about things in Jilsall and the meadows. My fathers seemed to anticipate it to some extent, too, because they sent out letters on a regular basis, but were puzzled by the magnitude of that scale.

After I finished telling you everything, my father has checked on my behalf.

“That is. So Luna fights the God of Nothingness (Vanitas) to save the world with another summoner. And when the people of the meadows are the key…”

“Exactly.”

“He clearly told me not to get any more hands on you. If you show your hands, Luna and the others will be at a disadvantage.”

Nod loudly at that too.

“You can assume this is the end of everything that the gods have entrusted to you.”

“Probably. I just don’t know what Luna would think. For once, I’m asking Theo and the others to do it, so I think it’s okay, but there’s no denying the possibility of you relying on me. So you can’t say if it’s completely over yet.”

The only thing God told me to do is not to lay any more hands on me, which is not assumed if she has asked for help.

“You sure do. So, what do we do now?

“For the time being, I’m going to be in the village. Whatever it is, we have to hold a“ massive ”Dwarf Festival.”

That’s where my father puts his hand on the temple.

“How big should we think about that?

“Ulrich says Dwarf alone wants at least two thousand and five hundred people to accept it.”

My father is blind with his mouth open.

And after about five seconds, you’re back to sanity, “Two thousand and five hundred…” he mutters.

“It’s at least (…) two thousand and five hundred. Perhaps three thousand will come…”

“I don’t know what will happen to the world, but without their help the Luna’s actions should have been greatly restricted. I understand that, and I appreciate it. But can you accept three thousand dwarves…”

My father also wants to convey his thanks to the Dwarves, but he doesn’t seem to be able to turn his head on too many people.

“We’ll have to do something about Kanga Hill and the surrounding meadows. The only way to stay is to get the villagers to help us, and if they still can’t, they’ll have to camp.”

“What do you do with booze? Three thousand dwarves can secure enough to drink?

“I’ll leave that to the Blacksmith Guild. Ulrich also gave instructions to each branch to bring alcohol, so I think that’s all right.”

As I told my father, I’m not too worried about booze.

The Slayside distillery in Ars and the McKellan distillery in Welburn produce more than the three distilleries in the village of Rasmore, and these two distilleries alone should be able to bring in more than thirty in a quarter barrel of about one hundred and twenty litres.

Many other barrels are also brought in from Imperial Plymouth, the Duchy of Ezarrington, and the commercial city of Aurelia.

The problem is beer and wine.

Transport is a problem, although it is a relatively cool time in late October.

Because this is far from the big city, the furthest Primus is more than a thousand kilometers away. For this reason, it takes more than two months to transport alcohol, which is “fresh food”, and has to be transported in the middle of summer.

I’m going to procure beer from Ars this time, but it’s not enough for as many as 3,000 dwarves to have five hundred barrels of two hundred liters in their opponents. The question is how to secure all that quantity.

Especially in the middle of summer, brewing is not possible outside cold areas. Pericritle, the nearest big city, is also relatively warm, so it cannot be sourced.

I have asked Katrina, Queen of the Kingdom of Kaum, who proposed this project, to procure beer, so only the number should be in order, but I remain concerned about the quality.

When I was thinking about that, my father thought something similar.

“It’s certainly a case where you have to be.”

And I’m convinced that I’m in our village.

After returning to the village, he also goes to greet the blacksmiths Beltram.

His wife Meena and her six-year-old son Duonis, Volker and Nora, who teach distillers at the Alliance’s training institute, and two couples, Lauderich and Marga, also welcomed him warmly.

After an exchange of greetings, Beltram laughed.

“My uncle called. We’re going to have a Dora Festival.”

Beltram’s uncle is Ulrich Drexler, the master craftsman. It seems that the circular is coming because Beltram also holds the position of guild as instructor of the training institute.

“They say a selection of officials from each branch will be here in September. They’re asking me to take care of that.”

Since the training institute has accommodation, it seems to stay here sleeping, but is caught by the term each branch.

“From each branch? I heard there were ten of them from headquarters.”

“I guess you decided that you couldn’t just support the headquarters. That’s all I’m in the mood for.”

“How many people have you heard are coming?

Beltram leaned his neck slightly and thought,

“You haven’t heard the numbers. I’m just telling you to vacate ten rooms. And then I think maybe four or fifty people will come.”

Looks like Ulrich cared about it because it meant a massive event. I’m relieved that if that’s all the officials will come, they’re going to figure it out.

“Well, if four (…) thousand Dwarves are coming, we’ll have no choice.”

That word says, “Ma, wait!” I screamed unexpectedly.

“Ulrich has said four thousand! I said at least two thousand and five hundred…”

“There were certainly four thousand in the circular. I’m talking about your uncle, so I’m guessing you think you can screw that much.”

He then immediately sent a letter to Ars, strongly informing him that he would not admit more than three thousand. In contrast, Ulrich returned a letter stating that he had accepted.

On second thought, I feel danced to the Queen’s measures.

I would have surprised you with the number of four thousand and targeted three thousand as a drop.

That happened, and the biggest Dwarf festival in history was confirmed on the scale of Dwarf Three Thousand.

Then I started getting ready.

We first secured the storage area for the liquor to be sent.

Even as it stands, there is an underground vault on the north slope of each hill, allowing nearly five hundred barrels to be stored. However, there is little room for storing additional barrels at this time of year, as large quantities are stored for consumption in the village.

The only way to do this is to expand the underground vault on each hill or create a new underground vault, but expanding the underground on the hill changes the permeability of rainwater in the fields on the hill and concerns about its impact on crops.

For this reason, he contemplated creating an underground vault under the meadow on the south side of Kanga Hill.

So far, there are no plans to develop meadows around Kanga Hill. This is because it is needed as a grazing ground for a growing number of frog horses. Of course, what is needed as an event space is also a major factor.

But there was a problem.

It reminded me that a sewer for Museum Hill runs through the middle of the meadow and I can’t build a massive underground vault.

For this reason, we will change our plans to create an underground warehouse under the forest west of the Finn River, which flows through the west side of the meadow.

If we dig the basement from the eastern side of the Finn River and create a basement under the forest, the effects on crops and wells can be prevented, and there is no interference with the sewers.

Also, good access to meadows makes it just right for an event vault.

He began digging the underground tunnel in mid-July, creating an underground space about 100 meters square and four meters high. Just in case, it builds struts at twenty metres apart, petrifying walls, floors and ceilings with the magic of stone making (stone creating), so it doesn’t even look like an underground parking lot.

It was completed in mid-September, but there were some problems.

The depth was first set to about ten meters in order to reduce the impact on the forest. It is about a hundred meters long from the eastern entrance of the Finn River, but the slope is tight to carry heavy goods due to its inclination of about ten percent.

I responded by making demonic props there.

Ray Arklight’s analysis of the magic team created a trolley using a highly efficient weight loss magic team.

The trolley used rugged Ars steel for the frame and also used demonic leather tires in the carriage.

In addition, the Magic Formation’s Demonic Crystal Stone uses a luxurious secondary equivalent, allowing it to run for a long time.

I made five of these, but I was impressed by the bewildered look of Beltram carving the magic formation.

“I feel like a waste of technology and money…… more handles won’t even carry it”

It does cost about five thousand kronas a car, five million yen, so it would be a luxury category as a trolley. But I think this is absolutely necessary.

“Three thousand Dwarves are coming. How many barrels do you think you have to serve in an hour?”

“How much what? I can’t imagine.”

It’s weirder to be able to assume that this is the first Dwarf festival of this magnitude.

In my case, I couldn’t say that, so I was considering Sharon.

“Probably, but not a hundred an hour. It’s not even twice as strange. The aisle was made wide, but if the number of people is large, it is difficult to get around. We’ll never make it unless we narrow down the numbers and carry them efficiently.”

In my words, “Oh, well. Then you have no choice.” He shook the hammer silently after he said.

This trolley, but boasts enough performance to carry even five large barrels containing five hundred litres, even in steeply sloping underground tunnels.

The underground tunnel is about four meters wide and different enough, and since we have devised a lifting machine for switching to a trolley for the flat ground at the exit of the warehouse, we are treading that with five units we can handle it in piston transport.

Other problems, but the fact that they were made underground prevented them from draining naturally. As a result, a hand pressing pump is installed, but frequent drainage is necessary and very annoying to cool with ice.

I haven’t installed it yet, but I’m thinking about installing a temperature-adjusted magic prop utilizing Ray Arklight’s magic formation. I intend to attach this to castles and houses in the future.

There were other ventilation problems, but this is solved by installing the same ventilator used in the blacksmith.

In October, carriages loaded with barrels began to arrive in the village every day. Nearly thirty barrels were sent in, but the type and quality of scratches from all over it were too small to manage.

I leave this to the officials who have been seconded by the Alliance.

Preparation for the festival is not the only thing I did during this period.

I’m doing a validation on the Ray Arklight magic formation I saw in Ars.

The first thing I did was draw magic formations on people who can’t use magic to verify that magic can be used.

I got more than fifty people to try on this. But no one has succeeded. Liddy, who can see the Spirit, has also confirmed it, but he said the Spirits hardly responded.

“It’s not like I haven’t noticed, but maybe I feel confused. Maybe you don’t know what to do.”

The next experiment was also conducted to send the Spirit’s power to the operator.

And it has amazing results.

First, I dug a hole with dirt attribute magic while I checked my magic usage. By the way, this hole is for a new storage unit.

At that time, I measured the speed at which I was digging and confirmed the effect of transferring the power of the Spirit to me through the Magic Formation.

It is easier to check if the number of people is higher, but in order to be cautious, it is carried out by a small group of ten people.

As a result, the speed at which the holes were made increased by roughly 60% when done alone. The experiments were then carried out with a further increase in the number of people.

If we went with thirty, we would quadruple it, a simple calculation, but with the result of efficiency gains of about five percent per capita.

This would make it a hundred and thirty times more possible. Of course, when more than a certain amount of Spirit power is poured out, there will be a cap because the surgeon’s body won’t hold, and if you leave the surgeon, efficiency will fall, so it won’t go according to simple calculations.

But with this power, it could even work on the Ashtal of the Demon General (Ark Demon), who had no teeth at all before.

I asked my father for permission and, with thirty trusted vigilantes, I conducted an experiment in the mountains of Aquila. As a result, I was able to penetrate a rock about two meters in diameter with Lightning of Lucidus, the most powerful light attribute magic I have.

Until then, it was not possible to penetrate ten centimetres, but with the support of thirty people it was possible not only to extend the duration but also to penetrate the sturdy rock.

But it wasn’t without a price.

In the case of powerful magic, it was found that a great burden was placed on the operator who exercised it.

Not only does magic power (MP) drain at several times the normal rate, but it also physically reduces health (HP).

So much so that after finishing the magic, Beatrice accidentally greeted me and supported me.

“I somehow know you have less magic, but why do you even lose strength?

Sharon speaks the question.

“Probably, but I don’t think I can keep up with the magic I use to control it.”

“Is that the magic you use to control it? How can you lose strength if you don’t chase them?”

“It feels like magic is raging in my body for a minute I can’t control it with magic. By analogy, when you want to change the flow of water flowing through the plate, if the water is massive, the power to hold the plate is greater. If its water force is strong and cannot be controlled by a plate, it may feel close to hitting the body and taking damage”

A lot of magic is given to the Spirit through the operator, but it needs the control of the operator, such as the way and direction of the output. Turns out it takes a lot of magic to control that.

“You shouldn’t use this other than me. If you don’t see the amount of magic and strength left, your life is in danger.”

“No,” Liddy disagrees.

“You should think about situations where you can’t use them. ‘Cause I hate not being able to use it when I’m trying to help.”

Sharon agrees with that opinion.

“I agree with Lydia. We should see to what extent it’s okay for us to use it in times of need.”

Beatrice and Mel also agreed with the two of them.

In the end, the Liddies also conducted experiments. The two men narrowed their verification down to the “Great Storm” Tempest “of the good wind attribute magic.

As a result, it appears that up to twenty magic transfers have been set as the limit. Still about two or five times more powerful.

A series of experiments was successful, but the opportunity to use this would be for the Nothingness (Vanitas) himself to be his opponent.

The autumn also gradually deepened, because there is a victory festival, or the relatively peaceful autumn festival ended.

Half a month into October, Dan’s wife Elena realized.

Worried about the first birth, me and Liddy were at the Jakes family mansion where Dan lived as healers.

Camilla and Liddy, the healers who are the midwives, enter the room in the evening, but me and Dan, Guy’s men, have to wait outside the room.

A stingy amount of time passes.

Especially if Dan, who is present at the birth for the first time, can’t hide his anxiety, or is as restless as usual.

The night goes on, and before the date changes, the cries of a healthy baby echo the mansion.

Dan gets up to that cry, but wanders in front of the room because there is still no forgiveness.

I have this experience, too, so I watched without saying anything.

After about five minutes, Liddy came out. There’s a grin on that face, and the tension between us disappears.

“He’s a healthy boy. Elena is fine, too. Here, go for him.”

“Thank you,” Liddy said with a big bow of his head, walking into the room with a fast leg.

When I say “congratulations” to Guy sitting next to me,

“Now you’re saying I have a grandson too… Oh, thank you…”

It was surprising that Guy, who was always calm as a scourge, was talking in a distracted way. When I point that out, I smile bitterly as I scratch my head.

“I was in the woods when Dan (the guy) was there, and I went to Periclitle when Sharon was there… I was there when Eunice was there, but that was the birth rush, so I only got the impression that it was a bummer.”

“Surely Theo and the others were born before Eunice, and Lyle was born just before. I only have the impression that I was a bummer, too.”

After that, I pounded his shoulder,

“I’ll report it to your father. Look at my first grandson.”

Saying so, Guy said, “I will,” and walked into the room.

Dan’s son was named Leon.