Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

Two years passed and it was May of 312 years of Tria history.

When I was ten years old, besides swordsmanship and magic, I also developed scout-based skills, and my actions with the hunters stopped me from getting stuck.

The swordsman level is sixteen and the swordsmanship skill level is twenty-three, but more than that, sign perception and secrecy have risen to twenty.

Only two years, but once every two days he's in the woods, so he seems to have risen to a level where he can live as a hunter at once.

Davi, the son of Rob, the hunter I train with, but he's both at level thirteen, but he's pretty dented for being pulled away by me.

Magic has also reached a level where the wind attribute exceeds level twenty-three and the apprenticeship level and is said to be for one person.

She was also about a hundred and fifty cm tall and much older.

The happiest thing about being this tall is that when I talk to Liddy, she stopped giving in to me.

Still, I'm glad that she's more than 10 cm taller, but still somehow she seemed to be able to reciprocate that she could no longer be bent forward to treat her child.

Zach Cartel's situation, but Mel is pushing up more swordsmanship arms, Swordsman Level XVII, Swordsmanship Skill Level XXIV, and past me.

Still, I've never lost a mock fight to see if I have a low level of dodging skills, but at eleven, I've reached a level without a general soldier.

And I'm gradually starting to look feminine, and sometimes I'm unintentionally thrilled that I'm not a childhood hobby (Lorikon), for example, about how to lift my forehead.

Dan was focused on swordsmanship, bowing and even walking in the woods.

He has reached Swordsman Level XII, Swordsmanship Skill Level XV, Archer Level VII, and Archery Skill Level X. Further, signs perception and covert skills have been slightly improved, and I'm happy to be a scout like his father, Guy Jakes.

He also grew tall and was already over one hundred and sixty cm. With his forged skinny body and serious personality, he gathers the gaze of the same generation of girls in the village.

Sharon continued to take Liddy's personal classes. From Liddy's standpoint, Wind Attribute Magic has reached a graduate-like level in the School of Magic - about level fifteen. Even fire attribute magic starts to show brilliant attack magic, and if it's pure attack power, it's second only to mine.

The swordsmanship that Liddy began to learn is also steadily rising to Swordsman Level IV and Swordsmanship Skill Level V.

With more training out there, the white skin remains clean as usual, and the figure with three thin blondes knitted looks like a doll.

My brother Rodrick, but he gets a letter about once every three months and keeps me posted.

He was promoted to a squire last summer and was assigned to a fort at the foot of the Porta Mountains, east of the Raswell Frontier Uncle Territory. The land was full of demons, and it was written in a letter that every day I went into the mountains and hunted demons.

I didn't write about the level in the letter, but I can see confidence from every piece of the text and it seems to be up quite a bit.

My brothers, but my twins Theophilus and Seraphine are five years old and they are both starting to train in swordsmanship. I also looked into the magic talent, but unfortunately the two of us didn't have the talent.

I thought I didn't have to train in swordsmanship until my sister Seraphine, but when I asked, she saw Mel and was motivated.

Still, I don't know how talented I am because I'm just getting started, but I think I have some talent when I think of my brother.

My sister was born a year and a half ago in October.

Her name is Sophia. She's a vibrant girl.

He has clear eyes and should always be beautiful in the future.

In addition to Sofia, children are born in the houses of the squire, and Kanga Hill is filled with the voices of small children.

The situation in the village of Rasmore, but the success of composting and lettering farmers to keep a production diary has increased production efficiency.

Wheeled farming continues, but in some fields under good conditions, wheeled farming is stopped and made exclusively for root vegetables. There is also the introduction of a roundabout weight, which has also begun to open in the meadows south of Kanga Hill.

As for the infant mortality rate, five years ago, when I wanted to start reform, there were more than 30%, but it has now fallen to about 10%. I want to think that thorough hygiene management has done its job, but I don't really know what it is.

This other period of post-partum puerperium, that is, about two months of mortality from childbirth, has declined. I think it is significant that this has thoroughly managed hygiene during childbirth. This reduced risk has led to a baby boom in the village of Rasmore, where the number of births, which was about thirty per year, has risen to about forty.

With a further drop in infant mortality, the population of the village of Rasmore exceeds five hundred and fifty, an increase of about ten percent compared to five years ago.

Regarding education, however, due to the increase in the number of children under five years of age, a school was built that combines nurseries.

This was done by his squire, Nicholas Garland, who worked quite aggressively on his father, almost on his own. I'm busy training myself, to the point where I gave advice when asked for my opinion.

The school is a wooden two-story building, built on the western slope of Kanga Hill. It's a little inconvenient for the kids living in South Hill, because I advised them that they should be installed on the safest museum hill because I can use it for emergency evacuation.

Although classes have only been given between farming tasks, they are also used in place of nurseries during the agricultural breeding season, and little children are often seen rushing around the meadows of Kanga Hill.

The principal is Nicholas, the teacher is his wife Kate and daughter Gene, and Liddy has a face sometimes as a special lecturer.

The liquor production is going well.

The distiller was updated from the early small to the large, and a further distillery was being built.

Scott, the person responsible, has five full-time staff and a considerable amount of production.

The village of Rasmore is no longer enough for raw materials and has bought them from nearby villages. I can't just buy out a lot of wheat, but I buy quite a bit of wine and its squeezing.

We are now also providing agricultural guidance to nearby villages for a stable supply of wheat.

As for the sale, I'm just shipping the “Scotch” I put to bed for three years in a smaller barrel - a quarter-barrel class of just over a hundred litres - for Ars, king's capital in the Kingdom of Cohm.

I had intended to put them to sleep in large barrels, but they needed to be shipped early and aimed at early maturation in smaller barrels.

I didn't originally want to sell barrels, but I had to sell them in barrels because the Dwarves who live in Ars have contacted me many times.

Because of that, the Dwarves hire a specialist transporter for transportation and come and get it to the village. For this reason, it is not necessary to consider the risks and costs of transport.

It is also a good source of income because it buys it for about 1,000 C (Krona) per barrel (= one million yen) at the storage price.

For the record, the transporter has about twenty armed mercenaries on escort, and the Dwarves' obsession with unparalleled liquor can be seen.

Ask the Dwarf blacksmith Beltram who lives in this village about it, and apparently Scotch is booming among the blacksmiths.

"In Ars,“ Scotch ”is a testament to a leading blacksmith. Whatever, a cup is 20C. Fifty times more expensive than ale."

Beltram's story says that amongst the blacksmiths in Ars, the insanity is being developed that only a leading blacksmith can drink scotch. I guess I do have to earn money to drink fancy liquor, but they say it's more like a kind of status than a gold issue.

Well, if you say a glass, it's not a shot (= 60cc), it's a jock (= one pint = five hundred and sixty-eight cc), so if you think it's a bottle keep, maybe even 20c = 20,000 yen isn't that expensive.

Seems a little subtle to me.

I wonder if it is a way to drink Scotch in the first place. As for those who made it, I want them to taste it carefully and drink it.

That said, Scotch in the village of Rasmore is being recognised as a Dwarf alcoholic beverage, and we can say that it has been successfully specialized.

Regarding diet, however, I was asked to improve the stone molars that grind the flour so that I could have a fairly fine flour.

I'm not making a big deal out of it when I say improvements. I just asked the head of the waterwheel cabin to grind it fine.

When I heard the story, I just didn't need to grind it finely until now, and with a few hands on it, fine powder was easy. Because fine flour is difficult to store and transport, there was no demand.

I had the bread baked with that fine flour and I could make quality bread.

About the bread, too, it's not my feat because I only told my maid chief Molly the image to make it.

The method of “smoking” was further spread to the village.

Although I know how to smoke, I never did it in Japan.

So in an attempt to make something bacon-like, I finely crushed the cherry branches I picked up on my way home from the hunt and smoked salted pork belly in a large crate.

The temperature seemed a little high and it didn't go so well, but I tried cooking to get my family's opinion.

I thickly sliced the bacon broth, stir-fried it in a frying pan with chopped boiled potatoes and onions, and tried to make something Germanic potato-like.

There is no accent on the flavor because there is no pepper, but when I put it on the knob, this seems to have been pretty much received by my father and grandfather.

It was also very popular with other families when used for vegetable soup stock.

My father told me to give him what he wrote about how to smoke to the owner of the "Black Pond (Black Ruff)" pavilion, the only liquor store in the village. This seemed very popular, and less than six months later, smoking spread all at once.

Smoking is now applied not only to the meat, but also to the mass and ivana caught in the black pond, which is now the specialty dish of the black pond pavilion.

As for beekeeping, bee winterization has also worked well, and honey is now available in a stable manner. I left beekeeping to a young man named Pat, a former hunter, but in the beginning, he was stabbed by a bee, and he couldn't take the honey well, and he always spilled it wanting to stop.

Nicholas overheard my knowledge and managed to take four years and beekeeping was on track.

However, he thinks it is not strange whenever it is wiped out because there are problems with diseases and parasites, so he thinks that honey should only be consumed by the village.

When you tell Nicholas about it,

"Honey is also in demand in Kilnarek, so we want to make it a little bigger. Can you leave this place to me?"

Nicholas seems to be constantly researching trends in the surrounding city, Kilnarek, or consumer land.

The words I used to say, "Without demand, you can't sell no matter how good you make it. We should always see if there is a demand" need "when doing something new".

As for beekeeping, it was left to Nicholas, as usual.

Tomorrow, May 25th is my birthday.

This year marks the tenth birthday, which is said to be a milestone.

I was going to make a suggestion to my parents and grandfather today.

Yes, I'm leaving this village.