Dream Life

In September, the harvest of barley, which is summer wheat, began.

In a golden wheat field, the villagers are sweating through the wheat pruning operations with a total family outing.

I heard about barley and there was something I wanted to try.

Yes, whiskey making.

Summer wheat in this village is mostly barley, just making the required amount of oats dedicated to livestock.

And without special circumstances - such as the lack of wheat - a considerable amount of barley turns into ale.

The brewery is located on the western side of Nishigaki Hill, along the Finn River, and produces wines, ales, and more.

I had a big plan for liquor lovers.

There is no distilled liquor in this world. At least they don't exist around here.

Asked Dwarf's Beltram, he said he didn't know about distilled liquor. If Dwarf, who has no eyes for booze, doesn't know, he shouldn't exist anywhere.

Then, as a specialty of this village, I wanted to make whiskey and brandy. Scotch malt whiskey, to be exact, and marl distilled liquor made from wine squeeze are candidates.

However, Marl doesn't expect much because he doesn't know how much wine to squeeze.

I used to drink Scotch and Marl in my previous life.

I went to a shop called MM, a bar specializing in Scotch in the port town of Kansai, for over fifteen years, and Marr bought some pretty good Domaine stuff. Personally, I'd prefer Fine distilled wine - typical of Cognac and Armagnac - but I was drinking marl because of the price.

And what's important is that distilled liquor makes it better to sleep. I can't tell you everything's going to be good, but it still takes too long to make it when I'm old enough to drink.

If I succeed when I am five, I will have twelve years at seventeen. And before I turn thirty, it's a dimension that twenty-two or three years old - personally, I have my favorite thing.

The barrel that was at Craig's of the woodworker was a wooden tree, or oak barrel. And the important barrel construction, from what I've seen, was also able to withstand long enough aging.

You have to serve something about three years younger to make it a specialty, but if you make sure I have enough to drink, there's no problem.

The problem is the distiller, but the logic is simple, and the blacksmith's beltram arm is fully trustworthy. Above all, he should be the best on board. Speaking of wanting me to make the tools to make the strongest and best liquor in the world, they will do it without one or two.

As long as you make things, you can do it later over here, so it won't affect any other work.

Even if the number increases in the future, two smaller ones would be sufficient for the first few years.

Fortunately, there are also prospects for installing pumps, later about caring for farm tools in idleness and caring for the weapons of vigilantes.

I want to build a distiller during this winter and manage to make distilled liquor an object.

To tell you the truth, it is honest that the toilet and soap achievements other than the pump are not fragrant and they want to do something else.

The toilet person has managed to turn it into something that looks like rot soil by mixing it with livestock objects, but there will be no results until after next year if this is to be used. If it fails, there is also the option of liquid fertilizer, but I am not sure this will succeed either.

My father also tells me that the installation plan depends on the results in the district where Gordon is located, so the current situation is that we can't move on to the next step until around next summer.

If you're soap, I don't feel like you could do it at all at the moment. Since the first phase made in June does not solidify after three months, it was determined to be a failure and incinerated.

The second phase, made in July, also remains a suspicious object of drool, kept at Nicholas' house.

The third issue stuff I made in August changes color only slightly and has the potential to do so, but I honestly don't expect much.

The ingredients are cheap - they don't like the beast fat very much in itself or cheap - so I can keep doing something about it, but I'm going to give up manufacturing if it's going to be a burden on Nicholas.

On the contrary, I'm pretty sure Nicholas and Kate are burning an extraordinary fighting spirit, a situation I can't tell you to stop from me. The two notes already exceed a hundred, and the quantities and other data have accumulated considerably.

I've been more concerned about that lately because of my misremembering and not letting it go to waste.

I have given various instructions for adding other products, replacing the raw materials of the ash juice, and adding another process, but I believe that if this does not succeed, there will be no way to giveup.

The story is off, but in this village, the price of brews to make in large quantities is cheap. Rather, most houses have barrels of ale because they are distributed according to the deliveries of raw materials.

When I first saw it, I wondered if there was only alcohol in this village, but in this village, which is suffering from the plague, I have been drinking ale instead of water since I was about ten years old.

September 20th. I went to Beltram's.

He was sharpening the vigilante's sword, so I sat beside him and started talking about the distiller.

By that time, my relationship with Beltram was feeling like a colleague or a comrade, and the way I spoke had changed from respectful to tame-mouthed.

"I want to make a tool to make delicious liquor..."

That's all I said, my sword grinding hand stops perfectly. And he stuffed me with, "Tell me more".

I will explain the distiller while I grin at the reaction as expected.

"You know alcohol is strong. There's a way to make that alcohol stronger..."

Upon inquiring about his reaction, he seemed to have a sensory understanding of alcohol, which prompted him immediately to go ahead.

"Boiling temperatures are different in water and alcohol. Take advantage of the difference and take out only alcohol. It's a tool..."

Take out the drawings you brought here and spread them before him.

He said, "What? Looks like you can't do it," he said, staring at the drawings with a frigid odor.

"Add low-alcohol liquor to this part. Thereafter, the temperature is adjusted well so that only the alcohol evaporates, as it boils more and more when heated from the bottom. Then, only alcohol can be removed from this elongated mouth."

"I'm not sure what it is, but what does that alcoholic booze taste like? It's boiled liquor. It doesn't look like it tastes good."

My “drinking switch” went on when I asked.

"I don't know what to say. If it's just something that made alcohol stronger...... yes, first comes the gutsy and tongue-burning irritation. Then there is the natural aroma of alcohol in the mouth… the unique aroma that goes out into the nose spreads. Afterwards, you have a throat-burning irritation that makes your stomach hot."

Bertram was listening to my explanation with a subtle look.

"Your explanation doesn't look delicious."

I laugh "naturally" there.

"I put this liquor to bed in a barrel. The best guy I've ever had was thirty-five years old. Fruit, nuts, herbs... all kinds of aromas and flavors are intricately intertwined... but none of them are mellow and intrusive. After a sip, I feel that the scent will spread everywhere. The scent lingered until the next day. Well, getting here is more of a work of art than booze."

"Thirty-five years," he groans and is out of line. I don't care.

"At least three years if you drink normally. My taste, by the way, was more than twelve years."

Then, a more detailed depiction of the fragrance is added.

"By putting him to sleep, he first smells like a barrel tree. That's just not balanced. When I put it to sleep further, it comes with a sweet fruity aroma, a refreshing aroma like vanilla, a gorgeous aroma like flowers, and an exciting aroma like spices. Why do you think it smells like this from a barrel of wood? But it doesn't smell that strong. Besides, if you put it to sleep, the flavor will melt..."

Every now and then, I'm gobbling my throat, listening to you eat into my description.

"It tastes better, but the young liquor only burns the tongue, but the liquor that you put to sleep and age changes in flavor in at least three stages. The moment you put your mouth on, the next moment you put it on your tongue, and the last moment you go through your throat. Give me different expressions at that moment... I don't need food if I want to drink it raw. Divide it with water and it will go well with the meal, but I preferred to just enjoy the liquor..."

I think I had distant eyes then. And in my mouth, the distinctive, peachy, thick fruity and vanilla flavors of Benliak - a single cask distilled in 1976 - were spreading the sweet, aromatic fragrance of Roland's Ladyburn twenty-three years without it now.

From the edge, I guess it's a surreal sight. What a trance a four-year-old looks like as he remembers the scent of Scotch.

But Beltram seemed different.

"I'm going to make that“ distiller "guy now! Come and see me every day! I'll finish it in ten days!

His eyes were burning.

Seems like you really want to drink to my words.

(That's Dwarf. You're drinking as temple suggests. I feel a little horrible about this temper, but if distillation fails...... maybe I lit a little too much...)

I felt a little drawn to Beltram's appearance, but as a drinker, I wasn't going to lose either.

"Okay. In the meantime, I want you to make it according to the drawings. To tell you the truth, the taste changes dramatically in the shape of this neck. So I want to make at least two, maybe four, if I can."

I was going to make a simple straight head of shape for now, then a lantern head, a ball type, and a T-shape.

"Say anything! Then I'll talk to Scott about the brewery. I've got a distiller. Explain it to him."

Scott is the head of the brewery along the Finn River, the man with the sole responsibility for brewing ales, beer and wine made in this village.

"It'll help. In the meantime, I'll be here tomorrow, so if you don't know anything, listen to me then."

I went back to the mansion, satisfied that the conversation had progressed at once.

The distiller was going to have a small one, about a meter in diameter, made as a prototype.

Because even as a knowledge, I don't think I can make it all of a sudden just out of the blue in this world with no thermometer or pressure gauge.

(If it works, we should be able to make it into a specialty. Fortunately, the Kaum kingdom, which has a lot of dwarves, is close, and the adventurer city of Periclitle, which is likely to consume a lot of alcohol, is not that far away. You don't need to spread your hands any further on the size of this village, and later you can brand it and go for the luxury route while making sure it can age for a long time)

As declared, Beltram made the distiller in ten days.

I thought I'd make a hassle out of it with the neck - the kind of bird's neck part that hits the outlet of the distiller - but I was incredibly light on whether it was an obsession with booze or my original strength.

(Speaking of magically pure copper plates, can you create a distiller out of the plates... don't make me want to go to Ars, the king capital of the Kaum kingdom, the city of craftsmen)

And on September 30th, the day before the fall harvest festival, tests were carried out in his workshop.

At first, only water will be added to check the temperature rise and steam generation.

When the steam starts to come out of the arm, it checks for any leaks of steam from around it.

There were no leaks, etc., and a near perfect form of distiller was complete.

"That's Beltram, perfect. After that, Nicholas remembers the temperature control, and if we can tell Scott that, we'll be fine."

Distillation should be important for temperature control. Without evaporating water, only the alcohol must be evaporated. To do this, it is necessary to keep about eighty degrees, the temperature at which the alcohol boils.

The absence of a thermometer and the inability to monitor the pressure caused the water to boil immediately in the beginning.

After trial and error, I came up with the way the steam came out and the sound of the cauldron.

Ask the belt ram to make iron bars with a diameter of five mm and a length of about one m, and listen to the sound while raising the temperature. As the temperature rises, the sound changes slightly, so let's make sure with our ears.

I somehow managed to grasp the temperature change as I did it several times. The rest is how much it changes with the actual material, but that's the only way to be sure after installing it.

At the end of the commissioning, I was asked when Beltram would install it.

Beltram was likely to take it today, but the villagers were busy preparing for the festival, and Scott, the source of the liquor, couldn't get his hands off it at all. When I told Beltram I was going to bring him in the day after the festival was over, he was dropping his shoulders disappointingly.

The day after the harvest festival, Beltram did not even make the festival feel tired, and had been sweating about transporting and installing distillers since morning. I get a little pulled by that tense figure.

Originally, as always, I was going to go from noon, but I lost the power (pressure) of Beltram and had to be present for installation in the morning.

Carrying him inside the village in a carriage of carriages exposes him to an intriguing gaze.

From time to time, I ask Beltram, "What are you doing, Dwarf's husband!," he says, "Well, look at that!," he just pokes his fist up confidently and keeps passing.

Nicholas, with me, looked somewhat troubled, walking after a beltram with a full grin.

Nicholas was entrusted with explaining to Scott, who had been lecturing him for a few days.

"The point is, we just take advantage of the difference between the boiling temperature of alcohol and water. You can think of it as one of the alchemies. The precaution to be taken when explaining to Scott is not to raise the temperature too much. Then it's just to cool it down properly. If you have any strange questions, tell them I'll look into it and come and ask."

Nicholas nodded with a similar look to giving up, saying it was the usual thing.

Scott's brewery was a facility where barley germination processes and malt drying for ale, as well as fermentation and filtration processes after the malt was crushed. There are other crushers and filters for wine.

As a result, there was no place to put the distiller, and it was decided to have the distiller placed in the warehouse where the ale and the like could be placed.

All the negotiations around here were conducted by Beltram, and I felt an unparalleled intention.

(If you can't have a good booze, what happens? You're going to be in trouble)

And Nicholas will explain the distiller to Scott.

I'm not sure about Scott, but if the lord had no choice but to start, he offered me the place half as if he'd given up.

Beltram and Nicholas will install the distiller.

The distiller body was installed in a warehouse where a barrel of ale was temporarily placed, and the chiller or condenser (condenser) could be air-cooled, but was made water-cooled to increase efficiency.

A condenser will be installed to make use of the water from the Finn River flowing along the side, but it was originally used for washing barrels, etc., so the water is drawn in, so it only took a simple modification to create a branch.

Exactly because the windows were modified to go through the chimney or branch the line of water, it was not over in one day and was left to Nicholas and Beltram.

The installation was going to take about three days, so I went back to the mansion with Nicholas.

This time, I made a distiller and thought:

I wonder how much modern knowledge I intend to spread to this world.

I like this world. No, I haven't seen anything but this village yet, so I might as well say I like this village.

Magic to beautiful scenery, rustic people and fantasy races.

Can we spread material civilization to that world, or destroy the culture of this world? And I was wondering if I could do environmental damage like Earth.

I'm not particularly constrained by environmental issues.

It is unfortunate that the people of this world destroy the environment with their own hands, but they think there is no choice. But I want to avoid being inspired by what I've created, which is a foreign molecule in this world.

Out of the question, the distiller I made this time, but structurally, I can say it's a prototype of a fire boiler.

If you turn on the turbine, raise the temperature and increase the pressure, steam energy can be removed.

If anyone comes up with a steam engine after looking at the distiller I made...

To be honest, I'm more worried about the technology I bring in than the crisis that God said I might visit in the hundreds of years.

I somehow remember how to make gunpowder.

As long as we create nitrous stones, we also know the ratio of sulphur to charcoal. I also have knowledge of how to make nitrous stones if that's how they were made in Japan.

But I'm not bringing gunpowder into this world. For example, to protect this village, even those who love it.

I also intend to limit the use of hydropower.

I am confident that the water wheel will be improved and a simple speed regulator will make it soon. Because a governor using centrifugal force is not that difficult.

If you stabilize the rpm, use it to start spinning, producing wool textiles, you will surely succeed.

If this is an extension of existing technology, one might say.

Still, I have hesitations.

I know I'm beautiful, too.

In fact, it's no exaggeration to say that distilled liquor was made for you.

The distiller itself should have been around since before the Middle Ages, even in the original world.

So I brought this technology called distillation into this world.

Still, I don't want to break the harmony of this world.

I want to figure out how to get richer, thinking about it, not getting on track if possible.