Elder’s visit (2)

"It's the same this time, but it's a different drink. "I wonder if you can feel the difference."

As expected, by provoking me.

Then Medidana took the drink in her hand with an expression that asked what the hell that meant. He then pours whiskey into her mouth with an expression as if he is possessed.

The elder's face changes every moment. What can I say about this face? It's a face that I don't want to admit, but I can't help but admit it. The face looks like it's going to die because the taste of alcohol is so amazing.

It is a face that mixes two beliefs.

Lulin saw this and gently put his hand on the whiskey bottle. It is the black dragon's instinct to crave alcohol. I mercilessly slapped the back of his hand away.

"sick!"

I looked at him with an unfair face and started threatening him.

"This is not possible. If you put this in your mouth, it will really kick you out. "It's so toxic that it really shouldn't be done, at least not in the current situation."

Lulin looked at the bottle with regretful eyes. I guess I'll have to hide it. I can't even imagine what kind of injection I'll get after eating this.

I can't show you yelling at me while we're having a serious conversation.

Meanwhile, Medidana savored the taste of the alcohol and emptied the glass. She has a happy face.

Every time you pass it down your throat, the delicate scent will spread, and you won't be able to overcome it.

I took out my last weapon. A whiskey aged for the longest period of time in the best oak barrels in the whiskey industry.

Yes, it is an item that has a maturation period of over 70 years. Of course the price is expensive. Very expensive.

It is an item that exceeds the price of a normal car.

Of course, when you summon an item in modern times, you don't get it for free. Should we call it the law of equivalent exchange?

There is a price to pay. At the same time as summoning, a gold nugget worth that amount is pushed in. It's a gold bar in my treasure.

The gold far exceeds the price of the item, so it would be sufficient compensation.

"This is the last time."

I poured whiskey into a new glass again. That brown color is so beautiful. The brown beauty that oozes out of the oak barrel cannot be compared to that of a 30-year-old barrel. Compared to this liquor, 30-year-old liquor is nothing.

"The last thing is more than that drink just now… ?"

Medidana looked at me with an expression of disbelief. Her voice was trembling. The voice of a 3,000 year old ancient dragon is trembling.

I guess I won the pride battle.

Medidana understood the meaning of my expression, but she put her hand to the glass with a flushed face, as if she couldn't stop eating.

The liquor that flows into the dragon's mouth slowly flows down its throat. After taking a sip, the dragon lost consciousness for a moment.

I fell silent as I savored the drink, rolling it around in my mouth.

There was a moment of silence, and the dragon poured whiskey down his throat as if it was a waste and muttered.

"This… It's like a spring breeze with the scent of flowers, yet soft... It's rich yet refreshing… Good, good... ."

The spirit, which has become mild after being aged for a long time, will spread a fruity scent like a spring breeze every time you pass it down your throat, leaving a very deep flavor and lingering scent like chocolate.

The dragon didn't say anything after its muttering. He just stares blankly into his glass.

Then, after a while, he hit himself hard on the cheek.

But this is a summon item. An item that is so rare that it cannot be summoned in large quantities.

One of my small wishes is to make my own aged liquor in this world. Anyway, distilled alcohol exists, so it's not that difficult of a problem. It's just a matter of maturation.

The prerequisite is to find trees that surpass oak and make oak barrels.

New oak barrels, not oak.

Because there is no tree of the same type as the oak tree in this world.

The Black Dragon in front of you now confirms that aged distilled spirits can survive in this world.

So, a tree similar to or superior to an oak tree. And all you need is magic. I can now spread aged liquor with my own hands.

If successful, a lot of money will come in.

"That's the end of that drink. Even if I want to give you more, I can't. It's okay today, but next time you come, we'll give you a deeper taste. How about putting off the added fun until later and just heading home? "It means I hope you don't play pranks on Rurin."

At my words, Blade Dragon raised his eyes and said.

"There is a better alcohol than this… . "Human, how on earth was this alcohol made?"

"Well, it's about aging, but it's my secret recipe, so I can't explain it any further."

"It's ripening… Because it's ripe… Ha ha ha ha ha! I have to admit it. "This drink was definitely the best I've ever had."

The dragon smiled widely and then came out again and looked around at Lurin.

"But. "This and the purpose of my coming here are separate things."

I knew it would happen. These damn dragons are always so self-centered. Although he was surprised by the taste of the alcohol, he didn't seem to have forgotten his purpose. However, it was true that the momentum had calmed down a bit. Should I be satisfied with just that?

"What is the purpose? "I treated you well, so now you can tell me, right?"

At my words, Medidana withdrew her smile and opened her mouth with a serious face. The expression on his face says that the joke ends here.

"I clearly remember the promise I made to entrust Rurin to you. At that time, I had no choice because I was pushed by your threats. But."

"but?"

"There is a problem."

"Problem?"

"A promise is a promise, so there is nothing you can do about it, but there are rules of the dragon clan that can offset that promise. Breaking this rule means dealing with the entire Black Dragon clan! "If it's a black dragon, no one can avoid it."

It looks like he found an excuse to break his promise to me and take Rurin away.

"What kind of rule is that?"

Even Lulin tilts his head as if he has no idea.

"The age at which a dragon is recognized as an adult is 800 years old. However, if you do not have a Dragon Lair even by the year you turn 800, you cannot be recognized as an independent being. Because it means nothing has been done for 800 years. Lurin was using her dead mother's rare, but that rare was probably destroyed by the Red Dragon guys in the last war. "Until you are recognized as an independent entity according to the rules, you will have to stay in Bloon as a member of the clan!"

Bloon refers to a place deep in the world where black dragons who are approaching death leave the Rare and live together. It is like a sacred place. Are you planning to drag Lurin to that place now?

They do whatever they want.

"I'll say it again, the rules of the dragon clan must be followed as long as you are born as a black dragon. This means that if you want to be with Lurin as we promised, you must have a rare. So, unless you have a rare item, you should send it back immediately. Or will you choose war with our Black Dragon clan?"

This is a ridiculous rule. The elder lightly ignored my expression, which was probably rotting, and opened her mouth towards Rurin.

"Lurin, you've probably heard that too, right? "So, you can't say anything right now and your hands are shaking."

"Elder, but! "Me, this is my rare!"

"Are you going to call a place rare where a dragon's body doesn't even fit?"

"Ugh. you… ."

Lulin looked at me with a puzzled face. She shakes her head vigorously. She meant she didn't want to go. As she said, she never wanted to return to her clan again. What she always said at the end was her conclusion that she wanted to live with me.

It is her habit to say that she will stay with me until I die.

She said she was severely bullied because of her parents' work.

In many ways, I have no intention of letting go of Lulin. I can't stand Lurin disappearing.

Because she has become a part of my life.

But this damn Black Dragon clan. How can you shamelessly bring up old rules?

Whenever they ask me for help and promise to give anything.

Anyway, it's funny that humans aren't the only ones whose attitude completely changes between before and after going to the bathroom.

"What should we do, human? Are you going to fight us? or not?"

The elder looked at me with a sly face. In the end, there is only one answer.

"Well, that's good. "Isn't it enough to make it rare?"

The elder smiled strangely at my words.

"You want to make it rare?"

"yes."

"There is still time before Rurin becomes an adult."

"Yes, that's right. It's one year. "Human, are you really going to make a rare in just one year?"

"Because I received the Dragon Lord's treasure. "There are enough treasures to fill the rares."

"Hoo?"

The elder looks interested. I don't want to repay that interest. I have no intention of leaving here.

"But, I can't leave here. So, I plan to make the bottom of this hill rare."

"you… Really? Are you really making it rare?"

Rurin looked at me with a blank face.

"Yes, if I leave you to make it alone, it may take hundreds of years to collect the treasure from the beginning. There's nothing you can do to avoid being dragged away, right? "It might be something that wasn't planned."

"really? "Really?"

Lulin's face, which had been dying at the thought of being dragged away, began to bloom.

If a dragon rare contains no treasure, it is not recognized as a rare. The dragon's love for treasure began from there.

"Yes, I make it. My wealth and connections. And we'll use all of our magic to dig up the entire hill below where the restaurant is located and create a rare enough space to fit your original body. "I'm thinking of making the house a little bigger."

If we compare the hill where the restaurant is to a pancake. The inside of that bun. The idea is to dig out all the red bean parts, protect them from collapsing with a magic barrier, and then make them rare. Because the hill where the restaurant is located is of that size.

"Can you really make it in one year?"

"My magic and Lurin's magic. And if you have treasure, there's nothing you can't do. "The promise I made to the elder is a promise, but the promise I made to Rurin is also important, so I cannot return it."

"Such a situation is none of my business. But rules are rules. It's true that according to the rules, there is definitely a year to spare. If I'm going to make it, it has to be a rare item that I approve of. Responsible for causing the death of Rurin's mother. Since I couldn't even protect the rare she left behind, I'll have to make it again. And once the rare is completed, I will declare this area as Lurin's territory."

The elder said that and jumped up from his seat. The way he stood up looked exactly like Lulin.

"I'll taste that drink again a year later when I come back to check the rare."

The elder left only those words and disappeared through teleportation without giving anyone time to respond. As she looked at that scene, her sense of discomfort exploded.

I feel a contradiction. Obviously, the elder said, "We'll have to make it again."

Is this it?

I feel sorry for Lulin who doesn't have any rares. So she needs to make it rare, but she can't be bothered to do it herself. So what if you showed up to take advantage of me and my treasure? She cited rules.

Was he attacked by a 3,000-year-old snake? No, it's not a serpent, it's a dragon that evolved from a serpent.

It seemed like I was hooked.

I saw Lulin. What is so exciting is making me laugh out loud. No, it would be exciting.

"If I build a lair under this land, will you also be living in my lair?"

Judging by what he said, it was the elder's sole crime.

But no matter what, the important thing is the restaurant.

It's okay if I dig a tunnel as a pastime when I'm free, and it's okay if I move my treasure to a rare place. Still, my mouth was open. equation.