How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 191: The Angel’s Share (2)
Of course, the Scottish people are still trying to adapt to the climate and environment of North America, so they haven't quite got the hang of making alcohol yet.
Although they haven't been here long, so the whiskey aging hasn't even reached 3 years yet.
There was one thing that allowed me to be satisfied enough.
'I have plenty of time.'
In as little as 10 years, or at least 30 years, something good should come out.
Plus, the casks (oak barrels) that held fortified wine are directly shipped from Chesapeake, how great is that?
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There's no tax imposed on brewing alcohol here (ah, we didn't have taxes in the first place), so Scottish people don't need to secretly brew alcohol to avoid taxes.
Of course, they don't have proper distillation techniques yet, and they don't know that whiskey aged in casks for years tastes good. But that's exactly what I can overcome with my future cheat!
I've already ordered the Scottish people that all whiskey must be aged in casks for at least 3 years, so they will mostly follow it.
Mmm... thanks to me, the world's alcohol culture takes another big step forward.
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"Why did 'He' tell us to store whiskey for a long time?"
"...Because there's not enough 'Angel's Share'?"
Angel's Share.
A term metaphorically referring to the whiskey that evaporates during barrel aging.
"..."
"..."
'Was that really taken by angels...?'
A strange legend spreads among the Scottish people in Virginia.
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Anyway.
Even after mixing whiskey and wine the day before, I could wake up refreshingly. It's been over 10 years since I last felt a hangover.
Looking at the clock, I still had time.
'Then let's go check it out.'
When I started the Porter, dozens of birds sitting on a nearby pond took flight simultaneously. Watching that spectacle, I opened the catalog.
The 'Immortal Order' series is originally an open-world action-adventure RPG. And as is common with such open-world games, one of the main contents is sightseeing.
Especially Fansuku Software's open-world games are famous for their map design that allows players to naturally enjoy the scenery while climbing nearby highlands to reveal the map.
'So, there's this.'
Flip, flip.
'Beautiful natural landscapes throughout North America, including Virginia.'
Here it is.
Although I've read this catalog dozens of times, I've hardly ever looked at this part until now. Why?
...Why indeed.
Where would I have found time to wander around scenic spots like some leisure-seeking immortal?
Until now, I've been incredibly busy farming, handling administrative work, stopping fights between natives, preventing sectarian conflicts among Christians, escaping near-burning at the stake, preparing for plague outbreaks in London...
Anyway, I've been insanely busy.
But not anymore.
I don't know what will happen later, but right now everything is stable.
Minor conflicts are resolved in parliament, and even smaller matters are handled by each community.
Administrative work is shared between me and the apostles, each with their own responsibilities, and there are dozens of support staff as well.
I no longer need to farm alone, struggling with a tractor. Now we have more than 20 tractors, so it won't be a critical problem if I'm missing.
That's right.
As the community grows, my free time increases.
As the community grows, the only thing left for me to do is make major decisions.
It's like how a village headman of a few hundred people can be as busy as the president of Japan, even though Japan is tens of thousands of times larger than the village.
My work will probably continue to decrease.
That's the right and desirable direction.
Even though I've insisted that my will is not God's will, I still have religious authority incomparable to ordinary humans.
But in the end, I'm just a human who lives long, has infinite resources, and has foresight and universal translation abilities, not a god or angel.
...Of course, summarizing it like this makes me sound very angel-like.
Still, I'm not omnipotent, am I?
It would be best for everyone if my interventions are minimized going forward.
...
...
This is absolutely not because I want some rest.
It's not because after frantically working for about 10 years, I no longer want any power.
It's not because after being stabbed and going through various ordeals, I want to minimize being at the forefront.
Vroom!
Look. Even today, I'm tirelessly inspecting the community's territory for the sake of the community, aren't I? And without any attendants or servants.
Just look at how diligently I work.
"Oh, there's a migratory bird habitat nearby. I should stop by."
Vroom!
...This is all part of following an optimal route. It's definitely not tourism.
"Ooh... according to the original game story, the final battle between secret societies takes place here?"
I just took a small detour.
Taking these short breaks to recharge is necessary to maintain work efficiency...
Anyway.
"Current location is... around here."
Rustle. Rustle.
The positions of rivers and various terrain features can change at any time. I corrected the errors in my map while driving along the river, and.
Screech!
Soon I discovered it.
"Nothing grows there..."
An undeveloped phosphate rock mine.
The reason I came to this area in the first place was to confirm its location. I compared the catalog map, my 21st century map, and the location I just confirmed to gauge the accuracy of each.
A stream flowed right beside it, and with phosphate components dissolving and flowing down the stream, the riverbank was completely exposed soil.
Nothing grows because there are too many nutrients.
...This is really absurd.
It's a mine.
Even in kanji, the word "mine" is written with characters meaning "mineral" and "mountain"... but this isn't a mountain?
And phosphate rocks are just scattered on the ground? Just need to remove a little soil and that's it?
...
...
North America really is a land blessed by God to create a superpower.
Damn, why is the world so unfair?
Some people live in countries where 70% of the territory is mountains, unable to even imagine forests or mines on flat land.
Here, mines are just scattered across flatlands. And phosphate rock at that.
Feeling a bit of psychological deprivation(?), I sighed and drove along the valley where the stream ran. If I continue, surely nearby...
"There! That's 'the carriage'!"
There it is.
I heard murmuring sounds, and soon people rushed towards me. I immediately turned off the engine, got out of the car, and checked the scene before my eyes.
This is a new village near Pamlico Bay.
A village where Scottish people who came after the Queen's exile and Spanish people who surrendered after the last battle live.
Red-toned cabins made of wood and brick are scattered around the valley, and at the center, there's a building with a tall chimney...
That's not a church but a whiskey distillery. These people built the distillery before a church.
'Since I don't tax them... they're really going for it.'
Although I subtly encouraged it, it's an impressive scale. Smoke continuously rising above it showed it was still operating.
The village has only been established for 1-2 years, and yet it's already at that level.
The villagers soon surrounded me and began taking me to the village. I was exhausted from responding to each of their welcoming greetings with a smile.
Half-pushed by the smiling and cheering people, when I reached the entrance of the village, I saw a warehouse.
As its door opened and closed, I could see dozens of oak barrels stacked inside.
