Ascendance of a Bookworm

Benno held me up and Benno opened his mouth just a little hard to say on the way to Simple Linshan's workshop.

"Hey, Mine. I mean the liquid that washes my hair..."

"Yes? What's wrong with 'Simple Lincian'?

"It's long and hard to say. There's no other way to put it?

Sure, for someone in this world, starting with Benno, who has no idea what it means just by the sound of the sound, it will be felt for a long time.

That means that, even if it is a commodity, it is a name that is difficult for the aristocrats to accept.

"Ahhh, I was just kidding Tulli, I just settled in, and it's okay to change anything, right?

"... Really?

I grinned and nodded at Benno blinking my eyes as I was surprised.

It began when I said appropriately that my head, which had always itched, was crisp and my hair, which had been crusty, was sagging and floating. Not particularly thoughtful.

"Yes, name it what you like"

"But when they say that, don't get in trouble"

Benno frowned more and thought.

I think it's pretty sensible to name new things. So that I might be of some help, I thought I was going to give a hint, and overlapped the words.

"It will be a product name. I think you should change it even though it's easy to say and understand. You know, words that mean more like gloss, cleansing, healing, than hair washing liquid, dirt removal, right?

"Uhm... mmm..."

Whenever I take my words, Benno's expression becomes more and more rugged and difficult. Maybe it turned out to be more of a pressure than a hint.

Lutz glanced lightly over his shoulder at Benno, who contemplated with a deep wrinkle carved between his eyebrows.

"I've been saying this for a long time, so I don't think it's okay if I'm a Kanychan Lincoln?

"Mine, put this another way, anything, no?

I turned this way so Benno could ask for help if I didn't see the right words.

I was settled in "Simple Lincian," so it doesn't immediately come to mind when I'm told otherwise. Although there are similar words, it doesn't make any difference that the meaning doesn't make sense in this world.

"Hmm? I can only think of about 'Rinse In Shampoo'?

"... do we need Lynn and Shan?

"No, not at all, for what Mr. Benno attaches..."

Benno said it was bumpy for a while, but it was decided with a phosphor whether he didn't have a firm name, fixed in his head with a simple phosphor, or decided from the sound of the second candidate I put out.

Huh? Is that really good for you?

Benno turns west on Central Square and walks away. I blinked my eyes when I thought it was on Craftsman Street because it was an oil squeezing workshop.

"Is there also a workshop on the west side? I thought it was on Craftsman Street."

"It was originally a food processing workshop. It's more convenient to be close to the West Gate, where the city stands, with lots of things coming and going."

"Merrill fruit is edible, too, isn't it? I've been using it exclusively for Lincoln lately..."

My head was really itchy, I wanted to wash it, and I didn't think Simple Lincian, who could make it up in a stuffed feather, was going to commercialize it at the time I made it.

At first, there was no rice broth, no seaweed, and I wondered what was wrong with it. As far as I could remember, I explored my memories with regard to hair washing and remembered articles on beauty solutions made from natural materials that were in magazines like that, whether it was natural life or naturalist life.

There was something in the article about putting powdered salt or orange skin in the vegetable oil as a scrub and washing the hair. There were various other things, such as foaming and packing the white body of the egg to the point where it stood, and handmade lotions made with plum and sake, but not necessary for the child's tuple skin. What was urgently needed was shampoo material.

...... it was hard until I took the oil though.

I wandered around the kitchen, looking for ingredients that looked like oil, and Merrill on the table looked like an avocado, so I thought I could get the oil out of this, but I didn't know Merrill's name at the time, and I couldn't even go pick it myself, my head itched, and it was hard.

At that time, my head itch was stuffed with cut wings, and I had no idea how hard it was to collect them in the woods, so I said a lot impossible to Thuri, which I think it would be by now.

Thanks to this, my head was refreshed, and I was able to get the saggy sausage hair and lead a clean life.

Thank you, Touri!

The workshop I was taken to Benno was like a large warehouse. As I heard it was a food processing workshop, there is a mixture of cluttered odors.

There are a number of workbenches lined up, and the work they do on each workbench is different. At the wall was lined with shelves for putting tools, and I could see a number of cluttered tools lined up.

"Do you have a parent? Tell him Benno's here."

Got one of the employees. When Benno said that, the employee said, "Yes!" and ran in a panic.

As I asked Benno to drop me down and await the arrival of my parents, I saw from the back a little fat uncle, voiced by an employee, come out shaking his stomach.

At a glance, I feel like I know the parent of the food relationship. You look like you're going to like eating at the bottom of your heart. Japan has a small weight, but this size will be quite thick in this city, where the food situation is not very rich.

"Thank you for taking the time, Benno's husband.... What about these kids?

"He's the first person to make a Lincoln. Please don't say anything else."

When Benno said that with all his strength in his eyes, his parents nodded silently several times.

"So, did you make improvements?

"No, I've tried changing tools, I've tried changing who makes them, I've tried everything, but I feel more and more distant"

When Benno stares at me for not being able to hide my frustration when I hear reports of no progress, and I look at my parents with a troubled expression, I feel as if they are scolding me together to myself.

I pulled my protégé's sleeve slightly and spoke.

"Um, can I actually show you where I'm making it?

"Oh.... if you ever notice anything, it would help if you told me. For some reason, the dirt in the workshop doesn't come off much."

Move to the corner to make a phosphor and get your parents to actually make it.

It would be a waste to fail, so there's only one Merrill to crush. Parents used the weight for pressing to crush Merrill's fruit at once. Touri and Lutz use hammers, so it takes a completely different amount of time.

Hold the cloth up and squeeze the oil, and the potatoes and oil will fall in the vessel.

"Now we can have oil. We'll be together this far, won't we?

There seemed to be nothing wrong with the process of squeezing oil. Lutz is also grumbling, "You don't have any wrong elements," so from what I've seen, it doesn't look like there's a problem.

"We can't use the weight for pressing, so we're crushing it with a hammer. But that's about the difference, and I don't think it's bound to failure."

"Oh, I guess it's impossible without a hammer in the power of a child"

I asked my parents to try the hammer next, or whine.

"That oil. The oil I just squeezed, can I see it for a second?

"Ah."

My parents give me vessels filled with oil.

There was no impurities floating at all inside, clear green clean oil shaking.

"Oh, okay"

As soon as I saw the oil, I knew the cause.

I'm honestly glad I found out what caused the failure, but for too sad a reason, I feel like crying a little.

"What!? What shouldn't have happened!?

I answered my parents, asking them to devour themselves, with a few drops of shoulders.

"... it's a cloth to squeeze"

Benno stared at my words. The parent opens her eyes slightly and desperately recruits her with her arms bummed.

"Cloth!? It's a new business, and we're using it pretty good!

"… so, yes"

"Huh!?

Now not only my parents, but Benno also peeled his eyes and looked at me.

I gently shrug my shoulders and gently place an oiled vessel on the table.

"The cloth in our house has coarse eyes. As you'll see when you see the clothes, because I don't have the money. I don't use such a fine eye squeeze cloth, so when we squeeze it, there's a lot of crushed fruit fiber and small powdery seed shards mixing in the oil."

The oil that Touri and Lutz squeeze was not clear green, but white and cloudy.

The reason is so simple. The squeeze cloth's eyes are so coarse that it is not comparable to the squeeze cloth used in this workshop, and it would be a waste not to squeeze until it was critical, so I didn't care about the oil clouding and squeezed it to the end.

"The cloudiness makes the 'scrubbing' effect… Ah, it becomes necessary to remove dirt when washing your hair"

Originally, clear and clean vegetable oils, like those made in the workshop, are scrubbed with crushed salt, nuts, dried citrus skins, etc., in a powdered state.

But in our case, we already had a scrub in the squeezed state. Besides, it wasn't the kind of living situation where you could say you wanted to add something more than that. It was exquisite to smell herbs that could be picked in large quantities in the woods.

My parents kept their mouths open with pokernels, as if they were frightened by my explanation. It would have been an unexpected cause of failure. It was unexpected to me, too.

I don't think my stomach ached half as much because the more I tried to take good quality oil, the further away it would be from the sample.

Benno also figured out the cause and was relieved, his expression was quite soothing. Pick a squeeze cloth with your fingertips and clasp your shoulders.

"I didn't know it was caused by cloth. I didn't know it was a failure because I used good stuff...... I was wondering if you had any secrets about how to mix herbs."

"Herbs are basically smelling."

With that said, my parents exhaled huge sighs of ha. Zero with a reassuring, troubled look.

"If you need a rough cloth, you can't use what you've squeezed."

"Huh? You can use it, right? It's a waste not to use it."

"To?"

If you can, fine oils without impurities are the quality I would like to use. As long as you put in the scrub, you can have something of better quality than the phosphor I made.

"You just have to put 'scrub' in the oil you're squeezing right now. If you select the material carefully, it will be more superior to what I have made."

"Heh... Lady, you know a lot, don't you?

At the same time as my parents blinked as I was impressed, Benno's eyes glistened as they found their prey.

"Ah..."

Shit. I was on track and talking too much.

Now when I get all bloody and look at Lutz unexpectedly, he looks like this idiot, all he's saying.

As it is, it will follow the same path as it did when Lutz found out.

Ahhh! My stupid idiot! You don't have the ability to learn!?

I managed to pull up my crackling mouth, and I smiled.

Normal mind, normal mind, I haven't found out anything yet. It's okay.

"Be careful, coarse grains can hurt your head skin when you are washing them"

I laughed nicely and tried to leave the spot softly, but Benno held me down gutted with a fierce grin.

"You know a lot of other things. Right?

I know, but I can't say any more extra things. From now on, I would be in trouble if I were to live in peace here with weird doubts. We have to escape Benno's pursuit somehow.

If Benno doesn't know the previous Mine, even if he suspects it's just as strange, the terms are different from those of Lutz. If we work hard, we should figure it out. I'll see what I can do.

I stomped on Benno's eyesight to keep my back moist with cold sweat, and I laughed with all my vain strength.

"It's a fee from here on out. I need an information fee. We don't just talk."

"How much?

I raised my jaw a lot and Benno told me to show the price with a nigga laugh, but I'm not going to give any more information no matter how much they give me.

But if you say so, that's where the negotiations are over. Now I have to be pulled from Benno.

I rotate my head desperately as I hold down my bakumbakun and roaring heart.

"... how much does Mr. Benno intend to buy more information for even though it will still be for sale?

With a nickel laugh, the smiling stare lasts for a while.

Benno's reddish brown eyes are glowing furiously, and he's in the mood to just surrender, but now he can never pull it off. Whatever you talk about, I can't talk any more, even though I know it's obviously crazy.

Without taking my gaze off, Benno spoke to his parents.

"Can I rent a room for business?

"Oh, oh, go ahead"

At the same time as listening to my parent's reply, I am gassed up by Benno and abducted into a room for business purposes.

"Wow!?

"Mine!?

"We're just gonna talk! Nobody get close!

Lutz freaks out at one of Benno's drinks and stops on the spot. My parents turn pale and snort.

Benno, who occupied the room for the business of others, seated me on the chair, and himself in the front of it.

After Benno glanced at me for a while, he opened his mouth.

"Two small gold coins."

"... Yes?

Empty ears.

I think I heard some amazing price right now, but it was definitely empty ears.

Though I accidentally turned it into a poker, I decided it was empty ears, and I rushed back to tighten my expression.

As soon as I retightened it, Benno said again, clarity.

"Two small gold coins, give out. Tell me how to improve, how to improve, what other plants you can substitute, everything you can think of."

How much profit do you expect for Lincians to give out two small gold coins for improvement or improvement?

Is it possible that you are going to run into a noble opponent as a luxury item, like Frieda's hair decoration?

"... Mr. Benno, how much the hell are you going to sell a Lincoln for?

And as I twisted, Benno narrowed his eyes slightly, and hunched his nose.

"It's none of Mine's business."

"Then I also told you the information you could make, so it doesn't matter any more, does it?

Now I could cut the story off, breathing in relief in my heart, and I laid my hands on the table and tried to take a seat.

"3 small gold coins. I can't give you any more."

Benno, who gasped at my hand on the table, looked remorseful and raised the price even more.

If your mind swayed for a moment at the amount of money your eyeballs were going to pop up, but you can't give it any more, that's the end of the negotiation. For the sake of a peaceful life, the pursuit ahead escapes and shows.

"Ouch..."

"Take it and save it. The only thing I can do to eat you is money."

I refuse, when I tried to say, I was stared at by Benno. With a face that is about to bite my teeth, I look wide open, surprised by the words whispered small with a low voice.

"... Mr. Benno, did you know about eating yourself?

"I thought maybe, but in the meantime, they told me to be damn clear."

"Huh?"

What Benno calls a shitty twitch is about a guild leader. What did the guild chief tell you? Does it have anything to do with the fact that after delivering Frieda's hair decorations, she was less alert to the guild leader?

A strange rush, unlike earlier, swirled into my mind, losing strength from the halfway position I was about to rise, and my butt fell into the chair.

It seemed as though I sat back down, Benno lowered himself to lay down on the table and put his face close to me. And he began to speak in a low, small voice that would make me listen alone. Even though it's a blurry, whispering voice, it creeps into my eardrum strangely.

"My granddaughter over there was eating the same as you, but I was saved because I had money and connections to nobility. You sell the information you have, but save your money and prepare for the day to come."

"The day to come..."

"It's time for the heat in your body... to become impenetrable"

Oh, and the satisfaction spread all over my body.

Wasn't it just my chi or my health that I felt like my fever was getting a little more active lately?

Has it come to a conclusion between Benno and the guild chief that one of these days the fever of eating will grow and I will not be able to hold it down?

The more I put my life on the scale and the risk of being spooked by giving information, the easier it was to draw conclusions to be dismayed.

I don't want to die yet.

I can finally make paper.

This winter I bundled the paper of my failures, but I finally got an environment where I could make a book.

I got used to my life here and started meshing well with my family.

I could find an environment in which I could only be of some help if it was useless.

I'm finally starting to want to live here.

I can't die yet.

At the same time, disclose the information to Benno and think about when he gets spooked.

If Benno gets spooked, what happens?

Unlike Lutz, who knew the previous Mine, to Benno I am just a kid who knows too much about things and is creepy.

There won't be anything like suddenly getting killed just because it's creepy, and unlike Lutz, who has a deep edge, even if his family can say "Mine is creepy," it's not that much damage.

Worst of all, me and Lutz will just be turned away and we won't be merchant apprenticeships in Benno's shop.

In that case, however, he has also been solicited by the Alliance Commander and Frieda. It's not like Benno and I don't have any receptacles at all.

If I can live with money, I still want to live.

"... ok. I'll hit you with three small pieces of gold."

When I looked at Benno and said so, Benno nodded small and let go of his hand.

Then, after matching the guild cards, take my tote bag and take out the purchase order set on your own.

"Hey, my baggage!

"This is our equipment."

"That's right, but at least say no!

"Oh, I'm sorry"

Saying so in a tone that seemed completely unfortunate, Benno took the ink and pen and set up a board for the purchase order as if it were a notebook.

"So let me tell you something. First of all, it's a way to sell oil that seems to be a failure."

"You just have to put in a 'scrub' to get rid of the dirt. There are many things you can do for 'Scrub', but I think maybe the easiest thing is salt. If you crumble salt into powder, it will help to remove dirt and deodorize it."

"Salt?

The easiest article I read seemed to be a mixture of vegetable oil and salt in powdered state.

It's so familiar, you're surprised, Benno's eyes are round.

"... and then instead of the 'citrus' dried into the caracallas, uh, rinse the Felizine skin into a powder and it will smell and smudge better than nothing"

"Felizine's skin, yeah. Is there anything else?

Benno turns his gaze to me as he writes Gallic.

"Anything else? 'Nuts'...... Ahhh, you can shatter the noose and mix it. None of this was wasted on us.

Laughing nicely and saying so, Benno stares at me as he tries to get a little information.

"You know what I couldn't do?... Mine, who are you?

"It's a secret. It's not for sale."

With a face like a bitter worm chewed up, Benno made his mouth a letter to.

The heart makes a loud noise in Benno's frigid eyes that see those who do not understand themselves. I am not strong enough to be seen with such eyes all the time and to remain flat.

With a smile on my face I took a bet to determine where I stood.

"Kids like me, creepy, so do you make it into a checkbox?

"Huh!?

"For once, that's about as much preparation as I gave you, right?

Benno leaned down and scratched Gashigashi and his own hair, exhaling heavily, ha-ha-ha. Shake your head loose a few times, face up.

At that time, the usual niggling grin was spreading.

"No, think about enclosing it as much as possible so that it doesn't take anything else away from you more than it would be profitable. I'm a merchant."

So said Benno, who stood up with a rattle, shaking and stroking my head. By showing the same tricks as before, it is conveyed that Benno has come to the conclusion of maintaining the status quo.

After I exhaled my ho and relieved breath, I painstakingly retreated my squeaky hand forever, and uttered my tongue, "Nbei".