Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Go ahead, sir"

"Ah."

Prepared for contract magic by Marc. The unusual design ink kettle with contract paper and special ink used for contract magic arranged on the table looked familiar.

Benno puts a pen on the ink kettle and even writes down the contract. As I remember, the ink is not black but blue ink. View the letters that will be written in the contract.

"Lutz shall have the right to sell those made in the Mine Workshop.

Notification to the Commercial Guild, with the approval of Mine, Lutz and Benno, if the agent is to be placed. "

"What is this sentence?

Benno raised his brow lightly as I pointed to the covenant.

"Insurance. There are also people out there who think about threatening and breaking contracts just for children with violence or kidnapping. Keep me and my guild involved to prevent any wrongdoing. Keep as many third parties on your side as possible when you make contracts like this. You should remember."

"... thank you"

I didn't think you'd just suggest such a cumbersome contract magic, but get yourself involved as an ally.

Take the pen Marc offered me and I'll sign it. Then Lutz, at the end of the day, Benno writes his name and pushes his blood sentence.

"Lutz, please"

When I closed my eyes firmly and got my hands on it, Lutz cut my fingertips off with a pip knife. Push the red blood creeping over your signature.

The moment you inhale the blood, the blue ink turns to black is the same as before. And, like the last contract magic, after all the signatures, the ink part glows and the hole spreads from the ink part to burn, and the contract form itself disappears.

Benno exhaled slowly as he watched it disappear so that it could dissolve into the light until it burned.

"Now for one thing, Lutz and Mine will be able to face each other, gaining the great nickname that Mine needs to sell the goods even if he is brought into the aristocratic district. Remember Mine will defend himself so it doesn't happen."

"I'll do my best"

I held my fist and showed it, but Benno, Lutz and Marc shook my head with a very anxious face.

"However, only those who find value in the products that Mine makes"

"Huh?"

"If you're the one who only needs magic, you'll say it's not something you know about buying or selling goods, etc.... Fortunately, few aristocrats in this city are wealthy enough to ignore the opportunity for large sums of money to enter even if left alone. Then, as I said before, this city is the only place where this contract magic takes effect. Be careful."

"Yes."

He then exchanged contracts of the same content on ordinary parchment paper. This seems to be to report to the guild and to show that noble opponents don't have a great deal of restraint, but they already have a contract when something happens in another city.

"Let's go through the process by the end of the day. We're heading straight for the commercial guild. Register Mine Workshop as Workshop and Mine as Workshop Manager. This way, buying and selling goods is not a problem. And by showing that there are other options and ways to make money besides the temple, you will come to the bargain a little more vigorously"

"Yes."

Commercial guilds are on the way home, so if you can stop by and finish the process, you can rest assured for a moment.

Quickly, Benno rushes me up to the top where Lutz keeps them to get dressed.

And I looked up to Benno, and inquired.

"How can we move the negotiations forward in our favor?

"Right.... First, I think of the best results for me. Find out what concessions you have to pull out of them for that, what you can get out of here, what they want."

Listening to Benno, I try to think of what I want.

All I want is permission to enter and view the library. To do this, I want to enter the temple in a position where I am not a gray witch apprentice of labor imperatives. All you can get out of here is magic and money. What they want is magic and money, too, if Benno's information is correct.

Looks like we can negotiate somehow, huh?

"... Speaking of which, the temple chief told me that, as a general rule, I should not belong to any other guild to enter the temple. The temple chief said he was going to negotiate with the guild chief, but what happened? Can I register?

Benno chops bisciently at me, remembering the words of the temple chief.

"Hey, Mine. Don't throw round about yourself to others. Just get in between and secure your interests. You don't know what unscrupulous conditions you can put on it."

"Right. Blah, I didn't think the Holy Grail was a magic tool and I could extend my life, so I was in the mood that I wouldn't care for another six months or so. I admit it was a throw."

It looks like I can extend my life, the library room has been found, and my motivation is up and running.

"Use your head so that your motivation doesn't go empty"

"I'll do it right."

Lutz ran down the stairs. Because of what I have said, I seem to have rushed rather quickly. I look up at the high position of the seventh floor, and I find myself impressed. If I run up to this place, and run down, I will surely fall down.

"Well, let's go"

Benno softly put his hand aside and lifted me up as a matter of course.

Otto told me that my walking speed is so unbearable to adult men that I have been kept quietly held up lately. I gave up that if I resisted, I would just be tired and wasted.

"If a person entering the temple should not belong to another guild, it will mean that Mine is the only one who can interact with a commercial guild in the temple. I already signed up, so if you can't push through, you can let the money fling, so make him admit his workshop activities."

On the road to the commercial guild, Benno will state one response after the other and how to negotiate, so as to spare only a little time. I want to take all the notes, but it's a shame I can't. Stick around and watch Benno, rally his ears and brain miso to get some more information.

"As I said, there are fewer blue clerics, orphans don't have jobs, and donations are likely to be down. Make them recognize their workshop rights by lining them up with the right beauty whether they want to give them a new path, give them a job, set up a living environment, or even this. The Temple knows that you need money to do anything."

"Yes."

"Finally, keep your workforce secure by saying that you can't act without letting the people work for you, or without someone to take care of your health, or inflate the truth of 1 by 10 or 20. Lutz is already in the store, so I won't be able to use half of the week"

"I see."

I nod over and over again at specific and easy-to-understand measures to sort out my mind. Beautifully lined up to win the rights of the workshop and exaggerate their frailty to secure their workforce. Indeed, even if there were a workshop, I would not move alone.

"If even the orphans find they can work seriously in the workshop, there may be other places in the workshop that will accept them. If you create a new product and the orphans are making it, your surrounding eyes might change a little. It's up to your arm around here."

"Okay. I'll try my best."

When he was moved by Benno to even think about the orphan, not just about me, Benno sighed and shook his head.

"Ha...... You're easy to get on, aren't you? Don't try to hold anything. Set your priorities in advance."

"Huh?"

Benno frowned as troubled as I blinked at the kind of opinion that gave him back his curly palm. Apparently, something was being tried.

"Until you finalize your position in the Temple, give yourself the highest priority over the orphans. Rather, think about using the orphans on your side. I hate to say this, but there are a lot of people who are more worried and sad about you than there are orphans."

"... ok"

By the time I nodded, I had arrived at a commercial guild. Benno frowns a little and looks grumpy as he walks through the door Git Rutz opened for me.

"If you can make a new product, have trouble, or need something, come talk to me. Of course, I'll take the right amount of money, but I'll try to make it as convenient as possible."

"Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Benno."

With dusk approaching, we just passed the second floor of a commercial guild with fewer people and headed to the counter on the third floor.

Return the provisional guild card and officially register by submitting the documents that Benno had been preparing since before the baptism ceremony. The paperwork also firmly stated that Benno store would be nominated as a buyer and seller and Lutz as a negotiator.

"Oh, Mine. Were you here?

Were you in the guild chief's office, Frieda, who came down the stairs rocking a pale cherry twin tail, found me fishing for a bookcase in the waiting space, and rushed over.

"When the baptism ceremony was over, I thought I was coming to register, but I didn't have any syllables at all. I was afraid he might have collapsed at the christening."

"Heh, that's a prospect. I really fell down. I finally recovered."

It was a little funny that Frieda was what she expected, and when I blew it out small, Frieda glanced lightly at Rutz, who was spreading the map.

"I can't believe Mine fell even though it had Lutz on it"

"Because there's nothing wrong with Lutz this time. Rather, because I am evil."

I am completely evil because the cause of the fall is abs collapse and I am so excited to find the library. So much so that I have to apologize on a groundhound level for what I was worried about.

"Hey, Mine. They're calling me."

While I was talking to Frieda, she had a new guild card. Frieda returned to work behind the counter and I headed to the counter to be briefed.

The new card is taking over the previous information, but it's breathtaking to be told I need a blood sentence.

"Mine, give it up"

If you poke your finger with the hand delivered needle and press the stirring blood, the card glows and the registration is complete. Registration is easy but painful.

After paying five small silver coins for the registration fee, Frieda peered into my hand when she was being briefed on the difference between a provisional registration and a card as a workshop manager.

"Well, it's a mine workshop? Didn't you become a merchant apprentice at Mr. Benno's store?

"I gave up because I couldn't work physically."

"So may I ask you to wholesale what Mine Workshop has made to our house, too?

Seeing Frieda, who instantly blinds her eyes and becomes the face of a merchant, I turn away a little.

"Ah, I'm sorry. Lutz is supposed to sell the stuff from Mine Workshop at Mr. Benno's shop."

"... you're Lutz again"

Frida pointing her lips in disgruntlement, but there's no choice but to decide. I sold Frida the exclusive right to Katorkar, so I want you to give up.

"You gave Frida Katorkar, didn't you? What do you say we sell it?

"Yeah, Ilse is sticking it out and doing a taste study. I'd love to hear Mine's opinion before I sell it. I'd love to taste it. How about tomorrow?

I'd love to. Sweet things are nice when you're tired, I suppose. Until the negotiations with the Temple are over, we cannot afford to go for a taste of sweets.

"I appreciate the invitation, but I'm stuck until the day after tomorrow."

"So what about the next day? If you like, they have Mine's sister with them. If you had a sister, Lutz wouldn't have to come, would he?

Making Touri's presence shine, Frieda holds Lutz back, and Lutz stares at Frieda with a face that is still going to bite him. Speaking of which, last time I put Thuri in the carriage and left Lutz behind.

"Frieda, don't be mean like that, it's better for everyone to eat, right? There are a few things about Mr. Ilse doing a taste study, aren't there?

"That's right..."

To Frieda, with her lips pointed and her dissatisfied face, I wonder if I can switch Frieda's thinking from emotional to merchant thinking in the direction of pursuing the point of tasting the product.

"I think it would be a good idea for as many people as possible to eat and get input in order to predict the completion and sale of the product. Because children and adults have different tastes, and even men and women have different tastes."

"... a lot of people? How will you eat it? It's hard to invite a lot of people to a tea party."

Frieda's eyes have become merchant's. However, it seems that thinking has changed from involving Lutz to a tea party that invites a lot of people. I want Lutz to acknowledge his participation, and I manage to overlap my words in order to take a pledge.

"Doesn't it have to be another tea party? I'm going to have a tasting party where I prepare all kinds of flavored cattle curls cut into bite sizes and ask which one tasted best and why I thought it tasted so good, and Lutz..."

"I'll have that plan!

Before I could say unto the end, Frieda slapped Pong and his hand, and let his eyes shine. He has an excited and totally floating look. He looked so fun and happy, but this one didn't look completely in sight anymore.

"Huh? Frieda?

"I'll let you know when the tasting is set. Of course, neither your sister nor Lutz. Oh, you're gonna be busy. Okay, Mine, Lutz. Good afternoon."

Just wanting to shape what he came up with right away, Frieda turns around and runs up the stairs. Maybe he went to talk to the guild chief. I'm not sure what to come up with and how to run wild, but I guess it turned out good because Frieda was in a good mood to invite Lutz.

Lutz sighed lightly as he smiled off Frieda's hindsight that it would be nice to enjoy treats of all flavors after the negotiations were over.

"See? Frieda and Mine, they look alike, don't they?

Benno chuckled and affirmed to Lutz's words.

When I had successfully completed the process and left the commercial guild, it was time for even the long summer days to be about to go down. The central square, which was busy when entering the commercial guild, also feels like the people who go and go are getting sparse.

As I walked looking at the long shadow master, I felt a little strength in my hands connected to Lutz.

"What's going on?

As I stopped my legs and looked up at Rutz, Rutz looked down at me, distorting his face to a sobbing, complicated look like he was angry. The pompous and zero Rutz words fall into the shadows.

"... Is Mine really going into the temple?

"Yeah, maybe. If all of Mr. Benno's stories are true, I don't think the Temple will let me go more. That's what Mr. Benno predicts, isn't it?

Lutz glanced at me anxiously after pulling his lips together once cuckoo.

"Negotiate, can you?

The shadow thickens in the falling sunset, making you look even more anxious and crying. I found that the hand I was holding put a little bit of strength into it.

I want to get rid of Rutz's anxiety at all, and I laugh and show him the nickel.

"I have never negotiated with nobility, so I don't know what will happen. But if the Holy Grail is really a magic trick, and you can keep yourself from eating, you should go to the temple, and I want to go in to read a book. But I don't care what you think of the gray witch, so it's up to you to negotiate, right? I'll do my best to make my environment a little better."

"Ah......"

Lutz starts walking with his eyes down, distorted in pain for just a moment.

Stay silent for a while, you two walk. If I looked up at Lutz's face pretending to care about the sound of the carriage passing by, he had the look on his face like he was swallowing even though he said something. As I silently advance my legs, I get more and more concerned.

"Hey, Lutz. If you have something to say, why don't you say it? You want to hear it?"

Lutz, who stopped his leg, opened his mouth slightly, pulled the knot, and after a few thoughts, puzzled off his gaze.

"... I don't want to say it because it's not cool"

"Yes, okay"

No matter how much you care, you should respect the manhood you want to cool. And I nodded, and walked again.

Silence persists once again. The footsteps of those who rush home in the same way sound on the cobblestones, and the hustle and bustle of the evening can be heard through the windows here and there, but only around us, it is quiet and heavy in air with Sin.

Whether the sun has fallen or the long shadows of the building are overlapping and darkening the shadows, the feet also get a little darker.

"... you said we'd make paper together, make books and sell them. Mine liar."

It was a grunt of rutz disputed by the rattling and the sound of a wagon passing by the side, but it was heard clear. As the situation changed as I twirled, Rutz's complains stabbed me in the chest, even though I wanted to.

"Sorry, Lutz"

"It's not about Mine apologizing. I know I can't do anything. My husband's right, so I want to do everything I can to keep Mine out of any danger."

Rutz cut the words there and bit his back teeth off once.

"... but regrettable. Mine said he was going to do a bookstore with me..."

"Right. But I wanted to make a book because I wanted to read it. So if you go to the temple, you're not gonna stop making books, are you? Instead, you work hard because your life expectancy has increased, right? You have to add more books, my ambitions won't be achieved, will they?

Lutz raised his face to my words. Lutz flaunts his shoulder with a crooked smile that seemed to cry.

"Ambition to be surrounded by books and live by reading them?

"Yes. Lutz wants to be a merchant, doesn't he? You want to be a merchant and go to all sorts of places, don't you? I have dreams, too."

Let's work towards each dream, Rutz said, and now it's time for him to look like he's about to cry. The tears that seemed overflowing seemed clear even in the dim.

"Mine's dream, I want to be there for you.... but I, Mine, am with me, so I did my best. I wanted to work hard at your husband's store with you. I want to do more things with Mine."

With that said, Lutz embraced me and buried my face bent over my shoulder. A little whimper falls on my shoulder trying desperately to contain me.

"It's okay. You can even go into the temple. 'Cause I'll definitely make a book."

"No. I'm not. I didn't sell books I made with someone else, I wanted to make them with Mine."

I guess I was hoarding it in a stockpile, and Lutz's dissatisfaction came zero as he cut a weir. My chest is starting to ache and my tears are nil to Lutz, who waves his head like a waste. I hugged Lutz back for every dissatisfaction and slapped him gently on the pom and back.

"It doesn't change what you decided before, does it? What I thought, Lutz would make it, right? I'll talk to Lutz before Mr. Benno, before anyone else, when I make something, and I need your help."

"I can't do anything?

I looked up as Lutz was surprised. I laughed small as I wiped Rutz's cheek tears with my hands.

"If Lutz can't do anything, what happens to me? Is there anything I can do? Besides, I don't know what to do or what to do, because Lutz is the only one who can go along with what I want to make. I'm the one who's in trouble without Lutz."

"... no. I already know Mine's worth what he makes, so everyone can help."

Lutz pointing his lips in a boring way and hurrying to wipe his tears to shame that he had cried. Lutz moves his shoulders and arms tightly, whether he's a little refreshed to throw up dissatisfaction as much as he wants to say or wants to shake off his shame.

"Um, even if I'm going to make it with someone, it's not going to work, and I end up calling Lutz, and all I can think of is a future where we can get along, can you really help me?

Lutz finally laughed at me as I clapped my shoulders. I squeeze my hand and walk down the path getting darker and darker with a bright smile.

"'Cause it's okay. I'll make it for you."