Ascendance of a Bookworm

The orphanage slipped out well.

Since hosting the cooking class, making soup several times has allowed me to get used to it and shorten my time, and the size of the vegetables to be chopped has become a bit in line. Occasionally, it's funny that some kids want to add weird ingredients, but others are stopping at the total.

I feel everyone's expression has calmed down because their stomach has become so full.

When I worked in the temple in the morning and in the afternoon it was becoming customary to clean the orphanage and make soup, the day came when my father and Touri's holidays just overlapped. I've been going to the extra city for a few days, and I'll worship down Benno, who's just back, and I'll get permission to borrow Lutz that day.

"Mr. Benno! Lend me a rutz this day!

"I don't mind, but the next day I'll lend you a day."

"... do you have any disturbing eyes?

"It's your fault, isn't it?

... I definitely don't think it's my fault.

While I was a little wary of Benno sitting in the eye, I got permission to take Lutz out, so Thuri and my father are next.

"Father, Touri, please. I want you to take the orphanage kids to the woods! If Dad's with us, we can get through the gates without being questioned by the unfamiliar kids in the city, right?

"... I don't care, can I take the orphans out of the city?

"I'm getting permission from the Chief Cleric, it's okay."

My father looked unconvinced that permission would be given, but he agreed that it would be good if he had permission. Touri also tells me he doesn't mind because he was planning to go to the woods.

"It's good to take you, but what are you going to let those kids do?

"I'm asking Lutz to make paper, and I want him to teach me how to collect in the woods during the papermaking match. Because I've never even been to the woods."

Touri, who came to teach us how to make soup, knows that the orphanage kids live in a world different from their common sense. Touri, who had to teach from the touch of a knife or knife, frowned a little.

"If you were just a kid going to the woods for the first time, wouldn't you have better rates?

"That's true, but I can see the way the paper is made, so I'd like to do it on my own if I could."

"Okay. I can help you with mine."

"Yay! Thank you, Touri."

Thus, we were to have orphans as old as apprentices taken to the woods from before baptism. The adult clerics also wanted to go, but this time they have to leave a message to do the work of the temple. Because if we don't go to the woods in the morning, we're running out of time to make paper.

In addition to cages, knives, and blades like bamboo for cutting trees, also take pots and steamers.

Lutz is taught the orphans to make paper about taking phosphorus in the woods, steaming and skinning it, as Lutz and I were doing before baptism. While I was steaming, I was going to ask Touri and my father to teach me how to collect.

However, in order to prevent information from spilling out of the mouths of orphans, the characteristics of the trees used will not be given their names, and information about ashes and trollows is to be kept low for some time. I'm not afraid of being made the same thing, I'm afraid of someone hooking up to contract magic on the path of selling paper.

"Master Mine, I'll remember you properly."

"Come and learn how to make paper and collect it in the woods."

Gil went to the woods with his eyes shining, but I left a message at the temple. He and Fran worked hard at the clergyman's office on paperwork, were taught prayer complaints, and were complained about foot judgment and fingertip movements.

It's a seemingly peaceful and serene routine, but it's a roundabout and a big storm in my head. No, you should say a fire truck.

I spent a lot of money setting up my own room, kitchen, and then, orphanage. I ran out of money due to tremendous momentum. From now on, I want a bit of income because I don't know how much noble duty and doing I don't know will come out and how much money I need.

"In the meantime, I've sold the hangers, and the culinary relationship's a little later, at least, better since the restaurant started...... wondering if there's anything? When I was talking to Lutz before, I said, do you want to commercialize it? Hmmm......"

"Dear Mine, what are you thinking from earlier?

"Hey, golden measures......"

It was time for everyone to come home from their first forest, and as they were on their way to pick him up, they heard a pleasant voice coming from across the gate. I think so, the butterflies and the kids rush over.

"Master Mine! I'm back now!

"Welcome home, gentlemen. Have you picked a lot?

"I brought back a lot of black skin"

"I picked the most!

"Yes. That's amazing. Shall we then go and dry the black skin to the workshop? Lutz, please."

"Ooh."

At the Mine Workshop, Lutz dries the black skin, and my father explains the care and precautions of the knife to teach me how to eat and use the things that Thuri collects.

"Now let's thank the teachers who taught us so much for you"

As for me, I was just going to say "thank you" and put it together beautifully, but this was a temple. "Thank you teachers! I say," Everyone sits down all the time.

My father and Touri freaked out and pulled themselves out.

"... because this is the way the temple appreciates, you know, the way God appreciates it..."

"Oh, I know. I know, but don't be surprised."

After explaining to my father and Thuri in a low voice, I urge the children who have finished thanking me to return to the orphanage.

"The remaining clerics are making soup for you. You can eat after you've cleaned your hands. Then, be sure to clean your body today before going to bed. You sweated a lot because it was hot, didn't you?

"Yes."

After I had missed the straw and the children returning to the orphanage, I exhaled greatly.

"Sorry, guys. Wait here. I'll get dressed, too."

Go back to your room with Fran and let Delia change her clothes.

I have plans by Benno's shop, and when I come to the temple with my apprenticeship clothes, I can just take off my blue clothes and go home, but today I came in my usual clothes, just like the Tourris who go to the woods, so I have to take off my flirty sleeve blouse and change all of them.

"Tailor a few blue clothes that you can usually use. I'm getting dusty by going to the basement. I want to wash it, so prepare to replace it."

Delia complained to me. The blue coat is a luxurious cloth that touches like silk. If it's going to be tailored, it must cost a lot of money. Looks like we're gonna have to seriously think about gold.

"Thank you for waiting."

Get dressed and go back to the workshop, tighten the door and close the lock. Fran kept the keys, and I'm going home with everyone today.

"Dear Lutz, I would like to report on Mr. Mine's actions today"

Fran with a wooden plaque contacts Lutz about his behavior and physical condition today. It's a report I have to make every time, but it's also hard outside to open the ink and take out the pen, so I looked at Fran who can't make a note of anything, and I remembered hah.

... That, maybe it would be useful if I made it?

Now that the paper is still expensive and the notebook is not popular, there must be some demand. Maybe it's already popular, but it's just the right gift for Fran or Lutz.

When I was thinking about the way it was made and the ingredients, my father seemed to hold me up, and when I realized it, I was moving closer to Central Square.

"Lutz, Lutz!

Being held up by my father, I call on Lutz, who walks downstairs with Touri.

"What?

"If you're Mr. Benno, do you know anyone in the metalworking workshop, too?

"Well, I'm here... did you come up with something?

"Yeah! I'd like to ask Ralph or Sieg to process the board first."

Lutz, with clever hands, is no match at all for Ralph and Sieg, who are brushing their arms as artisans. I knew better when you helped me make a hanger. Besides, I want to make this processing a gift for Lutz, so you should ask Ralph or Sieg, not himself.

"What, you don't ask your father?

"I had my father work hard all day. So it's okay."

"We can still work on this, can't we?

"Really? Why don't you drink and fall asleep?

I peek into the face of my father, pointing my lips a little. We went to the woods with a novice only deduction, so when we got home, we should be drinking and having a blast sleep course.

"... it's okay"

"You can't count on Dad's okay. Drinking and falling asleep, absolutely."

The voice of my heart and the voice of Tulli overlapped. My father, pointed out to Touri, frowned more and became grumpy.

"If you're going to do it before you drink, it's bad to go to Lutz's now, and this time I'm going to ask my father?

"Should I do it first? Damn, my daughters are starting to look like my mother."

"... Uncle Gunter can't help but think that's cute, can he? I've heard it many times."

A laugh occurs at Lutz flattering his shoulders.

I asked my father to measure the size of Lutz's hand and went home.

"So, what do you make?

I went home and finished dinner as my father put up with the alcohol. Start looking for the right plates and tools from the storage.

"Hey, Dad. Which is easier: creeping through thick plates squarely and pouring wax in, or pouring wax in by pouring plates so that they can be a little taller around thin plates?

"Well, it would be easier to hit the board, wouldn't it?

"Wouldn't the wax be flowing?

"Depends on how you do it, but it's okay"

Since my father has undertaken me, I peek at the mess and the slab and look for the right size.

"Then I want you to make two pieces at a time with a plate this thick, with the size of my hand, the size of Lutz's hand, and the size of Dad's hand."

"What's the height?

"Around the thickness of my fingers, I wander around the plate to keep the wax from flowing out... Oh, I'll drill a hole at this end and pass strings and rings, so leave that for free. I want something like this."

Explaining as he painted on the tablet, my father nodded as he stroked his jaw and began to make it.

While my father works, me and Touri bathe in the water. With a full summer approaching, I sweat even when I'm working on paperwork, and Thuri said he wanted to shed the dust because he was in the woods all day.

"Hey, Mine. What's that gonna be?

Put me in the vanity first, and Thuri washes me with a handmade rinse. I answered, nagging at the feeling of being massaged through my scalp.

"Notepad"

"Isn't a notebook a bunch of paper collecting failures that Mine has?

"It's not really a failure. I'd like to bind the paper."

Laughing small, I wipe my hair and body. When I'm done wiping, I'll take turns with Touri and now I'll wash Touri's hair.

"To be exact, I'd say 'book board' or 'tablet book' or 'diptic', but unlike stone boards, you just have to think it's about a notebook that's hard to disappear from."

"What did you say to Mr. Benno that he would take you to the workshop where he would process the metal?

"Iron pen, because I want you to make it"

The next day, I put the plate that my father had processed into a tote bag and asked Lutz to take it, and I went with Lutz to Benno's shop as usual. Instead of borrowing Lutz, I promised to be detained for a day, so it's just fine.

"Good morning, Mr. Benno. Stores that sell wax and workshops that process metal, let me know"

"Now what are you up to?

"It's not good to hear people planning... I have something for Lutz and Fran, and I wanted you to introduce me to the workshop because I can't make it."

"... my?

Lutz drops his eyes on my tote bag in my words. I looked at the board packed in the cucumber and frowned.

"Yes, Fran and Lutz are working very hard, thank you."

"What about Gil?

"I think it would be better for Gil and Delia because I can't write yet"

"Hmmm......"

Still, Lutz can flatter his mouth with joy. In contrast, Benno bent his mouth to the letter to.

"Hey, Mine. Nothing against me?

"... Mr. Benno looks at the finished product and if he thinks he needs it, he should order it properly from the woodworking workshop. Because it doesn't look good handmade by amateurs."

When Benno, the husband of the big store and surrounded by luxury goods for everything, has a handmade bookboard, he definitely floats. A thank you gift is good, but I don't want you to use it unless it's made properly by the craftsman.

"Wax shop and blacksmith, huh? Then let's go."

He made a candle and asked me to take him to the store where he was selling it so that he could pour the wax into the enclosure of the board.

Beyond the counter, I see a workshop, and I see six plates lined up for my father to make, where melted wax pours in thick. It won't take a minute as a task. How long it takes to wait until it solidifies.

"It's an easy job over here, but it's an odd job. What do you use this for?

"Uh, it's a 'bookboard'"

"What, that?

During the wait time, I talked to my uncle who came out to the counter, but he didn't seem to have a pin. Naturally, there is no demand at all for people who don't write outside. Thinking of it that way, a book board might not be a commodity.

... I might have to think about other products.

Wait for the wax to solidify somewhat, then head to the blacksmith workshop. Seeing as this is how easy it is to get what you want, I think financial resources and people's edges really matter. It's a big difference from when I was just mine, when I was in a trial and error at home.

"Benno from the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, do you have a parent?

We headed to the workshop on Craftsman Street, where Benno, who opened the door, spoke towards the inside.

Hotter heat came out across the door teasing than it was outside in the summer sun. It was a metalworking workshop, so it was hot enough to surprise me, although it was normal to use fire.

If you peek at the store thrilled to see what the hell you're doing, the workshop that generates the heat seems to be across a tight door, and if the apprentice who seemed to be doing the store number pulls back, all you see is a counter and table and a simple round chair to take the order.

Looking around the store with no merchandise or anything, my uncle came out slightly with a thick mustache but thin hair, big from the back and enough to be thicker than my waist. I'm a little scared of a few big eyes.

"Ooh, Benno. Hey, what's up? Is that your noble button again?

"It's not a button today. I was hoping you'd listen to his order."

"This little lady's? What? Tell me."

"Oh, erm! First, I want you to connect the board to the board in a circle, like this."

"It's cheap," my parents said when I painted a picture of the slab and the slab connecting it in a circle like a notepad.

"And then I want the pen."

"Teppitz?"

"This is it."

Erase the painting on the bookboard and I will begin to paint the painting of the iron pen I want.

In a sharp pencil-like shape with thinner tips so that you can write letters on the wax, the opposite is an iron pen that is flattened like a hella so that you can erase the letters. If possible, I would also like to have a clip attached so that I can be caught on the wheel that fastens the plate.

"Give me this for three, please"

"What the hell? That's pretty fine.... Hey, Johann! You, try it."

My parents, who were looking at the tablet and twisting their necks, call out to the closed back. Then came out a mid teenage boy with bright orange hairs tied to one behind him.

"This guy is Johan the Apprentice. Apprentice, but do a pretty fine job. My arm is in front of me."

"It's Johann. Best wishes. So, what's your order?

And I showed him the tablet, and gave him the same explanation as I gave him to my parents. Johan takes out the wooden plaque and draws something like a gully and blueprint. It's prettier than I draw. That's craftsman.

"How thin is the tip?

"Please make it as thin as a sewing needle and point the tip. But that's hard to hold, so this part is about as thick as a pen..."

"That's not accurate, then"

Johann, who sighed gently and put the pen down, brought a number of round bars once back. arranged on the counter and instructed to try each one.

"Which thickness is easy to hold?

"Uh, I'm the easiest to hold this. What about Lutz?"

"If I'm going to put it in a pen, I'm going to hold it in my hand."

My hands were different in size with Lutz, so the thickness and weight that was easy to hold were different. I look up to Benno and ask him.

"I want Fran's share, so please choose Mr. Benno"

"... this is it. These are two things. Make mine too."

"Huh? But you can't use it without a calligraphy board if you just make 'Iron Pen'?

"I'll make it later. Metal processing is time-consuming, so you should order it first."

I nodded at Benno's words and shouted to Johann, "All four, please," I nodded loudly.

"Okay. And what's this hella like? What do you use it for? How wide? What's the angle on this part? What is this clip? Caught in a wheel? Then you have to match the thickness of the ring to the teppitsu. What's the length?

Question after question, but if you stick to it that much, you'll be able to convince yourself. I rejoice, and I answer more and more.

Next door, my parents were talking about Benno and Johan. A nervous kid with very fine, attentive artisanal skin whose job is perfect but slow for that matter. She's a kid who often gets depressed by asking too many questions to her client. Though I would prefer to hear my order in detail, it seems that there are more people in the world who are not.

"If Johann knew a little more about compromise, it would be easy to live. But I can do good things because I don't compromise. I need a patron who can keep this guy's arm alive, can you hit Benno?

After a long tour, Benno looked at me.

"Exactly. In the lady, it's too tiny. At least a patron won't be able to do it unless he's an adult and has free money to spend"

"... right"

I will keep my mouth shut, too, because Benno has cut off the story there.

... Once this is still the workshop manager, I have some money to be free though. I liked the finesse, so after looking at the finished product, I would like to take care of it when it's metalworking. Yeah.

"Hey, Mine. Don't blur. If you're done with your order, we'll go to the woodworking workshop next."

Gleefully held up, Benno left the blacksmith's workshop early.

Apparently, Benno is willing to make his own bookboard.