Ascendance of a Bookworm

Leave the blacksmith workshop and go to the woodworking workshop. Both are close because they are on Craftsman Street.

Open the door, which is about three or so times past the workshop - the design is carved with noodles crossed only against the background of the great tree - and Benno goes inside with me in his arms.

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

"Excuse me. I don't have a parent... Mine!?

"Oh, this was Sieg's brother's workshop?

It was a familiar face to be in the store. He opens his mouth to Pocahontas in the same position where Sieg, Rutz's second brother, meets me just as he remains held up by Benno.

"... you know him?

"I'm Lutz's brother."

When Benno lowered me, he finally got Lutz into Sieg's sight there, too. "... Lutz, right?" I heard him whining small.

Lutz is dressed in the room he rents at the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, so Sieg must have never seen him in apprenticeship clothes and get his hair done. Lutz at work looks completely different than he is carrying a cage in his everyday clothes going to the woods.

"Huh. Lutz's brother?... I have something I want to order, okay?

"Hey, can you give me a minute? 'Cause I'm gonna get an assistant."

Sieg rushed into the back in a hurry, and a little bit later a man of solid stature emerged.

"Hey, Mr. Benno. Welcome. What shall we make this time?

"Lutz"

"Yes, this is it"

Lutz took out the book board he was making for Fran and placed it on the table. Benno orders, pointing to the bookboard.

"I want you to make a part of this board, the same size as this. Carve my name on the back with our store crest on the surface."

The assistant takes out the measure and draws the dimensions onto the wooden plaque as he measures here and there.

Sieg came out of the back to see which tree to use, the crest, the spelling of the name, the font, etc. while watching the meeting, wondering how Lutz was doing.

"Sieg, brother, can I order one too?

"Mine?... Nothing good?

"I want a hard, thin plate. The sizes are well aligned and about this size..."

And when I made the size with my hands, I brought the measure as Sieg hastened. Determine the vertical and horizontal sizes properly and also the thickness.

"Make 70 of the same stuff"

"70 sheets!? What are you gonna do so much?

"Ugh, I make 'carta' with 35 basic characters"

Neither Gil nor Delia, my side-service apprentice, can read the letter yet. They sometimes help with paperwork and substitute for the Lord's letters, as Fran does, and it seems necessary to be able to read and write.

If I made a gift just for Fran, it's definitely visible that Gil is obstinate. When I thought Gil had something to give me, I wanted something to learn to write with pleasure.

If you make a carta out of a wooden board, the orphanage kids will be able to play with you. When you grow up, it's something you can remember anyway, so it's best to remember from a young age with a sense of play.

"Karta? Making something weird again?

"Yeah, yeah. How soon do you think you can do that?

"... because I'm just going to cut it in all sizes"

"You can't just hang up. I need you to brush it properly so the surfaces and corners are smooth."

"Like that pimple?

When I nodded loudly, Zeek scratched his head with Gasigasi. Though polishing one by one will take time, Carta's boards are not so hasty.

"I'm about ten days away from getting anything else I'm ordering, so hopefully by then,"

"Then you can afford it."

"How about double the price you had me make before?

"Ask your assistant for a second. I don't know much about the price."

When Sieg said that, it seemed that the assistant had been listening to Benno for a while, and he slipped his face over here.

"What do you mean you had it made before?

"During my winter handiwork, I asked Sieg to help me make a jar. With one medium copper coin."

"That means two medium copper coins this time?... If you ask an individual, I don't think it's a problem, but it's not enough to ask a workshop."

That's what the aide says, laughing at Niyaniya, but I didn't mean to make it that much of a livestock pricing. I also know the price of wood at the lumberyard when making paper. I also know the salaries usually paid to artisans.

I guess Lutz felt the same way. Keep your eyes sharp next to mine and stare at your aides.

"Given the cost of the tree and the money to pay the craftsman, assuming the same 30% of the workshop fees are handled in the store, I think Mine offered a reasonable amount of money that is somewhat affordable. It's not just one order, it's 70 orders."

Mine looks like a pre-christening kid, so you're totally licking it, right? and when Rutz had a grin very similar to Marc's, the aide drew his face.

"Lutz! What are you doing!?

"Work."

Sieg uttered a voice like when he yelled Lutz in the house. But Lutz doesn't take his gaze off his assistant.

He seems to be quite swamped by Benno and Marc, and Rutz interacts with his assistant with his chest stretched. By this time last year I was only able to read the numbers about the market price tag and Lutz's growth was remarkable that he was happy to finally write his name.

"Sieg, brother, Lutz is in business with an assistant, so don't interrupt me. You said you weren't sure about the charges, were you, Sieg, brother?

When I stopped Zeke, Zeke let his gaze come and go between me and Lutz like trouble.

"Mine...... But Lutz..."

"Lutz is working very hard as a merchant apprentice. Sieg, just like your brother is skilled as an artisan, Lutz has acquired knowledge and skills as a merchant."

There is little success in non-family jobs taught by parents here, where communication of information equals nothing but mouth. Maybe it's the first time in the house I've seen a scene where Lutz works, just denying his profession as a merchant. Sieg looked at Lutz with a complicated face, like he couldn't get the word out even if he wanted to say something.

"Sieg, brother, just admit to Lutz's efforts for a minute?

……

As a result of the discussions between the assistant and Lutz, the price was first determined by what I offered.

Benno, who was watching Rutz grow up as Niyanya, lifts me up with one arm, scratches my crouch and Rutz's head with the other, leaving the woodworking workshop.

I saw Sieg frowning tightly over Benno's shoulder.

Ten days later, the plates on which the iron pen and carta were based were raised. Of course, I finished the book board that Benno ordered. Holding a luxurious bookboard, Benno is in a good mood to go to the wax shop and pour in the wax to complete it.

"So, Mine. How do you use this?

Back at the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, Benno retrieved the booklets in a groan. Lutz, holding his own bookboard, also peeks intriguingly.

"This is for a memorandum on the go. Write a letter on this wax section using the iron pen that is hooked on this wheel. I make one side the size you can hold with one hand, and unlike paper, the board is hard, so it's easy to write, right? The charm of a calligraphy board is that people with ink kettles can write without having to be on their side."

Quickly, with Benno in his hand, I'll try to write a letter inside. It felt like carving thinly with an iron pen, leaving white marks.

"... I see. You leave a handwriting on the wax."

"Yes, if you close it, the letters inside won't even disappear, unlike the tablet. It's just that it's for the memorandum, so I have to write it down to something I can store paper and wood tags on when I get home. After you write it down, if you even the wax on this flat side, you should be able to use it again…"

It's not like I've used it before. I just read it in a book. An old taxpayer used a calligraphy board to make notes while straddling a horse, he said.

"Even if the wax inside runs out, you can use it if you can spin the wax back in.... Is this going to be a product?

"... exclusively for merchants and nobles who can read and write. Given the customer base, we have to hold down the workshop where the woodworking can be sculpted and decorate the frame like this. But it's convenient to say you don't need ink and you can write it right away"

That's how Benno acclaimed it, stroking his name and the crest of the store.

"Is it going to sell?

"I think it sells to merchants, but nobility is subtle. I always have a pen and ink to serve.... I think I might need it to serve the side."

"I saw how Fran was doing, too, and I came up with it. If you use side service, you don't need a lot of decoration, so the price will hold off."

"All right, let's buy the rights"

I sell off my rights to Benno. It's impossible to build a book board in the Mine Workshop right now than you need to build an iron pen, and now I want the money at hand.

"By the way, Mine. What do you use that board for?

Benno inquired, pointing to the plate that was falling apart in the bag. There is no service here that would put me in a bag. The basics are to take it home in my bag. Once the carta is done, it might be better to have my father build a box so it's easy to clean up.

"This is' carta '. It's not finished yet. We're going to have to write about it."

"Write?"

"This half is a picture tag, where you write a picture of the basic letter and the object that makes it an acronym. For example…"

And I opened my book board, and made an impromptu picture card on one side, and a reading card on the other. Draw an acronym for "me" and a painting of an iron pen, the other half with a reading tag for "iron pen. What to use when writing letters on a bookboard," he wrote.

When he finally showed Benno, Benno looked at me with a very bewildered face.

"... Could it all, you write?

"Yes, but?

There's no way I can let someone who doesn't know Karta. I'm going to finish the gift for Gil. Putting his chest up and saying so, Lutz held his head.

"Mine, leave it to another guy. Especially pictures. Then you don't know what you're drawing. I'm in trouble with the gills I got."

"You're a good writer, but you're a bad painter"

I took a good breath in the two relentless words. It's not like I'm bad at illustrations. At least, I've never been told I was bad during Reino.

"... hey, I'm not bad! It's a little deformed, so it may look like it, but it's just avant-garde! One of these days the world will catch up to me, so it's okay."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but admit the facts. I'll leave the painting to someone else. All right?"

... heh, I'm not bad.

I did not know if the opinions of Benno and Lutz were correct, so I asked the side servants for their opinions the next day in the temple's own chamber.

"... that's how Lady Benno told me."

Describing as I showed the paintings I had written on my book board, Delia turned her eyes round.

"Master Benno's right, it's not something you've been seen very much, is it? Haven't you ever seen a painting, Master Mine?

"There's a lot on the way to the Cleric Chief's room, so you can't possibly have never seen it, can you? He said he just didn't like Master Mine."

When I turned my gaze to Fran, pierced by the words of Delia and Gill, Fran frowned painfully and slightly missed his gaze.

"... right. He said it was very distinctive."

The language of the temple growing side growing up growing up looking at all the statues and paintings of religious relations placed in the prayer rooms, gates and corridors and the art decorated in the blue clergy's room was very spicy. Unless it's realistic and delicate, they can't admit it.

"Master Mine, why don't we leave the painting to Vilma? She must have been hand-in-hand with the painting from the blue witch she used to be."

"Huh? The handwriting of the painting? Can flanking do that, too?

"... because the Lord's ability to require flanking varies depending on what he seeks"

At the end of their baptism, the orphans become gray apprentices who work underneath, such as cleaning prayer rooms and corridors, laundry, etc. The seriousness and driving at that time seems to dictate whether side-servicing makes side-servicing an apprentice as his successor.

If you become a side-service apprentice, your residence moves from an orphanage to an aristocratic area. Seniors are beaten to do what is necessary to become a sidekick while doing a job that is very much the same as working in the aristocratic area.

"For this reason, you will always be taught only what to do to welcome guests, but depending on the clergy or witch you serve, the job description is completely different"

"Some witch apprentices can be taught about offering flowers, and some cleric apprentices specialize in calculations."

Ho ho, I ask Gil when he explains. Again, Gil's opinion on the position to get a gift is the most important one.

"Gil, what do we do? Do Vilma a a favor?

"Huh? Me? Why?"

To Gil, who seems strange, I teach him the reason for the reward.

"... you snuck me out to the orphanage kids every day, didn't you? It's a reward for Gil, who worked the hardest for those kids."

"A reward. Hmmm......"

After saying that, Gil began to worry.

After a while, for some reason, my face became more and more red and I held my head. "I don't like it. I can't tell you because I'm ashamed," he mutters. Ugh, or, uh, I started roaring around the scene.

Could you even have any pleasant feelings for Vilma? As I watched Gil's eccentricity with raw warm eyes, I wondered if he was ashamed to go to ask for it, and Gil looked up as if he had made a great decision.

"... Me, the painting is either way. If you don't have time for Master Mine, you can ask Vilma.... I just want Master Mine to write the words. Master Mine's letter, because it's beautiful, the... Um, uh-oh!

Gill rushes down to the first floor, seemingly unable to stand the embarrassment. Bang! and the noise of the door slammed shut loudly. He's probably caged in his room and shivering in embarrassment.

"... Dear Mine, would you like to?

"It was so cute that Gil, unfamiliar with praising someone, was desperately trying to praise him while he lit up, so I wanted to do everything I could to make a reading card"

"Then ask Vilma for the picture tag"

In the words of Fran, who has a laughing face, the picture tag was decided to leave to Vilma.

And I will hasten to call upon Fran, who, because of the passage of the story, tried to move into his work.

"Fran, wait. Give this to Fran."

"... to me?

I will take out the calligraphy board for Fran. It fits the size of an easy hand to hold, so although it is different in size, it is aligned.

"Fran's got the most work to do, right? It's hard to adjust every day because you only have one sidekick, but I even took on the director of the orphanage, right? I really appreciate all the hard work you're doing. A reward."

When I explained to Fran how to use the calligraphy board and said I saw Fran in trouble at the gate and came up with it, Fran narrowed his brown eyes and laughed happily.

"I didn't expect you to make the product immediately because you came up with it... I know I want to manage my health perfectly so that I can respond to Master Mine."

"Please"

I noticed Fran watching her gently take the bookboard with her dazzling eyes as Delia seemed envious. It's as easy to understand as ever.

"Here's Delia. Delia didn't go to the orphanage because she did her best to clean the ground floor while Gil wasn't here and deal with visitors when Fran wasn't around."

"What's this?

"It's a tablet and a stone brush. Now practice your writing. Can't side service be done without being able to pronounce the Lord's letter, too?

When I write the name of Delia on the tablet and give it to her, Delia stares at the letter so that she may eat in. Unlike Gill, Delia thought she might know a little bit about the letters, but maybe she wasn't taught the letters at all at the temple head?

"This is Delia's name. I need to be able to write my name first. Right?"

Time stood for a while and Gil finally seemed calm out of the room, so I give him the stone brush. Now that Delia and Gil had begun studying the letters, I began to write the letters of Carta with great care, so that I might set an example for Gil and the others. The contents of the reading cards are all about the Bible and God so that the temple-raised Vilma can paint easily.

Benno, who I wrote and saw the finished Carta painted by Vilma, wanted the right immediately, but Carta also wants to make it in the Mine Workshop for the children.

The basics are Benno's monopoly, but he also signed on to get 30% of the profit as an idea fee, after including making it in the Mine Workshop. Now, every time a carta sells, a little money comes in.

When my nostalgia got better, I exhaled lightly and relieved thinking earlier that I might be able to sell quite a few educational toys and entertainment items.