Ascendance of a Bookworm

"What the hell are you gonna make me work outside?

"… it is a service in a restaurant, a shop serving dishes like the one the nobles are eating"

You remembered when you spoke in my room before, oh, and the chief cleric muttered small.

"Making him serve means he has to be one of the gray clerics who's experienced flanking, right?

"Gray clerics with side-servicing experience have soft waists, good people, good posture, and best of all, but even Gil, who has just been side-serviced, is able to do it to some extent, so I think if you educate him, you'll be able to do it quickly"

Although it would be more helpful to have one experienced person, even if he is not a grey cleric with side-serving experience, it is not particularly problematic. The orphanage children are basically quiet and submissive because the subjects they are looking at are side-services and blue clerics and are taught not to be violent, or because they are trapped and taught from birth to obey.

With the role models close by, it's not that hard to educate them.

"... if you're going to be able to do it soon, you can educate the civilian population in the lower town, right?

"There is a huge difference in terms of whether or not you know the aristocracy closely. Posture, lumbar, verbal..."

If it's easy to educate, Benno won't worry either. The food and beverage outlets in Lower Town are mostly females who are also prostitutes. And while cook apprenticeships are driven out when they're busy, they think it's basically a lesser degree of work.

We have to hire them as salaries, but recruiting them will undoubtedly make all the women close to the poor. Then the upscale atmosphere of the store will be broken. To educate, as Lutz struggles so hard, it's not easy to change all of his posture and language.

"Benno's wouldn't be that bad of a quality, would he? If you were a squire at that time, would you do it?

Benno's squire, as the Chief Cleric knows, is Marc. Marc excels among the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. With Marc educating, employees are not allowed to serve them, although everyone has good physical and verbal skills.

Dalua, who is contracted at Benno's store, is basically the children of merchants who want to connect with the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce. Regardless of the work related to clothing and paperwork, the salary is not in the job description. Also, if I let you, you'd eat a lot of rebellion.

"If it was a gray cleric who was a sidekick, it's a natural job to be able to do, but without a guardian, can you make him work? Who the hell is going to be your guardian? And if only that person gets paid, there will also be inequalities within the orphanage, but what's your view on that?

If I were one or so, I wouldn't know if Benno could be the guardian of all the services I needed, although he might be the guardian. And I had no idea about the pay gap that happens in orphanages.

"... can't answer right away"

"What else? It's not that easy."

The Chief Cleric exhaled slowly. Although it's not an easy issue, I found that unless I had that answer, I wouldn't be able to get permission.

"I'm not looking to get your permission right away today. I just wanted to ask you what the chief cleric thinks.... What does the Chief Cleric think about putting gray clerics outside?

The clergyman, who took my question straight and gently slapped his temples with his fingertips, thought with a slight narrowing of his eyes.

"Hmm. Right.... thinks it's tough"

"Tough?"

"If I look at you, I know, but there would be a big difference between outside and the temple, wouldn't there? You think the gray priests, who only know inside the temple, can suddenly tame the outside world?

I took Fran and Gill and shook my head slowly, remembering the first time I walked outside.

"If it's just inside the restaurant, I think we can handle it. Other than that..."

If you are working in a restaurant that mimics a nobleman's room and treats guests to nobility, the gray clerics you serve will basically behave correctly. I have an exchange as a business, but if you look at what you say and do at Mine Workshop, I think you'll be fine.

But once you step outside the restaurant, it becomes a world where the common sense of the temple doesn't entirely make sense.

"Besides, by going to work, what if a cleric who finds out outside wants to live outside? Can I guarantee you a life outside?

"I think that's... difficult. I'm a child, so I can't be a guardian, and even if I asked Mr. Benno, all I could prepare would be treated the same as a resident apprentice. It's tough to live alone with a cleric outside who's used to everything being given as God's grace"

I work the temple down, and when I get back, I have rice. Especially now that Mine Workshop makes money from Trombe paper, we can eat rice to the extent that we can all be satisfied to some extent. If I were to live outside the temple, I would make it myself or eat it outside after work, but I don't think I could put up with the taste outside to a cleric who is used to being fed a noble meal.

Even if the rice problem is solved by bribery, it's a little scary to put a cleric outside who has never shopped and doesn't know how to use the money.

"And then, this is the most important thing to me, how's the public eye on hiring those who were orphans? Do you accept me favorably? It wouldn't be, would it?

"... I think it's tough"

Even considering my family's reaction when I tried to enter the temple, my awareness of the wind and temple for orphans was not very good. If you look at the job description, I think it will be appreciated, but I can expect the eyes of prejudice to be pretty tight until then.

"Furthermore, is it unlikely that being in an orphanage will be painful, due to the inequalities that arise by going outside, between those who work in the temple? Surely, didn't the family of a boy named Lutz also begin with a change in his work industry?

"... Yes"

Different types of jobs, different salaries. It could be worse than what happened in Lutz's family because until then common sense will no longer prevail in a temple, orphanage, where everyone wants equality.

And I have to clean up that mess more than I'm getting the title Dean Orphan.

...... that's scary.

The confusion caused by sudden change is completely unpredictable ahead. When people ask me if I can take all of that responsibility, I want to escape.

As I foresaw the fright in me, the clergyman's sharp gaze loosened slightly.

"I don't think it's a problem for me to work at Mine Workshop. As you said, we're making money, and we've got an orphanage environment. Benno and the merchants went in and out, only to and from the woods, but I heard the children were feeling better by touching them outside. But there must be a big difference between working inside the temple, following the rules of the temple, touching a little outside, and going outside and working according to the rules of the outside."

"Right."

When I nodded, the Chief Cleric gave me a slightly relieved look at what I was convinced.

"Most importantly, I still don't know Benno very well when I say that Benno will be my guardian. There is not even a criterion for determining whether credit can be placed over lower nobles who buy gray clerics as a lower job. I don't even know if a place called a restaurant is a working environment for clerics."

"Well, if the Chief Cleric would come to the tasting, would you look at the environment and judge it for yourself?

When I smiled and suggested to the chief cleric, the chief shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

"I don't know what you're up to, but you've got everything on your face that you're not thinking about. Be able to hide your emotions.... Anyway, I admit merchant entry to Mine Workshop, and I can allow more job descriptions, but I reject clerics going out to work"

I didn't feel so disappointed because I expected it to be rejected. Instead, I think it would be nice to change it one by one, and then the clergyman will acknowledge it.

"... ok. Until the restaurant is ready, even slowly, so I will try to make sure the clergyman understands Mr. Benno. Mr. Benno."

"Aren't you trying?

"I will, but I have a pile of other things to work on."

"I see."

The clergyman laughed in a small way. "Give priority to those who behave like nobles," he said.

... My priority is to make a picture book for the baby I'm going to have.

"That's why the clergy went out to work was rejected"

The next day, when there was a meeting with the chief cleric, I reported as usual in Benno's shop. Report that the clergyman was refused to go outside after enumerating what had come to his attention in the meeting of nobles.

"Again," he muttered, assuming that Benno would be rejected as well.

"Hey, Mine. Why don't you put a feeding education in Mine Workshop work because you've been allowed access to the workshop?

"Um, it might be just right for foreign currency earners during the winter months when they can't make paper. But I'm going to let you do the handiwork."

Winter is a season of heavy firewood and food. I can't even find it in the woods, so I really need to buy it. Being trapped in the snow, it's important to be able to make money in your spare time.

"What do you make me do in an orphanage?

"I plan to make toys with a lot of things. I'd like to buy a lot of boards from a woodworking workshop, but if you know Benno's workshop, he's busy prepping for a restaurant, right? Would you like to introduce me to the other workshops?

I would ask you to spare me any further extended delivery time to the restaurant. Even if they say it's normal here, I don't feel like falling for the plan.

"Others..."

"This will be the winter support of the orphanage, so delivery time is important."

Benno is reluctant to introduce the others, but honestly, he has trouble putting the job he asked for behind him. I want to ask where you can ensure delivery.

"If you're dating and it's that hard for Mr. Benno to introduce you, can I ask someone else to introduce you?

"Your others must be Frieda, right? No."

Benno opened his eyes with excitement. Frieda thought she definitely knew another workshop than Benno, but it was dismissed before I gave her my name.

"... I have no choice. Let's talk to the parents of the workshop and introduce them to another workshop."

"Then I'd like an ink workshop first. I also want ink. Instead, it doesn't make sense if there's no ink on the board alone."

When I said, ink, ink, several times, Benno stood up after scratching his head a few times that seemed troublesome. Lift me up and walk out of the room on my big crotch.

"Marc, take Mine and come around the ink workshop and the woodworking workshop. Lutz, come."

"Yes, sir"

I went to the store selling ink, held by Benno.

So check the price of the ink arranged on the shelves and feel the distance to the printing business at too high a price.

"Do you have any other ink?

"I'm not selling it here. If you really care, go directly to the workshop."

When I heard the location of the workshop where Benno was making ink next to me, which was dripping, I now headed to Craftsman Street.

When I go to the Ink Workshop on Craftsman Street, I feel my nose twinkle due to the cluttered smell. Benno dropped me off and I walked myself into the workshop.

"... it's unusual for a customer to come here directly. What are you doing here?

It seems that the ink is required only for the millionaires who can read and write the letters, so they order it in the store where it is handled, not in the workshop. No one seems to come to the workshop smelling tough like drugs.

The parents of the workshop, with black stains all over their faces and clothes, stare at us with a strange face. It would be a fine job to extract pigments or formulate ink. He looks like a nervous man.

"Well, I'd like to know what kind of ink it's made of."

"Type?"

To my question, my parents looked down at me, deepening the wrinkles between the brows that were engraved, even if they were normal.

"Yes. How are you making it?

"Ma'am, manufacturing is not something I can teach you."

My parents, who whispered their noses when they said they were not going to talk, were going to cut the story off now, and I hurriedly add the words.

"I don't want to know how to make it... I want to know the type of ink. Is it" immersive "ink," lamp black "or are you dealing with viscous ink...... That's what I want to know."

"... Huh? What?"

It doesn't seem to work at all for my parents because I don't know the name of the type of ink in this world. In an attempt to somehow elicit information, I desperately wonder if I can't identify the type of ink in the words I know.

"Um, how many types of ink do you handle here?

"Ink is ink. There's only one."

Don't ask the obvious, my parents flatter their shoulders.

"Well, let me know what kind of ink you're making because this one says roughly how to make it"

"Ah."

My parents nodded slowly after closing their eyes gently looking troublesome.

Assuming that perhaps immersive ink is made, I will explain the method as clearly and briefly as possible.

"Take the dye out of the plant tumor, ferment it, iron ion... mix the iron salt together, of the wooden skin..."

"That's it! How do you know that!?

A breathtaking parent has embarked on a journey through the troublesome look of the past. To too much momentum I ask as I step back.

"There's no other kind, is there?

"... you have other ink?

To observe from the reaction of the close-eyed parent, apparently we only really deal with immersive (and soggy) ink here. I couldn't wipe away my dismay, and I dropped my shoulder and shook my head.

"It's fine if you haven't made it. Buying is better at the store than ordering here, right?

"Oh yeah...... Oh, wait a minute! How do you know that!?

"Whatever you said, I just remembered it because I'm interested"

Answering as he hid behind Benno, his parents exhaled slowly. After putting my arms together and thinking about something for a while, I took a step back.

"Lady, you said there was some other ink?

"Yes, I said it. Can you guess?

When I looked up at my parents only slightly, they shook their heads with a sinister face.

"No.... Miss, what's your name?

"Benno of the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce is the guardian. If you need to talk, ask this way. That's all the questions are. You interrupted."

When Benno stops his name by holding my mouth, he lifts me up and turns back on my heels.

Benno's back, from the front for me being held up, my parent's gaze was thrown.

"... Gilberta Chamber of Commerce. Okay."

Leaving the Ink Workshop, now heading to the Woodworking Workshop. In the way thereof I was preached by Benno.

"You... suddenly what are you going to say!?

"Huh? I just checked the type of ink?

"I can manage some more... oh, you can't"

I didn't mean to sell the fight, and I think we just spoke peacefully, but from Benno's point of view, he didn't. But what other way to ask is there more than no type of ink here? I don't think it makes sense to say ink or printing ink.

"I've been expecting ink since I heard it was one of a kind, but all it was made of was" immersive "ink."

Immersive ink is a commonly used ink in Europe. It was widely used due to its ease of manufacture, durability and high water resistance. Unlike ink, it is also an advantage that it adheres securely to writing on parchment paper and cannot be erased by rubbing or washing it.

However, as the iron mixes and oxidizes, the dried ink becomes tangled between the fibers and the written surface corrodes. Plant paper corrodes faster than parchment paper, and sometimes holes are drilled in the letter area in decades or years.

I can tell you that I have a bit of a problem with the baby I'm going to have and the book I want to save. Trombe paper, which is hard to burn, seems to be as trivial as iron oxidation, but this time it's too costly and cheerful.

"I figured I should make my own ink too?

If you want to write on vegetable paper, ink might be better suited. Even if it is immersed in ink, you may want to dilute the acidity and bring it closer to neutrality, but that can be like selling a fight to vested interests. It would be better to develop ink other than immersive ink.

"Hmm? You're gonna fight and sell to the ink association from the front?

"Why are you looking so excited? I'm not selling you a fight."

... How can I be so peaceful and inconvenient compared to the belligerent Mr. Benno?

"I think it would be troublesome if I had to make ink even though I was done buying it compared to all the ink, but I basically hate contention."

To my objection, Benno starts walking, sniffing at me like it doesn't seem funny. Shaken by Benno's steps, I thought alone about ink.

"'Ink' might be better for vegetable paper. But if I wanted to make it a print, I'd like some viscous ink. Oh, wait a minute." Museum "had prints of" Ancient China, "and can you handle it in" Ink "? Why don't you make some 'greasy paint'? Or," Rock Paint "? Crayons get dirty when rubbed, so they're not a bit suitable for prints and picture books."

In Reino's time, he said, "This would interest you, wouldn't it? I have tried making sunflower ink, greasy paint, and crayons with my mother, but I was able to buy ingredients from the store. It's hard to get all the equipment and materials together here.

... I put crayons in a case of lipstick and lip cream to solidify them. Even if it's a sealed container that packs paint. Yeah, but what am I supposed to use here?

"Hey, Lutz. What's Mine saying?

"You just have to listen to what you're thinking because it's just leaking out of your mouth on its own. I'll keep doing this until I get the answers right in me."

"... right"

Whatever you make, it's hard to align the pigments. Will I have to gather coal again, just like I did when I was a coal pencil?

"Hmm, but unlike in the old days, if you want to get glue (wrinkles) and wax now, you can, so the conditions are quite different..."

Compared to when I didn't even have the money to buy a nail, it's still easier to get ingredients now. The difficulty should definitely be lower than it was back then.

"Hey, Lutz. It's the same as when you were on paper, and if you don't make a prototype for a moment or so, you can't even tell me you want one of these, can you?

When I asked Lutz so that I could ride myself out of Benno's shoulder, Lutz shrugged his shoulder.

"... have you decided? What kind of ink do you make?

"I'll try to make an object from one end that's going to be ink on the print. Best I could do, so I'll make a picture book."

Let's work together, Rutz told Rutz, and Rutz exhaled a great deal. "You haven't given up your picture book yet," he said.

"It's a gift from your sister for the baby, isn't it? There's no way you're giving up, is there?

"... right? I thought Mine Workshop was finally settling down, but I'm going to be busy again"

That's what Lutz said, like he was in trouble, but he laughed like he found reward.