Ascendance of a Bookworm

"Dad, please"

"What?"

The fever does not go down, and I ask you to join hands with my father, who brought water to me sleeping in bed with him. On a tree that was extra in the house, big enough to hold in my hand, I wrote a mirror letter with a coal pencil and had it carved so that I could make a verdict.

"What are you doing, this?

"Mm-hmm. We're gonna use it to check the ink."

"...... ha. If the heat doesn't pull off, I won't show it when it's finished."

It's been two days since I asked my father. Although the fever finally went down, there was an argument between Lutz and his family as to whether it would be better to see how things were doing a little more because I would be absolutely excited if I let him go to the workshop, or whether it would be better to let him go because it was certain that he would be excited and fever anyway.

"Oh, I..."

"Mine only says he wants to go anyway, so shut up!

"... Yes"

The fact that everyone agreed with Thuri's words prevented me from taking part in that argument while I was in charge.

Fish for storage and find thin plates because you are free. Wrap a bloody cloth around the board in the corner of the kitchen where everyone is arguing and wrap more bamboo skin around it so it doesn't damage the paper from the top.

... Ugh, I got something that looks like horseradish. You'll need it when you make prints.

By the time Ma Lian could make it up, he seemed to have reached a conclusion, and today it was decided that he could go to the temple from tomorrow because of the way things were going.

My motivation is too much. Prepare used clothes that my father made for me, senko, soap and dirt and can be thrown away, and I will have to go out.

"Looking forward to it, Lutz"

"... well"

Lutz also seems to be looking forward to making new things, only a heartbeat.

"Hey, Mine. How do you make that? You can't get your hands on it, can you? Can you explain this to me first?

It is said that blue witch apprentices are not allowed to practice in the workshop. I nodded and began to explain to Lutz.

"When you make paint, it's a small amount. Because it mixes nicer. To begin with, you put coal on a marble table, right? Then you make an indentation in the middle with your fingertips, put a little linseed oil in there, and mix it with patehella. Oil is low and if you really don't have enough, it feels like mixing it one drop at a time to increase it. If you mix it all together in a patehella, mix it even with a conditioning stick."

Explained while showing the amount of coal and oil by hand, Lutz frowned slightly.

"... how long is it even?

"I can't say anything because it depends on the pigment. When I used to make it, it was 20 minutes... er, it was made about as long as the water in the soup pan boiled, but the difference is that people who used different pigments didn't finish it yet, even when the soup was ready"

We're going to work on it until it's glossy. Pretty tired even with temper and guts. Teaching in the time it took to cook, Lutz opened his eyes to surprise.

"... you could have made that? Mine?"

"I was sturdy and energetic before. They used to say that if you only read the book, you'd be fine. I went to the library in" School "and it was" Everybody's Award. "

"It's a long way from being tough right now, though."

Nod loudly at Lutz's words. If it wasn't for a body like this, I'd have had plenty more to do.

"Well, I'm going to the workshop."

"Yeah, I'll say hello to everyone and then I'll go."

"... ah. I'll just wait and relax."

Fran awaits at the entrance of the temple, so Lutz turns me over to Fran and heads to the workshop in a light foothold. Sleeping for a while I decided to go to my room once and face to face with everyone.

After finishing my greeting to the sidekicks in the room, Rosina pulled me over when I wanted to make ink quickly.

"I don't know what to make, but Fesh Peel practice is ahead of going to the workshop, Master Mine"

I finally went down in heat, got permission to go out, thought I could start making ink, but the obstructor came out unexpectedly.

"But, Rosina"

"Instruments are very important for daily practice. Master Mine has already taken five days off. You need to practice more than twice as much to get your reckoning back.... 5x in 5 days?

Rosina's eyes began to glow with pleasure at a place called Practice 5x.

I mean it.

If you're Rosina, you must seriously make her practice five times more. It doesn't bitter me at all to read a book all day, rather, just as I can enjoy it, Rosina is someone who can live with music.

I shook my head instantly.

"Eh! Please do as usual. I'll try to be serious!

"Okay, go ahead."

Rosina laughed nicholly and offered the smaller fesh peel. I will take it and set it up. The review meant that I tried to play the first assignment, but Rosina was right, and while I slept with fever, my arms were falling off, which was not very good.

This prevents us from moving on to the second issue. I practiced seriously with cold sweating thoughts, until 3 bells rang.

"Thank you for your concentration."

When the 3 bells rang, Rosina smiled and praised me so. I am unconditionally happy to be praised by the beauty.

Come on, now it's time to go to the workshop! I thought, next, Fran stood by and said, "The clergyman is waiting for you".

"Oh, you know, Fran. … I would like to go to the workshop."

"In the morning we are helping the Chief Cleric. Master Mine had been feverish for a while, and his clergy was behind him, and he was worried. Let's go together."

Fran doesn't seem willing to pull a step. It would also be true that I worried about the fact that I had been resting for a while.

But I want to go to the workshop. I want to make ink by throwing the sheriff's help at him when it looks like he's pompous.

"Ahhh... Fran......"

"If it was in the afternoon, I wouldn't say anything. We're here for you."

"Dear Mine, you have to smile with a nickel without showing emotion at times like this, don't you? Besides, there are a lot of bad things and bad things that have to be done, right?

I cannot disprove the opinion of Rosina, who is not good at calculating, who stacked a wooden plaque on the table saying to Fran, "To be processed by lunch," and I fall preoccupied.

I can't laugh in this situation. While I thought so, I felt like crying, and I tried to have a pulling grin.

"You're right about Rosina. I get it. I'm coming to the chief cleric..."

Disappointed to drop my shoulder, I went to the Cleric Chief's room. I don't hate to help you with paperwork, but I just feel billionaire today knowing you have fun ahead of you.

"Oh, you seem to have finally recovered. Come here."

At the same time as we face each other, I am given an anti-bugging magic device by the Chief Cleric. When I gripped it, I heard the Chief Cleric.

"It looks like a gray cleric in an orphanage a long time early this year went out and cleaned fireplaces and chimneys, but what the hell are you up to?

"Don't say what a bad thing people hear about plotting. I was just trying to make ink that would fit the plant paper. The gray priests were collecting coal for us as a raw material."

When I told him why, he held his head gently and the chief cleric sighed.

"I see. I understood that it was necessary for the workshop. But do something too flashy and keep in mind not to buy the temple chief's wrath"

"... Yes"

I forgot because I haven't even seen my face lately, but speaking of which, there was a troublesome man called the Temple Chief. Am I the only one who thinks I'm going to buy the temple chief's wrath no matter what I do?

After helping the clergyman and finishing lunch, I was finally able to work on making ink. Rutz seemed to predict that I would be detained in the morning, and he was taking command of the papermaking.

"If you take five days off, you've got a lot to do, right? Mine needs it to cool his head."

"... it's already cold"

The workshop was exactly lined up with coal collected by everyone and linseed oil purchased by Benno, lime purchased by Lutz and three sets of tools.

"I heard you all worked together to collect coal. I am very pleased. I want to try to make ink today. This will be a job that requires a lot of strength, so just focus on making paper as usual, except for the grey cleric who is an adult"

Thank you to everyone and start making ink.

"Okay, Lutz. Please."

The first hand is Lutz. Apparently he remembered exactly what he explained. Lutz puts coal on the marble table and lets his fingers indent the middle to drain just a little oil. Start working it out with Patehela without diffusion.

I remember making greasy paint, so I don't think it will fail for now. However, since I am not focused on the quality of coal and oil, the quality of the makeup may not be so good.

"Sounds like you've been mixed up in a good way. Shall we use the drill stick?"

I got Lutz to start with a small amount as the paint is better worked out and better done in small quantities, but it seems to be going pretty well. When the whole mixture is mixed, switch to a practice stick and practice, practice, practice, practice. Just practice it.

A sweat springs up on his forehead, his face turning bright red, and with all his best force, Lutz trims the ink.

Come on, Lutz!

You can't let me, the blue witch apprentice, get my hands on you, and if I get my hands on you badly, I'm just in the way. Because I have a lot of strength to work on it. Regardless of Reino's time, I can't help you now.

That would be just hard on the child's health, I thought, so I was preparing a gray cleric as a replacement personnel, but Lutz didn't make a weak noise and did it to the end.

"It would be fine if you could stick with so much luster."

I will quickly take out the judgment of my father's production, and put a ton of paint on it, and push it against the foulin paper of the failures placed in the workshop. The word mine could be pressed. The "ooh" blur occurs from the surroundings.

"... you've really got ink"

"I can't believe it can be done with coal and oil..."

The first grey clerics to see where they create new products look round their eyes and look at oily paint. Apparently I was half-hearted as to whether I could really do it with coal and oil.

I think maybe they make it in a similar way in the painting workshop, but the clerics won't have a chance to see it. Maybe the way you make paint will be a door-to-door treatment.

"Now try to make some gray clerics too. I'll put any ink I can in here."

Ask Fran to take the pottery vessel for putting in the greasy paint and ask Lutz to put the paint in it.

"Now, Rutz wash your hands and face well with this soap and take a break."

Instead of Lutz, one of the gray clerics starts making ink. The other two brought another tool and started making it together. Add a little oil to the coal and keep mixing.

While the Grey Cleric works hard to make it, I try to use greasy paint that I can make to write a letter on paper with a sharpened pen tip or a line on the board to see how the paint looks.

The viscosity is too high to be used as a normal ink replacement. Hard to use if it doesn't melt more. But it doesn't seem to be a problem at all to use as ink for prints. If you insist, prints are going to be difficult without the rollers you used in class. Difference can be made in ink thickness. I want a roller, or at least, something like a brush.

"How's the ink coming, Mine?

Lutz washed his hands and face back. Still, the black on my fingertips hasn't completely fallen off. We're going to need some powerful soap, too.

"That was a success. I want other colors at this rate..."

"Other colors? Can you do the colors?

Lutz rounds his eyes. And I said, If I have pigments, they are made in the same way. It's not like I can't have other colors. It's just a question of where and how to get that pigment.

"If pigments are anything but coal, what do you have?

"As far as I know, is it the subject that crushed the minerals? Simply put, crush the colored stone until it's powdered and make it with oil just like black."

Loess soil and iron oxide have been used as dyes since prehistoric times, and I think the blues that can be removed from lapis lazuli and azulite, and the reds that can be removed from valve patterns (benkana) and cherry sand (shin) are relatively famous. It's just a matter of whether I can tell if I can see something here in its original stone state.

"... Hey, Mine. Who the hell does crushing stones until they're powdered?

I shook my head at Lutz, who asked me terribly if I would do it. Exactly. I'm not going to let Rutz do the job of shattering stones. It won't be possible for a child's body.

"Is that who you work for?

"Come on?"

"I heard about the pigment at my mother's dye workshop, but if more people want it, the price of the dye will go up, so they won't like it."

When I talked to my mother about the pigment, she said, "I used to rub it with raw materials that I would dye even when there were going to be more painting workshops. Please stop Mine from rubbing. Mom, I can't go to work anymore," she stabbed me in the nail. I don't think I want to imitate it to make my mother lose her job.

Anyway, if you're going to collect it from the stones yourself, it's going to be difficult, though not impossible, to buy pigments as a mine workshop.

And the trouble is, I don't even know where the pigmented minerals can be picked. I guess because I've only been to the woods in and right next to the city.

"As long as we know where it is, is loess the easiest way to collect it? You have to shatter it to pigment it, but it's already pretty small, isn't it?

"So who's gonna shatter it?

Rutz's face claims, "I definitely don't like it." I don't have the equipment to crush the stone, and I don't have the arm strength, so now I think I should give up.

"... if you go to a stone shop like a timber dealer, you might have some stone shards though. It's hard to shatter it, isn't it? How to procure paint, why don't we go to the painting workshop and ask?

Just like the dyeing workshop, Lutz shook his head loosely, although he was likely to be reluctant.

"Whatever the tools, my husband said no to the paint."

"Oh, I knew it wouldn't go out the door?

While Lutz was talking about that, three grey clerics created oily paints. For being adult and powerful, he seemed to be able to do it faster than Lutz. I look at the paint that builds up in the pottery, and the ends of my lips go up at will with joy.

"Judges have succeeded, and we'll have to add more colors later, and then we'll have to make a picture book out of wood prints."

To do this, we have to rewrite the Bible to be child-friendly and get permission from the clergyman to see if there's a problem.

"Ink is a pretty hard job, so don't end it today. I'm weak, too."

"Yeah. It's papery, can I have a little multi-eyed thick paper for a picture book?

"Okay. Mine's in his room, thinking about the book, so take a break. All right?"

"Huh."

For one thing, the oily paint is finished, so I want to move on to making a picture book with this. I encouraged all the paper-dressing children in the workshop before returning to my room.

Turning to the clerk's desk, I quickly rewrite the contents of the Bible on the paper I received from Benno for my children. I want it to be a picture book, so I don't need that much detail, and the words should be as simple as possible.

Try writing it all down and reread it. There doesn't seem to be any particular problem. Now can I turn it into a picture book, or I'll get permission from the clergyman.

"Oh, yeah. If I'm going to make a picture book, I need to talk to Vilma... Rosina, will you follow me to the orphanage? I could discuss it with Vilma."

If a man goes to see a bad Vilma, his squire would be better at Rosina than Fran. That's what I thought, and when I spoke to Rosina, who was receiving practical guidance from Fran at the table, Rosina, who was glistening with the wood tag, smiled painfully. How painful the calculations seemed.

"Fran, Master Mine is here for you, so you're going."

Fran gets up and brings some wood tags, nodding gently at Rosina, who starts cleaning up with the shittiness.

"Now give this one to Vilma. Vilma doesn't seem to be very good at calculating either, because she doesn't seem to be able to do more than have the women's building taken care of"

Rosina, who was given a wooden plaque on her way to calculation by Fran and, furthermore, a wooden plaque about the women's building, blinked lightly, then laughed and showed it to Nicole.

"Yes, sir."

That's a lady. I don't even show you a fragment of agitation.

Rosina takes the ink, paper, board, etc., and heads to the orphanage. The kids work in the workshop, so in the meantime, Vilma seems to be cleaning and making soup. She's an orphanage mother.

"Oh, Master Mine. Rosina's with you."

Vilma greets me with a hearty smile, and I get followed and smile. My side serves beautifully and truly maintains my eyes.

"What can I do for you today?

I am advised to take my seat in the dining room, and I take my seat. After Rosina followed me, I told Vilma what I had to do for the day.

"Master Mine says he wants to talk about picture books today. He wants Vilma to paint. And here's the paperwork I left with Fran. They want Burma to take care of the women's wing."

Vilma only blued her heart on the wooden plaque stacked with Cotto. Rosina doesn't like to overcome. She finds her companion and laughs nicely.

"It's okay, Vilma. Because even if you don't like it, you'll be able to do it. He said the same thing about calculation and art, practice and habit are important. Hey, Master Mine?

"That's right. If you get used to it, you make fewer mistakes, and your speed increases. Let's get Vilma over it together."

"... Yes"

I asked Vilma and Rosina to read the text I had put together for my children to point out the strange and overly sharpened areas. It was suggested by Burma that he could not put in all the words he used for the carta in order to make it easier to remember the words, and he fixes the sentences with all the hard work.

In the meantime, Vilma had about half of the boards, roughly size A5, painted on sight.

"Thank you, Vilma. I know. You carve this, and I'll make a picture book. Let's look at the finish and then write on."

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it."

When I returned to my room with a groom, the wooden paintings were raised and Lutz was waiting for me in the shape of a ghost.

"Mine, you said to rest in your room, didn't you?

"That? Didn't you tell me to think about the picture book story?... Different?

Apparently, I heard it a little wrong. Lutz was so angry at me for not resting quietly in the room.