Ascendance of a Bookworm

Regardless of the reputation around me, I could only get a black-and-white picture book page for the baby. Satisfied with that, Lutz and I go home holding hands on the boulevard where the signs of autumn have intensified.

"I want to go back to making scripture for children because glue is made after winter support."

"You're turning it into a woodcut again? Doesn't paper seem easier? Mine can do it."

Lutz tilted his neck gently as I told Lutz so, wanting to make a book during the autumn of reading.

Rutz was right, it wasn't that hard to cut the thick paper and make the original. Because I can do it, I don't need so much strength.

"Yeah. Regarding the body, too, if you cut it with a cutter and try to write a letter, you don't have to mirror it. If it's a picture book with a small number of characters, I think this will still be fine.... I need to order some more cutters."

Because it will be custom ordered, the design cutter will be a little more expensive, but it's the same in that even if you want to do a woodcut, you have to have tools like a sculpture knife.

"It's only natural that the initial investment costs money, so you can't help it."

"... you're just like Mine said before. If I wanted to do something new, it would cost me money. It's the money I saved for that, okay?

Either way, I want to make typescripts for basic characters and move to typescript printing, but if I want to use them for printing, I have quite a lot of typescripts. You're going to need fine finishing to make typescripts, and if you want to make typescripts out of metal, it's going to be a little later because it's going to cost you more than it does now.

"Ha...... I still can't reach Mr. Gutenberg."

"Who is it, that?

"I am a great man who has accomplished a place equal to God's for me. My goal.... Now I just have to improve from where I can. Is there anything Lutz wants you to improve on?

"Is there any kind of tool to hold the paper down when printing it? After a bit of distraction, the paper shifts quickly, my fingers get dirty with ink, the ink doesn't quite fall off, and I have a lot of trouble"

Lutz is an apprentice to a merchant who deals with nobles. It's very bad to be as dirty on your hands as an artisan, even though you have to be careful about your taste.

Some means leave it to the gray clergy, but Lutz himself is obsessed with "I make what Mine thinks". When that happens, we just have to figure out a way not to get dirty as much as possible.

"Hmm, I think it would be pretty good if we just made the 'Gali Edition' printing frame first"

"Gallivan? What, that?

"Uh, I say 'Confucius' printing by drilling holes in the edition and painting ink, but 'Gali' printing is a kind of thing. In" Gali Edition "printing, I hold the paper down with wooden frames and nets, so I think the hands will be less dirty with that. Uh, like this."

I take out the calligraphy board and when I stop on the spot I begin to draw a diagram. I told a little Lutz, "Hey, Mine! At least, pull over to the end," he pulled, moving to the end of the street.

As I move the iron pen, I explain to Lutz.

"It has a wooden frame that can be opened and closed like this on a wooden platform the size of which can be placed on paper. The wooden frame and the table are fastened by hinges, and the wooden frame has a mesh frame. When printing, place the paper on this table, place the sheet paper, frame it down, secure it, and then ink it from above the net."

"Heh. If you can do it with a tree and a net, can you handle it?

Except for the raw paper and the sledding, it's not that complicated to make, so I think the easiest stuff could probably be made for Lutz as well. I don't feel confident about making my own is about a netted frame.

"Lutz, is it okay to order a job right now, the mechanic I asked you to make a"? Did you finish building the big one at the plant paper factory?

"... you have to ask your husband or Mr. Marc."

"Would you like to stop by and ask?

I pointed to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce, which I had just seen, and me and Lutz went inside.

Looks like I'm almost done with my job, and in some cases, I'm starting to clean up. I discovered Marc in a storefront feeling rushed, albeit in a flowing motion.

"Mr. Marc."

"Oh, isn't that Mine and Lutz? If you need me, I'll ask you in the back room."

By saying that it was out of the way to talk at the store, Marc sent me to the back room. In the back room, Benno was checking the books or something.

"Mr. Benno, can I borrow Mr. Marc tomorrow? I have something I would like to order from the mechanic who made the girder, so I want you to come with me to the workshop. Are you done asking for a plant paper workshop?

The mechanic who took care of the girder was told that the creation of Benno's paper workshop had also led to the creation of a large girder. Well, would I have my hands free now?

"Everything I ordered should have been delivered at once. Now what are we gonna make?

It's a netted frame.

Benno twisted his neck inexplicably in my answer.

"What, a net? What the hell do you use it for?

"When I use ink, I use it to keep Lutz's hands clean."

"I have no idea."

With that said, Benno turned his gaze to Lutz for an explanation. Lutz shook his head slowly to say he didn't know, even though he had explained earlier.

"Well, fine. I'll tell Marc. How's the time?

"... I want to go to the temple in the morning because Rosina tells me to come and practice fesh peel, is it okay in the afternoon?

"This one is more convenient this afternoon. See you tomorrow."

The following afternoon, after lunch, me and Lutz went to the Guilberta Chamber of Commerce, and Marc also headed with them to the workshop of the craftsman's street.

"Hello"

"... you guys again"

He was greeted by a very unpleasant facial mechanic who carved wrinkles firmly between his eyebrows. The Guest won't have that face, it's disgusting enough to think.

"Are you kidding me? I'm finally done, but give me a break for a job with tight delivery times."

It seemed so difficult to make a larger one for the workshop. I wave left and right as I compare the gentle smiling marc to the gentle looking artist.

"Um, no. I'd like to ask for a wooden frame this time."

"Wooden frame? Ask the woodworking workshop for that."

Scattered, the mechanic turns his gaze to the door as he moves his hand just to say.

"No, it's not just a frame, it's a yarn on a wooden frame like this... er, I'd like the silk thread to be reticulated, can you? Your eyes don't have to be that fine. Because it is necessary to hold the paper down so that it does not deviate or get better."

I take out the tablet and draw a diagram of the frame of the net that I want it to be made. The mechanic narrowed his tight eyes and stared at the diagram for a while, but exhaled as if he had no choice.

"... I can't. It's troublesome."

"Can I ask you a favor?

"It takes a lot of work, but it pays well. If it's a job other than" su ", fine."

"Regards"

I decided to have a netted frame made. When possible, a contract for delivery to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce will be signed by Marc.

"Mr. Marc, one more place. Can I stop by the blacksmith workshop? I'd like to order an extra cutter in the meantime. And I want to talk to you about the rollers."

If you're going to make an edition out of thick paper, you'll need more than one design cutter. For me and Lutz cutting through the letters, then, I want to prepare for Vilma's.

Then, if you want to apply ink evenly, I still want a roller. But all I know is rubber rollers and sponge rollers. Is there something I can substitute? I wish I could wrap the cloth around it without it, but how comfortable would it be to use it?

"Mine, what the hell is that little blade for?

"I use it to cut paper. 'Cause it's too big for a knife to put in a fine slice."

"I see."

Go to the blacksmith workshop and order two additional design cutters. Johann took it on with a good smile. Apparently it's a lot of fun ordering where you can use your technology with no extra space.

"And then I want a roller..."

"What kind of stuff?

I draw and show diagrams to explain the use. I can just lean my neck when I explain rubber and sponges.

"Do you ink it by rolling it with a cylindrical object? You've ordered something unusual again."

"I want a cylindrical object with these handles that won't rattle me if I roll them. Once the cloth is wrapped around the surface, I think the ink will come on, so I'll leave it to the material."

It's a little resilient and I wish I had a material with ink on it, but I should be able to figure it out without it.

"... ok. If that's all, it's not hard. If I could, I'd take it to the Gilberta Chamber of Commerce again, wouldn't I? Leave it to me."

I just left the blacksmith workshop and split up with Marc and me and Lutz go home.

"The only remaining problem is the painting, right? I think it would feel like a shadow painting if I cut the thick paper and made a version and printed it. Thanks to the design cutter, I can leave a little thin lines, but I guess I'll have to ask Vilma to devise a way to paint."

"I think it's pretty easy to do if you have something to set an example for, huh? I'm not sure I know what Mine's talking about."

I nodded, I see. Surely no matter how much they explain things they've never seen, they won't understand right away.

"Well, then, I don't know if that would help, but shall I make it?

"Huh? Mine? Are you okay?"

Lutz looks at me anxiously with his face drawn. I just painted a deformed picture once, how on earth am I underrated about my painting? Even though this was more or less 4 grades in art.

"I'll be fine because I'm going to base my painting on Vilma. Rude."

When I went home separated in the square of Lutz and Well, who looked at me worryingly until the end, I quickly made reference to the wooden prints of Burma to draw the outline of the goddess and divide it into black and white with a coal pencil, like a shadow painting. It's simple, but I feel easier to see than wood prints.

"Isn't that pretty good?

However, I don't know if this is acceptable here because this is still a sentiment I see in my eyes that leaves my sensibilities as a Japanese. Praising delicate and realistic paintings, here the shadowy ones may also be rejected because they are too simple.

The next morning I bagged a print that was subtle and a shadow painting that I had painted so that it could be shown to Vilma. I also have a design cutter and a coal pencil ready so I can give it to Vilma.

"Morning, Lutz. How about if the painting looks like this?

I showed Lutz, who picked me up, the shadowy goddess I painted yesterday. Lutz, who seemed anxious, opened his eyes gently and, after a serious look at the painting, exhaled in a hoarse manner.

"Wouldn't this be nice? I think it's easier to see than wood prints."

"Good. I'll talk to Vilma and see if I can fix this."

In the afternoon I headed to the orphanage with a wooden painting that was subtle and a shadow painting that I had painted, then a design cutter and thick paper. Rosina accompanies you when you go to see Vilma.

"Welcome, Master Mine"

On the table in the dining room I gently offered Vilma a wooden painting. Vilma frowns at it, bewildered, to her hands.

"Dear Mine, is this...?

"Vilma's paintings are very delicate, and this is what happens when it comes to wooden prints where you have to carve boards. Now we're going to lose the virtue of Burma's painting, right? So I wondered if I could make it another way, and I thought,"

And I said so, and offered the shadow. I'm a little hesitant to show it to the main office, but I won't move on unless I show it to you.

"I think it's easier than carving a plate. I just wanted to hear from Vilma, who specializes in painting among the arts..."

Vilma looked at my shadow painting, took a small breath, and opened her eyes.

"... this is Master Mine?

"Yes. I tried to make it with a sample that would look like this if I were to cut paper with just white and black, with reference to the painting of Vilma, but what do you think? I think it's going to be a lot different than what I've been painting, but, uh, do you know the vibe?

Can't you? Asking Vilma, thinking, Vilma shook her head pretentiously, happily glowing her brown eyes.

"I've never seen it before. I know I want to try to make it this way. I'd like to see how far I can go with a new approach."

"Now I give Vilma this cutter and coal pencil. Try everything on the paper I gave you before. This is real thick paper. We'll print the first one and see how it goes again."

To Vilma, who sparkles her eyes and enchants herself in the shadow painting, I gave her the tools I had brought to set out my precautions when using them. It's about Vilma. I'm sure you'll paint much nicer than me soon.

While Vilma tried and missed the new method, I was writing on thick paper and making a copy of paper.

Once Johann, who had a fast finish because of making it, delivers the design cutter and roller, now Lutz and I will carefully cut through the letters we wrote. Decent and detailed work, but if you print this, you think it will be a book, you can work hard.

And before I could paint Burma, I had the frame of the net I was asking the mechanic for. So I decided to go to Rutz's house and ask Ralph and Sieg to make a frame where I could fit a gari-printed tree table and a net.

"What the hell is there?

"Here's the thing! We need to keep Lutz's hands clean. Please, brothers."

I drew blueprints on paper, and thrust the finely sized into the two of them with a burn.

The blueprints seem to look closely at the pattern of work, and Sieg and Ralph start making them right when they look at it. Along with a light meeting, I've taken out the boards and nails.

"Like this?

"Wow, brothers! Perfect."

That's a woodworker apprentice. There is no deviation. A wooden frame was quickly created in which the net could be beautifully fitted.

When I praise him, Ralph snarls his nose and makes fun of Lutz, "Because I'm being craftsman, just like Lutz is being a merchant."

"Then you can build this table next time, craftsman"

To the words of Rutz, who swelled his cheeks softly, they restarted their work, clapping their shoulders and laughing lightly.

"Ah, this, then, doesn't fit. Lutz, bring that board over there."

"Polish this carefully. You're gonna use it, aren't you? If there's any weird sashimi left, you'll get hurt."

"They're both rough," he said.

As usual, Lutz exhales a little relief that although used, the tingly atmosphere like a temporary one had disappeared.

"Sieg, brother, put this on too so you can secure the net to the wooden frame"

Ask Zeke to attach a dragonfly to the wooden frame as well. Dragonflies are parts for fixing nets to wooden frames. It is made of metal and teardrop-shaped, and by screwing it to the frame and rotating it, it attaches and removes the net. Would it be easy to understand when it comes to parts for fastening the back plate such as the frame?

Then, fasten the wooden frame and table with a hinge. Have a plate about 5 mm thick installed on the table so that the paper can be aligned when printed.

The table was finished for printing in a shorter time than expected.

"Oh, thank you, brothers. Well, thank God."

Are you ashamed to thank your family again, Lutz looks that way as a little lit up? The said brothers also looked troubled and missed their gaze.

It's not that big of a deal.

"Yes, yes. It's just pocket money."

If I were you, I would hug Tulli and show my utmost gratitude with my body, but I guess this is the best for this brother. I think we've made a lot of progress from having no conversation at all.

As I watched him raw and warm, the three men who noticed his gaze took a small breath.

"Mine, don't look too over here!

Around such a place my voice is aligned, my brothers, and my eyes become even warmer raw.

"Lutz, send me mine!

"That's right. I'll clean this one up!

"Let's go, Mine!

In collaboration with my brothers, I was immediately taken out of Rutz's house. Too bad I wanted to see more heartwarming brotherly exchanges.

"Mine, think about it. Now you got it all? All we have to do is paint Vilma, right?

Lutz forcefully changes the subject. He doesn't want to be steamed back about how much he exchanges between brothers.

I try to think of all the things I need to make a book. The paper is ready. I also got ink. I also got a copy of the text. I also got a roller. I also had a table for printing. Now, if Burma's painting is completed, the contents of the book will be finished.

"Hey, Lutz. If you can afford it, make some paper for the cover. I want to put the paper between the embossed flowers on the cover."

"Oh, is that it? It's beautiful. Then I'll take them to the woods tomorrow."

All ready and just waiting for Vilma's paintings, she soaked up plenty of reading in the library this afternoon.

After lunch, come on, Gil got a message from the orphanage kid that he had a painting of Vilma when he intended to read it again today, and he came into the room.

"Master Mine, we have a copy of the paper. My little ones are asking me to come and get the paper because I need a favor."

In Gil's words I felt my eyes become brighter. The fact that a copy of the paper has been made means that it can be printed.

"Gil, will you tell the workshop I want you to get ready for printing after lunch? Rosina, let's go to the orphanage."

"Master Mine, please calm down. God's grace hasn't reached the orphanage yet."

"... you did"

Remembering that there was a difference in lunch time with the orphanage, I sat back in my chair.

Gil laughed small and said, "If the little ones come to the workshop, I'll come to teach them, so Master Mine can just remember and wait in prayer complaints," and remind me of the assignment given to me by the clergyman.

As I softened, I tried to memorize my prayer complaint as Gil told me. This is a complaint that is used when a request is made by the Knights in the fall, and I don't know when, so I'm told to remember perfectly from now on.

... Oh, I need to go and ask what's going on with the ritual costumes, too.

Upon the news that the children had finished their meals, I went lightly with Rosina to the orphanage.

In the dining room where he had just entered the orphanage, Vilma waited with a slightly nervous face instead of the usual serene smile. A size A5 paper is placed on the table.

"May I see it?

"Yes, take a look"

The carefully cut version of the paper retained the peculiarities of a delicate Burmese painting, while the lines were simply organized.

"Well!"

Rosina glances lightly and raises her admiration.

On the occasion of the Dark God's encounter with the Goddess of Light, it is the Goddess of Light that brilliantly describes the shadows of her hair and the wrinkles of her costume, although the more cut out leaves more of the Dark God, the White. I immediately inked it and wanted to see the finished shape.

"... nice! Try printing it right away. I told Gil to get ready."

I asked Rosina to bring me a copy of the paper and I immediately stood up to go to the workshop.

"Oh, uh, Master Mine!

"What's wrong, Vilma?

Vilma looks at me with a look like she made a serious decision. After several small movements of his lips, he pressed his fingers together so hard that his fingertips grew white on his chest that he inquired with a trembling voice.

"Wow, may I join you in the workshop?

"I don't mind, but are you okay?

Vilma didn't like men, she didn't want to get out of the orphanage, and she heard she wouldn't even show her face in the workshop. I'm worried about the kids, but I'm scared and my legs are tickled.

"It hasn't changed that I don't like you... but I'm curious, concerned, and I can't get anything out of my hands about what it would look like if I printed it. It didn't turn out the way I thought it would, and this is also a new method, so I don't know what it would turn out to be."

Apparently the wood print finish was a rather unintentional result for Vilma, although it was subtle for me. It is the first time for Vilma to cut paper and create a painting as simple as a shadow painting, rather than texturing it in fine black, and I know very well that the results are concerned.

But is it okay with Vilma's mind? I don't like going to the workshop, but there are gray clerics, and they're going to meet each other in the face. Will I be able to stand Burma, who said adult men are scared?

"I would be comfortable with Master Mine..."

While Vilma hesitated, the moment she said so, the feeling of worrying about Vilma blew up in me. Instead, a sense of purpose springs up.

"I will never be close to Vilma. Come with me."

"Master Mine, is it supposed to keep your side service mainly away from your lord?

Rosina's frightened voice has interrupted, but I don't care about that. It's important that Vilma was willing to leave the women's wing of the orphanage just a little bit, and that I'm counted on.

Make sure to gently pull Vilma's hand off the anxious grin holding her chest with one hand, and I head down the stairs behind the dining room to the Mine Workshop from the back entrance.

... I will protect Vilma! Where I can count on you, I have to show you!

At the moment I strained, I stepped off my feet on the stairs and was lifted up by Vilma to gain nothing.

"Are you all right, Master Mine!?

"Uh, yeah."

"Dear Mine, it's okay to strain, but don't lose your composure."

Rosina's novel, with a nickel and a laugh, just stabbed me in the chest.