Ascendance of a Bookworm

The situation in the worried lower town also seemed to be over with no particular problems, exhaling a ho and a relief. However, from what I've heard, the acceptance of merchants this year alone seems to be a limiting state. It will be difficult to increase the number of trading partners next year. The luxury inn and its employees can't be ready in just one year until the merchant's portion, which will increase next year.

...... it might be better to also look at selling how to make lincolns and hair decorations.

The next morning, the gray clerics really moved out early in the morning, harvested vegetables in the field and packed them in their luggage.

In the meantime I am breakfast. Today's dedication is fresh vegetable soup and salad just harvested in the fields of the Little Temple, and the bacon brought from Aerenfest is quickly cut and baked.

The bread that Hugo has been planting for me since yesterday is eaten with plenty of jams made of nuts and honey called Violebe, which looks exactly like black. This jam was picked for me by the witches of Hasse in the woods, and boiled, and prepared for today. A little sour Violebe is turning off the sweetness of honey, which is very tasty.

"The soup and jam were delicious this morning. Thanks to the vegetables we all grew."

"This little temple is surrounded by the magic of Lord Rosemaine and is rich in forest grace."

Thor says the land around the small temple is fatter than Hasse, who separated the thin river. I'm going to devote plenty of magic to the magic stones in the prayer room so that next year there will be delicious vegetables.

At the end of breakfast, we'll drop off the carriage back to Aerenfest. The carriage to the orphanage is packed with gray clerics of the replacement, vegetables harvested by the Tors, printed materials made of Hasse and documents related to the financial affairs of the small temple.

Fathers, give the soldiers their usual travel expenses and ask them to escort them to the temple.

"Snow will be deep in winter and garbage disposal will be difficult. That's why don't you be careful not to be in a situation where the lower town is in trouble when it's spring"

"Yes, now that the roof is built so that it can be thrown away even if there is snow, all you have to do is cooperate. I'll look around as much as I can. We, the soldiers, are always at work."

In the snow I remember my father, who was at work, and I nod lightly. You won't have to worry about Lower Town if you leave it to your fathers. With the soldier's salute, and if you return it, the carriage began to move with Gotgoto.

After I drop off the carriage that's getting smaller, I'm leaving, too. We have to check the work of the tax collector on his way to Hasse's Winter Hall.

I talk to Nora as she sees Hugo and Ella leaving Monica, Rosina, and the gray clerics and gray witches to clean up after breakfast getting ready to leave, giving lunch lunch to Fran.

"Nora, are you okay with this winter support now?

"Yes, winter support is available in cooperation with Hasse residents. We can't let the Plantan Chamber of Commerce take care of us forever."

There has been an intermediary of the Plantan Chamber of Commerce so far, but it seems that by putting money and manpower out of the small temple, Hasse and I have successfully established a system of cooperation. Let's also thank Richt later and ask him for future cooperation.

"Dear Rosemaine, we are ready"

"Okay, Nora. I'll ask for the later. With the small temple changing slightly, clerics from the Aerenfest orphanage will be bewildered. Tell him how you're going to live. At the same time, do not deviate too much from the life of the temple or revisit their lives. If you change too much, it's hard when you're going to an orphanage in Aerenfest."

"Yes, I understand"

Now that Monica and the others were ready for their next accommodation, I also took a Lesser Bus with Fran and Angelica to the Winter Hall in Hasse so that I could walk side by side in Monica's carriage.

Monica and the others will join the tax collectors in the winter hall to move to today's inn, and I will confirm the work of the tax collectors in Hasse before moving on horseback.

"Monica, I'll see you later"

"Yes, Master Rosemaine"

When I dropped off the Monicas leaving the Winter Hall in Hasse, I turned to the square with the guidance of Richt. And see the work of the tax collector moving the harvest to the castle.

I could see the cloth attached to the magic formation spread wide over the stage on which the ritual was performed, and one tax collection after another placed on top of it. Tons of objects travel to the castle with a flash of light, disappearing and disappearing. Some of that bulk baggage is for me.

"Richt, the inhabitants of Hasse are also helping us with the winter support of the small temple, right? The gray clerics grew up in temples and were neglected by their caretakers, so it would be helpful to teach them the art of life."

"Because we also get paid and let them collect near the small temple"

Richter smiled at each other.

They say that the forests around my magical little temple are fruitful. And in search of its abundant fruit, the animals also come. They're great for hunting.

"Hasse wants to continue to have a good relationship with the Little Temple"

"Yes, thank you."

When I had a laugh with Richt, the tax collector was finishing the job.

"Dear Rosemaine, let's head to the next town."

"Yep."

Run through the sky with a horseback and move to the next winter hall. Do the ritual and travel again the next morning when you finish collecting taxes.

The topic with tax collectors on the road is basically about this year's harvest and Haltmut. Even though Haltmoot was a very cold child, he was now inclined to the Virgin of Aerenfest and said the change was both smiling and anxious.

... Yeah, I get anxious sometimes too. You're scared because you're good, right? I would call my research lifework.

To sum up the taxpayer's words, I hear the Lord, so hold on tight to Haltmut's guidelines, it seems. Speaking of which, I remember Otilier saying the same thing.

"Haltmoot is excellent, so I think it would be user-friendly if you put him on the side as a proximity"

"Right. Is it also highly adaptable or flexible…"

Even the temple immediately remembered Haltmut, who was familiar and working, and said so, the tax collector looked lightly.

"Does Haltmoot, who is stubborn and doesn't quite try to change his mind in the words of others, look like that to Master Rosemaine? That's because, perhaps flexibly, we want to serve Master Rosemaine, and we're doing it."

The word "fanatic" that came to mind only for a moment is somewhat disturbing, so keep it round and poignant. Hartmoot seemed much more loyal than I thought.

... maybe you should raise some rewards.

I was envious of Fran and his bookboards, and I might as well have something to match my side. With that in mind I ended the harvest festival in the direct jurisdiction, once ill and falling asleep along the way.

Return to the temple once to report that you have completed the harvest festival in your direct jurisdiction. So I fell asleep again.

I fell asleep in the middle of the harvest festival, and it seemed the slowest thing to come back. It seems that Vilfleet and Charlotte have already returned to the castle after the harvest festival, just in time for the hunting tournament.

"Chief Cleric, I'm on my way to Grechelle."

"If you're heading to Grechelle, contact Elvira as well. Will it do more than just the harvest festival, but also something about the printing industry?

Pointed to me by the chief cleric, I struck my hand with Pong. I was going to stay away and collect only Gutenberg, with an extension of the ritual, as I exit from the temple as temple chief. But if you go to Grechelle, you might be facing Geebe Grechelle.

Geebe Grechel, Brunhilde's father, is a biological nobleman, so he has trouble talking about it or responding to it without someone. The presence of a mother or Brunhilde who will come in between is a must.

"It's Rosemaine. Now that the harvest festival in the direct jurisdiction is over, we're going to Grechelle."

When I contacted my mother in Ordonanz, she immediately received a reply from her mother. I'll be ready for all of this, and I'll take the clerk with me, so I'm leaving in three days.

Now that the date has been set, ask Brunhilde if he will also go to Grechel and accompany him. Brunhilde is a minor, but Grechelle is at home, so no problem.

"Chief Cleric, we're also having a harvest festival this time, right? Can the Haltmuts and their civilian apprentices accompany them when they head in divinity as temple chiefs? Last time, I was accompanied by the printing industry."

Divinity does not require the vicinity of the castle. But if you act as a nobleman, as a clan of lords, you need to be close. Exceptional positions are a real hassle.

"Take me there for once. Whatever your jurisdiction is, Grechelle doesn't know which position you'll need."

Following the word of the chief cleric, both servants were to be taken.

Fran and Monica, and Hugo as an exclusive cook. If you're staying in a noble hall, you have your cook, and if you're staying away as temple chief, you'll need a cook, so you just need to have Fugo.

As promised, three days later I dressed up for my ritual as temple chief and headed to Grechelle. Like I said before, Grechelle is the second Aerenfest. In consideration of the princess of Arlensbach, a land along the streets, with a large population among the direct jurisdictions, was given to become Geebe. As a result, the small aristocratic neighborhoods where the nobles spend their time and the lower towns where the civilians spend their time are clearly divided.

Unlike the direct jurisdiction, Grechelle finds no winter hall, and unlike Ilkner, there are no civilians gathered to perform rituals just outside the Lords' hall. Even when I looked at it painfully from above, I didn't know where to perform the ritual.

... I'm sure I've been here before at the prayer ceremony, but the prayer ceremony was just to give Geebe the little chalice.

Moreover, I have little knowledge of the role, because the chief priest went from leaving to greeting the house of Geebe, and ended it quickly.

"Do tax collectors know where the ritual is?

"No, we don't know about rituals, because taxes will be collected in the Geebe Hall."

In Geebe's land, tax collectors say they finish their work without leaving the hall. He received a medal registered by a cleric in a ceremonial setting, and the levy moves the harvest out of what Geebe has already done.

"Geebe Grechel, where will you perform the ritual? Guide me. I've never visited the land at a harvest festival before."

"... to the place of the ritual?

Weirdly listening back, Geebe Grechelle whispered something as he stroked his jaw with one hand, waved his other gently and called for a side service.

Then comes someone who looks like a junior civilian, as he panicked.

"I'll show you"

"Let the others talk about printing."

I, the temple chief, go to the ritual, and the printing clerks enter the hall. Neither did the proximities have anything to do with the ritual, so as they were entering the hall, I said, but only Hartmoot insisted that they "accompany".

"Because there are not so many opportunities to see Lord Rosemaine's blessings with this eye. Besides, Grechelle doesn't have a temple, so there's no entry ban. Different?

I, along with Fran and Monica, shall also take Haltmoot. I'm going to Lower Town, which will be repelled by the nobles, but I don't mind because I think I'll enjoy myself.

I have to get the cook Hugo to cook. And I said unto my subordinate nobility, Take him away. Everyone in Gutenberg was supposed to live there, but it's empty inside and nobody.

... Why?

I accidentally scorned the lower nobles for what had happened to Rutz and Gill.

"Where is my Gutenberg?

"And I live in Lower Town. Looks like it's a long way from here, and they want to move to Lower Town..."

According to the junior nobleman who answers all the questions, he wanted a place to live close to the workshop in the lower town because of the difficulty of travelling every day. Never caused harm or forced him to move, he says.

"Okay. Now, please take us to the place of the ritual. Hugo and Monica need to be ready to stay here."

Even if Gutenberg is spending time in the lower town, the clerics, Fran and Monica, must stay in this distance. I need time to clean and cook.

Leaving Hugo and Monica apart, he headed to the square where he would perform the ritual on a lesser bus carrying Fran, Angelica and Haltmut, about behind the lower nobility of the conductor heading on horseback. If you say it in the lower town of Aerenfest, the place that hits Central Square seems to be the place to perform the ritual.

"... less,"

It brings together people who wish for baptisms, mitzvahs, and star knot rituals. However, the population should be larger than the margins, but the number of people gathering is small. It just feels like we're celebrating.

I found a line of Gutenberg faces in the faces that were gathering. The anxiety in me disappears that something happened when I saw a face that seemed fine without anything in particular.

"Now, if you'll excuse me,"

Upon completion of the guide alone, the junior nobility returns so that he cannot be in a very lower town or anything else. I guess I don't want to be in a dirty, stinky downtown.

I also accidentally distort my face to the smell of a long time ago in Lower Town. Stinky stuff stinks even if you're used to it.

"Haltmoot please stand there with Angelica. Do not interrupt the ritual."

As Fran struggled alone to register the Baptist child for a medal or to reconcile those performing mitzvahs and star knot rituals, Haltmoot, who was an apprentice about the tax collector's uncle, stood next door and began to help.

"I can't ask Master Haltmoot to help me..."

"Don't worry, I know how to handle medals"

In the meantime, I make my children read and listen to the Bible picture books, and when I finish God's story, I make God pray and bless them.

"O Szczeria, goddess of the wind, hear my prayer, and bless the birth of a new child, and dedicate yourselves to their thoughts, their prayers and their thanksgiving, to the protection of the Holy Ghost."

The yellow light, the precious colour of Szczeria, the goddess of wind, jumps out of the ring and falls sparkling. For me, and at the Harvest Festival in the Direct Jurisdiction, it is the light of blessing that has become a familiar sight, but not in Grechelle.

"Whew!? What, this!?

"Awesome!

In response to the reaction of children like the first time I saw blessings, I remembered that speaking of which, this is the first time I have given blessings in the land of Geebe.

The people in the surrounding body also look pokant. In doing so, Gil, who stood with Gutenberg, raised his chest as if he was good at it, and raised his voice out loud.

"So, did I tell you? I'm not lying. Lady Rosemaine is a true blessing, and I serve Lady Rosemaine."

Gill's language was getting rough because he spent some time in Lower Town.

Unlike I thought you were familiar with Lower Town a long time ago, Fran said, "I didn't know you would name Lady Rosemayne's side service with such language..." It's going to be hard to re-educate when you get back to the temple.

A real blessing, because the voice sounded, "What, what," wild horses begin to gather. By the time I had finished my adult blessings and performed my star knot ritual blessings, there were quite a few more people.

"The legend of the Virgin has spread a long time."

Haltmoot sounds like fun. It seems so pleasant and enjoyable to be present at the moment when the legend of the Virgin spreads. I don't understand.

"I haven't done much."

There is not so much magic used to celebrate such rituals. It's not so different from greeting the nobles who shine the ring.

But Hultmoot shook his head slowly.

"It's not like they're giving us back our blessings. It's a big thing that we can use our magic to bless civilians."

To the words of Haltmoot I have learned once again the deep and wide gulf between the nobility and myself.

By harvest festival, it's the same as the lower town of Aerenfest, and it's not like there's a rural harvest. After the ritual at Grechelle's Harvest Festival, there seems to be a feast to celebrate in the neighborhood, and everyone takes off in triplicate.

In a square where people dwindled a little, I invited the Gutenbergs. Gil rushes over the best.

"Are you calling, Master Rosemaine?

Apparently, the words aren't completely broken either. I laughed small and said, "Let's stay away tonight. I want to talk to you," he said, "I'll be right there." He knew I was coming at the harvest festival, so he was already ready to travel.

"Well, let's get everyone on board and head on over to the beast."

And I sent out a lesser bus in the square, and boarded. Then he went around where Gutenberg was sleeping and tried to collect Gutenberg one after the other. But the grey clerics won't try to get on the Lesser Bus.

"When I'm done dressing, I'd like to hear the report. If you're going to have dinner at the Geebe Hall, we don't have much time, so get on quickly."

"If you clean yourself up and get dressed, you're not in a position to get out in front of Master Rosemaine. Let me ride the beast, etc..."

The grey clerics solidified the Lesser Bus in front and said so. Spending time in Lower Town, even if it doesn't bother you, it seems you can't help but care before me.

"... ok. I don't have time. Let's wash them all together."

"Yes?"

Only the luggage was loaded on the Lesser Bus and Gutenberg was collected in one place. Rutz, Gill, Zach, Johann and Joseph are all frowning and looking around to see what happens.

"Everybody, pick your noses and close your eyes."

While I say so, I can put out a stamp and put magic into it.

"Dear Rosemayne, it's mandatory."

Pick your nose off like you're ready to get caught up in it from behind. Darmuel's attention flied. Gutenberg picks his nose when he sees how Darmuel picks his nose instantly.

"Vashen"

Looks like we did a good job this time. Water is called for the size of Gutenberg getting in softly, and disappears in seconds.

Suddenly drowning in the water, Gutenberg seemed to have opened his eyes and mouth, even if he was picking his nose, and a few were coughing geese, but now they're all clean. Then, only the part Vashen was hitting, his feet shiny white.

"Yes. This won't be a problem. Please get in."

When I urge him, Gutenberg embarks on the Lesser Bus with a face like a fox stuck in his face. I heard Lutz whining, "Is this what made Lower Town beautiful?" You are absolutely right.

Back away, the Gutenbergs are flustered about getting dressed and discussing what to do with their beds tonight.

I had Monica change from a ritual costume to an aristocratic costume. After your discussions with Gutenberg, you should contact Brunhilde in Ordnants.

"How was your activity at Grechelle?

Since it is no different from the lower town of Aerenfest, there is little contact with the nobility, and the work seems to have progressed smoothly with the first I gave the craftsmen a glimpse.

"There was nothing wrong with it."

"... the gray clerics were just here for a moment"

"Huh?"

Until the spring when it would be remodeled in Entovickern and Vashen, the artisans who had always lived in the dirty lower town had no particular problems, but it seemed dirty and stinky to the grey clerics who grew up in the beautifully cleaned temple, until they got used to life.

It seems that Irkner wasn't so concerned about the smell because of his small population and the use of dirt on agricultural land.

"... although I'm just used to it"

That's what the gray clerics said in a slight dissatisfaction. It's a lot easier to understand the emotions and words of the gray clerics because they rubbed them in the lower town that wouldn't have passed without putting their emotions straight.

"Even Haldenzel couldn't do it, but neither could Grechel's blacksmith get Johan's pass in metal typescript"

"Almost there. So during the winter, we're talking about wanting to keep it in our workshop, can you give Geebe permission?

I nod softly at the words of Zach and Johan, who were heading out to the blacksmith's workshop.

Based on his lessons at Haldenzel, Johann's hard work in increasing conversations and Zach's success in building trust with Grechelle's craftsmen, he said.

"I have taught woodworking workshops how to make printing presses. Of course, it will be a joint effort with the blacksmith workshop, but this one has no particular problems"

That's what Ingo said. They could have done it smoothly if I taught them the type of tree, how to cut it out, how to assemble it etc. Two printing presses, they said, were built.

"How was the ink workshop?

"Yes!"

When Heidi tries to answer well, Joseph blocks Heidi's mouth and turns back to me.

"Please, Heidi shut up.... In the ink workshop, even if making black ink was not a problem, some materials could not be removed around when trying to make color ink. Try it on some of the materials around Grechelle and we're starting to study the colors"

"Thank you, Joseph"

They could do the printing itself because the black ink was fine. All we have to do is get it researched here.

"And what about the paper mill?

"... the paper industry is not very good"

Rutz dropped his shoulder a little and said so. Gill and the gray clerics also gaze and exhale slowly. And I took out a piece of paper made of Grechelle. Certainly not of good quality compared to the paper made in Aerenfest. At first glance, it looks like straw half paper.

"Why not?

"... the water is dirty. It didn't end up on beautiful paper."

Aerenfest flows west. The thick river is pretty dirty, but the thin tributaries that merge around the woods are beautiful. The paper is made of water drawn from your river.

I wonder if Irkner owed it to the countryside, the water was very beautiful. I didn't have to worry about water quality or anything.

"Bring in clean water or clean dirty water...... this is a problem that artisans can't help. Let's talk to Geebe Grechel."

Finish the whole story. Checking the notes we discussed, I found Lutz and Gill face-to-face. Then once Ni laughed and the two of them turned this way.

"I would like to dedicate this one to Master Rosemaine."

"This is Grechelle's book I created to teach you how to print it. It's thin, it's low in content, and it won't be for sale for nobility, but Rosemaine will be delighted."

The quality of the paper is not bad as it is made from paper brought in from Aerenfest. It's the same book you always look at. It's just a lot thinner though.

I rolled in paralysis as I leaned my neck against the word "not for sale". I read the contents obliquely through my eyes and was surprised.

Ba and face up, I turn my gaze to Lutz and Gil. They were laughing like they were good at it.

What's in that book was a story passed down to Lower Town that summarized what the two heard from Grechelle's craftsmen.

Certainly not in such a way that nobility is motivated to buy. But it's a very important and delightful surprise gift for me to gather stories from all over the place as a Grimm project.

"If we gather stories before we expand the printing industry, we will gather stories from all over. One day, even civilians will be free to read books, right?

Lutz laughs nicely. "You wanted it, didn't you?" That face says. "Look, he was delighted," Gil says with his chest stretched.

To the two who undoubtedly delighted me, I also grinned naturally.

"It's great, Lutz, Gil!

"I'll charge you for the money you spent collecting stories.... only half"

I will print it at the Plantan Chamber of Commerce one day, so I will snort heavily at Lutz, who says half is fine.

... Fine, I'll pay you the full price! Keep coming!