Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 26: Father's Rejection

Dinner time.

Albert, this shipment is still gone, and I don't know where it is.

The mother had already gone upstairs with the fat little pie she owed her a beating. Little Booker reportedly had fun with the lady next door this afternoon, refused to take a nap, and is now sleepy.

Sister Angelina also finished her meal, she moved quickly, she was washing dishes, bowls and other dishes used for dinner in the kitchen, which is also why Claude loved her sister. She was so good at her job, you know she was only twelve years old and knew how to help the family with household chores.

Father was comfortable leaning on his chair and smoking his after-dinner pipe, as if thinking about the philosophy of life in a country.

Claude dropped the silver knife and fork in his hand and wiped his mouth with a small square of grey white linen on the table, and he finally ate it. Well, at night, my mother stewed a pot of beef bone, which should have been cheap from the butcher, but it was Claude's favorite dish, and it just took a little time to eat the bone, so the last one was finished.

After packing up the dishes on the table and sending them to the kitchen for the sister to wash, Claude returned to the dining room to talk to his cheap father about his business.

“Father, I'm off tomorrow afternoon with Ike, Boa, and Vero, and they're planning to go fishing at Lake Beringa, and they've hired Old Sonny's sailboat. We camp by the lake at night, hoping for a good harvest. So I'm not going home for the next two days. ”

There was no way, even if it had been decided to take a vacation to Bailuzhou to venture, an excuse would have to be found to hide it from the family. Fishing at Lake Beringa is a good reason, after all, to grow up by the lake and not far from the sea. The young people here are extraordinarily watery.

Of course, like at the end of last year, the former owner of this body, little Claude, fell into the ice hole and had a major illness that caused the passers-by to take over the body. Apart from that, it wasn't bad water, it was too cold, too much clothing, the body wasn't ready, and he fell into the ice hole and cramped. Had it not been for Vero, the three of them would have grabbed the clothes, there would probably have been no suitable crossing.

Besides, going fishing is an alternative kind of work to earn money. The teenagers in White Deer Town find a fishing boat to do some chores for a few days and earn a little money. It's very common, no big deal. It's also common to hire a small fishing boat like Claude to fish, but some luck is needed. Without the guidance of the skilful captains and fishermen, it is unlikely that the newcomers will find fish nests and fish news on the lake, which is too big after all.

Mr. Morsan dropped the black mulberry ivory pipe in his hand and looked at his second son: “Are you in need of money? You want to learn how to work fishing? ”

Claude nodded: "Yes, I bought something and now I owe Boa, Ike, Vero some money. So I'd like to spend the two days of the holiday catching some fish, and if I'm lucky, I should be able to pay it right back. ”

“How much do you owe? ”

“Not much, just one silver tall plus three riazos. ”

“What did you buy? Where'd you get it? What needs so much money?” Mr. Morsan wondered whether his second son had been deceived and whether he had spent a month on a civilian's income at the age of sixteen to buy something, and if he had been deceived, he, as the chief administrative officer of White Deer Town, had to go out and teach those people what the rules were, which was challenging his authority.

Claude shook his head: "Father, you don't have to be nervous, I'm not fooled. I bought it at the old Monk grocery store. Oh, now it's called fishing gear and onboard supplies. I used to collect a recipe from the old owner Pitchak while he was still there. It's made of animal hide, and it's over a hundred years old, and I think it's from some noble family.

This should be an antique recipe with a beautiful, thick appearance and a total of 17 delicious dishes. I remembered that my mother's birthday was next month, so I was going to buy it as my mother's birthday present. It's just that the owner of the store, Wakuri, offered two Silver Tales. Later, Boa and Ike helped me kill the price and killed a Silver Tale. They paid for it... "

Mr. Morsan did not move his voice: “Go bring me the recipe and see if the antiques are worth this price, I think my father should know better than you...”

Claude went upstairs to get the magic recipe.

Now that all the hidden diaries have been copied and decoded, this magic recipe makes no sense to me. And the last page of that diary and that weird coincidence made Claude feel a little taboo. Seems like this magic recipe is weird, so happens to fall into my hands, so happens to let me discover the secrets...

Claude has an early idea to get this magic recipe out of hand, and it's useless or troublesome to keep it in his hands. In the future, if anyone can see the diary hidden in this magic recipe, knowing that this recipe is in their own collection, they will probably immediately think whether they can also see the text in this recipe, which means they have a magical gift...

When I think of these Claude scalps, I get numb. When I bought this recipe myself, I said I was going to give it to my mother for her birthday. Besides the three little buddies and the owner, Wakuri, who knows if they would tell anyone about it. Short-term collections are okay, and it's doubtful if you don't take them out on your mother's birthday.

Why do you keep this recipe as a treasure? Why don't you cook it and collect it? Is there a secret in this recipe?

To some extent, the traveler suffers from mild persecutory illusions, after all, traveling to a completely strange and alien world and returning to childish life from being in his thirties to becoming a 16-year-old nation. So the passers-by are particularly concerned about whether their behavior is unusual to others, whether words and actions are out of context, the more they think about this, and often associate with bad places.

Fortunately, the passers-by has not reached the level of seriousness that the people always want to harm me, so long as his worries are removed, he will return to normal physical and mental health immediately.

Pass the recipe to your father: "This is it. ”

Mr. Morsan took over the recipe, first placed it under his nose and sniffed the smell carefully, then opened the glasses box on the table, put on the glasses for magnifying glass, and began to look carefully at the cover of the recipe and the leather paper of the animal...

Half a day later, Mr. Morsan finally took off his glasses and nodded satisfied slightly: "Vakuri is a businessman of good faith, and he does not like to fool around like the hawkers. This recipe is indeed an antique, a Silver Tall Triasso is not expensive..."

“I think so, too.” Claude agrees: "Mostly this recipe is made of animal leather and looks very luxurious and rich. So I guess this is probably the time when the first king revived the kingdom, and this recipe that was used for a banquet at the home of an aristocrat in a ruined territory, was also flown out and bought by the dealers and sold to the old Monk grocery store.

That's what I like about it, along with the 17 delicious dishes documented in it, which makes me want to buy it for my mother's birthday. I'm sure Mother would be delighted to see this recipe that day. ”

Claude gestured to take the recipe in front of his father, and he couldn't have guessed it, and his father reached out and held it down.

“Cough, cough...” Mr. Morsan first coughed and then shook his head at Claude: “Claude, we are very pleased that you have this filial heart as a parent. It's just that you're young, you don't have adulthood, you don't have financial resources, so we won't be asking you to buy any precious gifts on your birthday, that's all you need.

This recipe is indeed a great birthday gift for your mother, but it is an antique that is too wasteful to let your mother learn to cook in the kitchen and easily damages the cover of this recipe and the skin of the animals. So I decided to keep it in the study. Of course, if your mother wants to learn how to cook, you can rewrite a copy, and for your mother, the recipe you wrote with your own hands is a more meaningful birthday present. ”

“But Father, I still owe them money for this recipe...” Claude showed reluctance.

Mr. Morsan pulled out of his arms his black deerskin purse with gold silk edges, reached out and touched two silver towers from inside, thought about it, and put one back, which put the rest of the silver tower on the table.

“Let's see, you spent one silver taller, three liathos, one silver taller, and I helped you out, and the other three liathos, when you bought your mother the money for the gift, you copied the recipe again, so that you could have your mother's birthday present? ”

“That's okay...” Claude fainted, which would give him a profound sense of his father's stingy.

“But I also need to get a better book and cover paper for my recipe! I don't have the money...” Claude looked at his father with grief.

“Didn't I give you two riazos to buy a book the other day? ”

“I bought Anna a a sterling silver haircut and four little pirate doll toys for Little Booker, long overdue. ”

“Look at you...” Mr. Morsan sighed a long time, bitterly blaming his mother: “Such a big man, spending money messy, not planning at all, figuring out what to buy. Anna is young, why did you buy her such an expensive haircut? Just a few Sooner's copper haircuts. And little Booker, his toys are either tired or broken for days, and there's no need to keep buying him new ones.

I know you've always loved your brothers and sisters, but don't get used to them. I gave you money to buy books, not to buy them gifts. Think about it. It hurts when you spend money. Your brother and sister are happy when you buy gifts, but where's the book you promised me? Speaking of doing it, you can't regret what you promised, which is the minimum quality of being a man... ”

Claude finally understood that his father already knew where he was spending his money, and that would only be a good opportunity to try and teach him a lesson.

“Forget it, a silver taller is a silver taller.” Claude muttered: “It's been two days since I went fishing, and I was lucky enough to sell a lot of money to buy a book. Speaking of which, I'm not saying I'm not buying books. ”

“Alas, you're a hard mouth.” Mr. Morsan pulled another riazo out of his purse: “I don't want to give you another silver taller, but with your current nature, the biggest possibility is to buy whatever you want with money, and there is no concept of whether you should spend it or not. When you don't have the money, you know to ask your parents, so instead of developing a thrifty habit, you become a loser because of habitual bigfoot.

I earn three silver tall salaries a month and one riazo a day. It's not easy for parents to make money, and they're willing to spend it on your children. But I hope you know how to treasure money. You don't have to spend it. You don't have to spend it. You have to plan your shopping... Take this Riasso. Just pretend I've been working all day for nothing today... ”

Claude put his mouth aside and reached out to get the silver and bronze coins on the table. “Don't think I didn't know you had another way to get the money. Your civil servant's salary for a month alone would starve our family...”

“Father, what did you give him the money for? ”