It was one month after I borrowed the thin copy that I finally finished reading.
Sometimes strange characters were tough, and sometimes it was difficult to read because of a handwritten copy.
But the main reason is that we don't have time.
A month ago, the autumn harvest was over and the farming work was finished, but that's not why the farmers were free.
For the next harvest, if you do not sprinkle winter wheat in the fields and prepare for next spring, you will starve to death, and if you do not prepare for winter, you will freeze to death.
I think it's too difficult to die instantly due to slight negligence. The consolation is that there is little snow even in overwinter, so the mortality rate is lower than in snowy countries.
The comfort level is too low.
"So lend me the next book."
"What, you're tired of it already?"
As always, Father Volke expresses astonishment with a sleepless face. I don't know why I'm stunned.
"Rather, I think it took me a month?
"It's only been a month. It would be the same as not having done anything for a month to learn the letters. Especially if someone doesn't tell me."
Is that it?
The story is wrong.
Apparently, they've given up learning letters in this book.
It was a little annoying, but if you don't have a memory like in your previous life, it's a reasonable guess. As a person who knows the character, I think about the obligation of lending a book and politely say it again.
"No, I already remember the handwriting in this book. So lend me the next book."
"Ha, if you're lying, you better lie a little more."
She laughed at me in a funny mockery and consumed all the debt in me.
"Huh. Are you calling a nasty eight-year-old a liar for no reason?"
"It's impossible to learn letters in a month without grounds or anything, impossible. In general, you could only read the first sentence. That's what I taught you."
You can't listen to me. I can't help it. There is only one way to act as a civilized person to an incomprehensible person.
War.
It's not just a war either. This is jihad.
A complainless jihad in which the clergyman, while himself a priest, rectifies an outward path ahead of doubt.
I'll rub your sad human feet so you can't trust people.
"What if I remember?"
"No, it's impossible."
"Now, if I remember, I demand the right to borrow all books under the control of Lord Volke."
"Oh, that's good. I'll lend you as much as I can."
How do you prove it? Father Volke laughs with an unhealthy face.
"That's right...."
You may as well read other books, but all books are handwritten.
If you pull a book with bad habits, there could be an accident. It is also possible that Falcon, who used the first sample as a model, would call it a terrible habit.
"Ah, I've come up with something good. Please lend me paper and a pen."
"What are you doing?"
Unlike in previous life, paper and pens are also affordable. At least to the extent that it does not exist in farmers' houses.
So the practice of writing my letters was to write on the ground with a stick of wood or on a wooden board with water.
"Let's write a contract. The contract I just told you to lend me a book for the punishment of lying and calling me a liar. One stone, two birds, right?
The characters I remember are exemplary of the characters of Father Volke. It is unlikely that differences will occur if they cannot be read by each other.
If the writing is incorrect, the contract itself is null and void, and if it is, the signature of Father Volke is obtained.
Speaking of prospects, it seems that Father Folke was also nervous about the boulders. Though it was impossible, he was brought up with the act of compulsory contract, and thought perhaps too much.
"What do you want to do? You don't have to do anything else, but I would like you to apologize in that case. I was badly hurt because I lied and shouted at an innocent child. The tears of sorrow do not stop."
Hold down your face with grief and imitate crying as deliberately as possible. It's provocation.
It would be convenient for you to think that I'm completely sorry for a fucking brash kid like me.
Fortunately, Father Volke got on board.
"What the hell are you saying that you're not as hurt as your hair...? Yo, I'm gonna peel your thick skin like a monster, you son of a bitch."
Father Volke angers his shoulders and goes to get a pen and paper.
All right, I won.
By the way, I've heard from other adults that monsters really exist in this world? You're just threatening to keep your kids from doing anything dangerous, right?
When you encounter a spiritual thumbing that has memories of the previous life, other mysterious phenomena can't be easily laughed away.
"Come on, if you can write, write it, you son of a bitch."
"Yes, yes."
Armed and strong, but uneasy around your eyes, Father Folke.
Ink the feather pen and write slowly on the rough paper. I'm not used to writing so I can't write Sarasara. Also, it is difficult because I am not used to using the wingpen.
"This is harder than writing on the ground. Unfortunately, it's a terrible word, but can you read it?
I finished writing and put my forehead on even though I didn't sweat.
I saw the look on the face of Father Volke and was sure it was legible.
"Now, Father Volke, I'd like you to read it."
"Really, really, I learned the letters in a month."
I was too surprised to read it, but here's the text I wrote.
"As punishment for lying to people without foundation, Falke the Divine shall grant Ash unlimited lending of all books under his control in the future."
I'm really glad it's phonetic. If this was an ideograph, I had very little confidence to remember it in a month.
Because the characters will be more complicated and numerous than the phonetic characters. It is very useful to remember the sounds that are pronounced and the characters that can be easily written in the form of a spoken word.
"Oh, you, no, Ash! How did you learn the script? 'Cause you couldn't read at all!
I can be squeezed by the grip on my shoulders. I'm afraid.
I think it would bite me from the head if I was pinched with that face called a priest of the dead.
"Thank you. I just remembered the first sentence I taught you, applied it to another sentence, and filled in the words I didn't know with guesswork."
It's a little cryptographic.
I've heard some sentences in eight years, so I can fill in a lot of letters that I don't know if I can decipher them.
Nevertheless, some characters may still be unclear, and some words don't make sense even though they do.
Instead of reading a book, I'm studying.
How stunned he was, Father Volke sat down on his chair to fall down.
I don't think you should be so surprised. However, in rural areas where the literacy rate is close to zero, I feel surprised to think that the eight-year-old has softened up.
Either way, that doesn't matter. The contract was made. Ask him to write his name on the contract and borrow the next book.
"If possible, please use an easy-to-read story in a book on religious relations that produces the same words."
I like stories of saints and lessons learned. Most of them use easy-to-understand vocabulary, and it's interesting to read.
A slightly dazed Father Volke chose a book and I smiled brightly.