My father's complaint disappeared when I was reading a book from one of the businessmen, Mr. Quid.
He seems to hate bumps, but there is no such thing as gossip that cannot be bumped from the front.
Once again, I am very satisfied that this world is easier to live in.
That's why I was able to visit under Lord Volke with a light step.
"Father Folke, are you eating properly?
"Are you my wife or something?"
What are you talking about to the kid?
I'm just worried about the health of a respectable research idiot. Besides, same-sex marriage is not allowed in this world.
"What are you saying?"
"Because Ash is such a loud gossip. How dare you talk to a good adult?"
"Please review your ability to manage your child's concerns before insisting that you are an adult."
"You're still the one who talks....."
If we combine the memories of the previous life, we will surely be over the age of Lord Volke.
"So, how about decryption?
"Oh, that's refreshing. You can decipher every letter."
That said, the expression of Father Volke is clear.
Compared to the depressed winter months, it's probably even fun to work on it now.
"But it's not going anywhere. I've identified some of the names that come up frequently."
"Huh. Let's attack from there first."
"Ah, let's start around here. Like you said, this is the shortest way."
Previously, in discussions with Father Volke, I suggested that when decoding ancient languages, we should first try to deal with words that appear many times, especially words that seem to be unique nouns.
I thought that perhaps the part written in phonetic characters, like Japanese, might be a euphemism.
If we know the nomenclature, we may be able to discover content that matches the literature passed on to late ancient civilizations.
For example, if you find the name of the God you still believe in, it is possible that the text before and after it is the same as the holy phrase you have now. Once that happens, the decryption proceeds at once.
That's a very clever way to do it.
Of course, this way is not my idea. It's the way I listened in my previous life.
And I don't have the courage to challenge the vast, mysterious ocean of ancient languages.
Good luck, Mr. Champion of the World.
"So, what book do you want to borrow today?
"Yes, may I have a few choices?"
"Of course, it's a contract."
Father Volke nodded bitterly, so I relaxed my cheeks. I really miss it.
I take a few books from my private room and sit on the chair of the cathedral and start reading.
Today I will borrow a book with general education, not a story.
However, the scope of general education is endlessly broad. So, to some extent, I wanted to read the contents and decide what was good.
It also seems interesting, such as the travel history and the autobiography of the nobles. Broad knowledge may be gained with lies. On the other hand, I was surprised that there were books on agriculture and technical books on blacksmithing and architecture.
After all, it may be inherited from various ancient civilizations. No one can read, and people who can read are not involved in these professions, so they seem to be making it meaningless.
I found a kind of botanical atlas in my hand, and another person came to the cathedral.
It is unusual for a person to visit a church other than a festival. I looked up at a girl the same age.
"Oh, Micah. Hello."
It was Miss Micah who came in looking gently.
Hello, Ash-kun.
I'm not used to visiting the temple church alone, but I seem nervous.
She is a very popular girl for boys of her age because she usually greets her with a bright smile. The daughter of the village chief's family may also be a cause of popularity.
I talked with a smile to reassure the anxious Micah who said she didn't know what to do even though she came in.
"Can I help you, Father Volke? I'm in the back private room."
"Oh, thank you. Yeah, that's right.... uhh"
Without moving on to the next move, Micah plays with her ponytailed hair. I'm so nervous. The leakage technique makes me smile when I see it for the first time.
Nevertheless, watching Niyaniya forever makes it an evil and outrageous act. As someone who knows the character, we have to send out a help ship.
"If you don't mind, may I call on Father Volke?
"Ah, no!
The rescue ship waved its neck and hand and received a rejection message.
When you're extremely nervous, for some reason you're aggressively going into denial. There is.
As expected, the reaction of Miss Micah was the same. After a little hardening, her face turned red and she said it again.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Can you do me a favor, please?
Yes, ma'am.
The shameful girl was poor, so I'll drop by and reply.
Though I was hoping I'd feel better, there was more mental damage than I expected. Unfortunately, I run to the cold because it doesn't suit me.
"Father Folke, Micah is here. I think there's something I can do for you."
"Micah? What's so unusual?"
Father Folke also came out of his private room with his neck tilted.
"Hi, Micah. I wonder what this is all about."
The voice of Father Volke is soft.
Is it just the same as the time against me? I was told I was a fucking kid. Next to the bereaved priest is Lord Lolicon?
"Um, well, I was hoping you could teach me some letters, too..."
Miss Micah glances at me with a flickering side-eye, whispering her ears red.
Speaking of which, it is already known in the village that I can read. If you only go to the temple church this much, it's only natural that you should talk about what you're doing.
Miss Micah must have heard the story.
As for the village chief's family, who was supposed to be able to read and write, there must have been a thought that their son could read and write.
It would be awkward if I were here.
Did Father Folke realize that too, looking at me with a sideways look, I see.
Wait. Don't let your mouth feel lewd. What if a nasty girl gets hurt?
Because I am a special case, and people who do not study are more common in this village.
"In that case, I'll help you as a priest. That's what church priests do."
What a surprise for a ridiculous Father Volke.
You were not willing to tell me at all. And now you're obsessed with deciphering ancient languages.
Not in the opposite direction from my father. As for me, knowing Father Volke, who has a human temperament, I'm really worried about teaching him.
"That's true. Father Volke is a good teacher."
As a precaution, I strongly agree to reject Father Volke's exit.
Good luck, Miss Micah. I know it's hard, but it's great to read a book afterwards.
But the next word of Father Volke somehow broke into my path.
"Nevertheless, I can't tell you when I have another job. That's where Ash can read and write, too."
Why is that so?
"Mmm, I'm just fine. It's easier to talk because you're old, right? Just right. Ash thinks so, don't you?
Wait a minute. I think Miss Micah would be incredibly awkward.
"Yes, that's right. If Father Volke is busy, ask Ash-kun...."
Look, Miss Micah is making it very difficult to say.
Find out how you helped Miss Micah, but let me do it and Father Volke will quickly put it together.
Well then, it's settled. Please, Ash. You're my best apprentice. "
"Wow, what an honor it is to be the most apprentice. Then, Father Volke is a teacher."
Son of a bitch. That's why I don't have a wife long after my age, teacher who goes on a lonely death course.