This summer I was able to keep up with Mr Van's week of hunting.
It is very tiring to push silently through the woods, but the hunter's meal is a treat comparable to Madame Yuika's, as it lights a fire in a simple tent that combines natural objects. The ingredients used are fresh and fresh from the area, and it's great to have any meat from birds, animals, or fish.
And Mr. Van and the two of you just sit still and listen to the night forest.
I've been taking care of you since that incident, but I really like spending time with this silent hunter.
He is silent not because he speaks poorly, but because he speaks silently as a hunter. As carnivores try to hunt their prey, hunters kill sounds just as they breathe and hold their feet.
As a result, Mr Van became a bad talker. It must be an occupational disease.
But his silence tells a rich story of knowledge.
Each of the plants and trees that grow around him is discernible to him. From the slight traces on the grass and soil, you can see what was there a few days ago and under what circumstances. As well as the place where he set the trap, he knows all about the ingredients that can be procured as he looks around the trap.
I keep silent when I go into the woods, imitating Mr Van, but each of his tricks teaches me that.
At the campsite you can talk about, it tells you the meaning of the traces you saw that day and the wild grass you collected.
I think this man is a living book.
He will not speak to me, but he will teach me the wisdom I can possess as many times as I want. I have a habit of writing, and it takes a lot of time to decipher it.
Above all, Mr. Van is a strategy book for this forest specialization. I'd love to wake you up and leave you on paper.
For example, when a village is hit by a murder, no matter how dangerous it is, many villagers may enter the forest.
At that time, the survival rate would be totally different if we had a strategy book for this forest. It is also troublesome for the forest to be razed when it is irritating.
Thinking about that, I ask the original copyright owner if he can give me permission. It's an important business for him. I will keep it for my personal use if it shows any difficulty.
Mr Van nodded after thinking a little quietly, as usual.
"Is that okay? Much lighter."
"This isn't enough."
What is missing? I'm troubled because there's just not enough here.
"... the hunter"
"Ah, I see. Want more hunters?
Nh, Mr Van nods.
With less food in the woods, animals come to raze the village's crops. I've been saved because it hasn't happened in the last few years, but there's always something strange about the woods.
If we don't hunt more animals, the villagers will starve. We need men to hunt more animals.
Even now, Mr Van is worried that he is not able to monitor the whole forest alone.
"And that's what kindly teaches me."
"Just in case"
When it was time to go, he was looking for help. I am convinced that no matter how kind Mr Van is, he will spend so much time.
In fact, it would be nice if the hunters moved from another village, but it's still difficult. Expertise is essential for hunters, and knowledge is largely biased toward hunting grounds where they were born and raised. I can't expect to migrate intentionally to unfamiliar land.
Mr Van's master, his father, must have responded to that rare emigration.
"In that case, I will help you as much as I can. I don't want you to ruin my fields."
As long as it is for the life of the village, it also meets my purpose. When I nodded, the silent hunter stroked my head and smiled.
A gentle expression like looking at my brother or son.
This guy is really cool. Why aren't you married now?
Definitely because it's silent.
I'll talk to Mrs. Yuika. I want this person to build a good family and increase the number of the next two or three hunters.
It's a story that nobody loses. Unless it's a grave marriage of life.
As usual, summer passed through the woods and autumn farming was in a hurry, and Aloe ointment earned income.
Mrs. Yuika said that she had first distributed samples to her parents. That's why Aloe Ointment, our village's first specialty, seems to have been sold as a very expensive product for the upper classes.
I think so, because the first thing Mrs. Yuika handed me was a piece of bronze. Since this is part of the revenue, how much is the unit price?
Madame Yuika said pleasantly that she planned to sell it as a limited rarity for a while, although it was convenient for production.
I quickly went to thank Mr. Quid with my own money for the first time.
He released the paper and pen at a deficit price, so I was going to make up for that.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! It's nothing like that, please use it for Ash-kun himself, no! Oh, don't you need more paper? Do you still have ink? Pen, aren't you broken?
He just got excused with a smile or sold me paper and ink for more than a deficit. It would be very helpful, but would it be good?
If Mr. Quid is forced out of business, I'm in trouble too.
"Is it okay, please do this service?"
"Everything's fine now! Thanks to you, Ash, this is enough! You're making me feel good!
I don't understand the situation because I am already away from the Aloe ointment business.
"Ash-kun made it possible to deal with the Amanobe family, and he introduced me to other houses, so I can deal with the city's rich people! I thought this was a dream!
I don't know the proper nomenclature, but I found myself a merchant with access to upscale homes. It seems that this bleeding service has been made possible by the gradual emergence of petty peddlers who travel around.
I see. Above all, congratulations. "
It's good to be happy. I just want to give you that benefit.
If you can get the money you want to be free in the future, you'll get all the things you want. If the scope of Mr. Quid's response at that time were wider, I would be helpful.
Mr Quid is happy, and so am I. Excellent relationship.
Then I thought I'd have to thank Mr Van, but he didn't accept me either. Instead, they give me the wild grass that I just brought in in the forest.
"Mr. Van, thank you very much, but do you think it's hard for me to get too much?"
"Enough"
That's all Van says and strokes my head.
Still trying to eat, he somehow talks about his skills as a hunter.
Wait, wait, wait.
Why is there more mouths today than usual?
Don't you have time to talk about money when you remember a lot?
Ah, that sounds very important.
I have just bought some paper, so please let me take a note.
In the end, by the time I got home, instead of paying back, I was more thankful.
It looks like you won't normally receive it, so let's think of another form of gratitude.
"Please keep this money."
Eventually, the money was handed over to Father Volke.
"No, wait, the Temple Church doesn't do that."
"Well then, please make a donation that I can withdraw whenever I like."
"That's not a donation!
Don't resist. Persuasion stinks, doesn't it?
"Even if I say I'll keep it, I might steal it. I'm not so sure I'm clean."
Still a priest? The honesty of it seems to be a driftstone clergyman, but it speaks too much of a problem.
However, if I close my eyes to the problem as a professional, I think it would be good if Father Volke stole it.
"Even if I take it home, it's better if Father stole it from Father Folke because it's bound to cost me alcohol."
"I don't know if I can be trusted or not."
"In a way. After all, if Father Volke were to spend money, it would be a book, not alcohol. Or a writing tool for ancient language research."
"Hmm. Honestly, I've been buying a little too much of this lately. In that sense, I'm worried about keeping the money."
This loving research idiot. That's why I'm single at a good age.
Basically, he is serious and good, but when it comes to research, he can't see the surroundings.
It is troublesome whether it should be good to be aware of it or whether it should be too late to fix it even if you are aware of it.
"If that's the case, please use the money I deposited as much as you like. I'm happy with books, and eventually I'm happy with books that help me decipher ancient languages."
Really?
The expression of Father Volke is brighter. He smiles like a child from a child's perspective.
It would be a waste if some women saw it and it seemed very popular.
"Ah, no, but... taking Ash's money is too bad for the world."
"Do you care about the world?"
He's a priest, after all.
Now, we need to explain what the temporal appearance of the deceased priest was.
"Well, if you're in a position to do so, let's not just deposit the money, but also co-finance the research. For research purposes, either I or Father Volke can spend the money."
"Hmm... is that something different from before?
"Nothing is different in substance, but it's different in front of the building. Because it's money for the research we're working on together, ownership is half for me and Father Volke."
Since mortals are end-of-life problems, we develop a spirit that is unlikely to be a problem if the building is ready.
Father Volke is still twisting his neck.
"But that's an interesting idea. It might have been useful if I had used it when I was in King's Landing."
"It costs money to do research."
Patrons are also difficult to follow in plain research. Researchers who want to decipher ancient languages, including Father Volke, may be struggling.
The door was knocked when the conversation was taking place in the private room of Father Volke.
"Excuse me. Ash-kun's voice. Is Ash-kun there?
It was Miss Micah who let me peek at her face.
"Welcome, Micah. Was it that time already? Look, Ash, look at your studies today."
"Yes, yes. I wonder if the day will come when Professor Volke will teach you how to study."
"With the best apprentices, the teacher is very reliable."
She said it was slightly dull.
When I moved towards the church with Miss Mayka, she looked at me with great care.
"Um, I'm sorry I'm so late to remember...."
"Absolutely not."
I was surprised by the sudden apology.
I think Miss Micah has a very good memory. Even the way I teach amateurs can already read and write quite well. Then you'll follow me naturally, even if I don't tell you anymore.
I had an idea that Miss Micah was wondering what was going on because she had nothing to apologize for. Is that because of the conversation with Father Volke just now?
"I didn't think I'd hate to teach this conversation with Father Volke earlier. I just wondered why Professor Volke, who was supposed to teach, didn't."
"That's right. Good. I thought you were causing trouble to Ash-kun...."
Micah held her chest and exhaled heavily. It is a caring person to be so worried.
"Micah is so brilliant that I have little trouble teaching her."
"Well, smart... means smart, right? Ehehe"
In this way, there is also a considerable increase in the number of words that make sense. Slowly, you must be a talented beauty.
Micah, who was laughing lightly, leaned her neck.
"But Ash-kun remembered faster."
"That's not true. Sure, it may have been a short time since I started studying properly, but I was studying a little before that."
It is a memory like the previous life. I can't be honest with you, so that's what I'm doing.
"That's right, I had no idea. After all, Ash-kun is amazing."
"I'm just lucky."
I've never seen any other examples of memories like in my previous life. I think it's pretty lucky.
"That's not true. Because Ash-kun is amazing, and my mother depends on him."
"It's an honor."
Madame Yuika is a brilliant person in a different sense from Father Volke, so I would be delighted to be complimented by the inquiry.
If Officer Folke is excellent as a scholar, Mrs. Yuika thinks she is excellent as a manager.
"So, my mom told me to tell Ash-kun."
Miss Micah's voice dropped a little. Did she get a little jealous because her mother praises someone else's child?
What is it?
"It's an aloe ointment, but I want to make more because it sells well. So I'd like some of the villagers to help me, but what do you think, Ash?
"If there's nothing wrong with Mrs. Yuika, I'll take care of it."
I don't know about management or business, so I trust a competent Yuika. Even if you betray me, I can't help it because it happened with abilities I don't have.
There may be some disagreement as to whether this should be referred to as trust.
"Okay. Tell your mom it's okay."
"Thank you. I will use Micah as a message and apologize for the trouble."
As she carefully lowered her head, Micah waved her hands and neck. I'm in a hurry, but I'm starting to feel happy.
"It's good, it's good! It's so good! I'm being taught how to study, and if it helps Ash-kun a little bit, it's totally fine!
I used my previous reflections to express my gratitude to you for not treating me like a child and acting as a woman instead of a message board, but it seems to me that you were delighted.
Courtesy reminds people that everyone is important to them.
"Now, let's begin today's study. Anything bothering you?
"When I started helping you make Aloe ointment, I didn't really know the numbers."
"Oh, sure, that would bother you."
That recipe has ratios and so on, so there are things that Micah doesn't understand right now.
That kind of thing is disgusting.
"Now, let's talk a little bit about calculations today. Perfect, so let's take Aloe ointment as an example."
We will deepen our understanding of the Aloe ointment recipe that will enter the production increase system, and also increase the learning effect as a familiar example.
Could it be two birds with one stone?