Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

On that day, Ishur was wearing scrolls and books in Faro's study.

On days when there was little help in the house, I sometimes visited the Bersch family and spent some time reading until the sun went down in Farro's study, or only on matters that were not obvious —— making him a question-attack.

Children had a difficult, three-year period since deciphering the Journal of the Radis Orient, and what he came to Farro's study and read had also moved from books written by clerics and scholars to documents of old private documents of the Bersh family back when he had the Knight, letters with officials of the Bersh family at the time, letters with officials of the King's Capital, memorandums of understanding on expenditure entry of the territory, parts of our Lord's diaries and diaries, and refraining from paying inventories of taxes in the village of Bersh, among other things, documents, letters and notes of the fleshbrush written by the Bersh family generations' principals and their families.

The Bersch family's butcher brush personal documents gave a direct glimpse of the customs and people's thoughts of this world, this country's society, than the elusive and idle books filled with old-fashioned modifications, written by well-known clerics, scholars, etc., which attracted Irsch's interest more strongly.

Originally Farro's collection was not so full, there was not a single book about countries other than the Kingdom of Ladis that he wanted to read, or about magic and demons, and there were no other books to read early on.

When I tried to carefully remove what I thought this was from the scrolls that stacked messily,

"No! We have to connect the lines and write them down."

Suddenly, I heard Faro scolding behind me.

From earlier on Isaac sat at his desk and practiced writing letters in front of Faro.

He also began to learn to read and write last year, but the progress has not been very fragrant, and Faro's teaching has become more demanding these days.

Isaac was not so much mediocre as mediocre, but to the memory of a growing child, combined with the knowledge and comprehension of an adult in his previous life, was not exactly comparable to Ishur, who had been actively learning at his own will, and if Faro wanted him to achieve something similar to Ishur, he said it was a slightly harsh demand.

"We need to be a little more motivated and remember. Do you want more time to study?"

"Eh."

Isaac is shrinking in front of his desk. but if you are unhappy with your face while leaning down and swooping your cheeks and pointing your mouth a little, it doesn't look like the wind that might be holding you back.

On the desk was a little rough paper of tanned colour and a lot of letters were written.

It is only the Belsch family's territory, and once in a while, it can be studied using paper and ink.

Even though I can study with paper. But I guess it's a little pathetic.

Ishur felt a little sympathy for Isaac, who was puffing, and when he tried to open his mouth to call Faro to take something back, now he heard a bell ringing a lot from the outside.

"Coming!

When Isaac jumped up and screamed, he threw the feather pen in his hand and jumped out of the room.

Today.

Ishur also decided to undo the scroll he had taken and follow Isaac.

Today was the day a pedestrian came to the village from Ellistar, several times a year.

"Not at all."

Farro gets a sigh.

The ink that flew out of the thrown feather pen was creating a slight stain on the paper.

Horse carriages loaded with crates, hemp bags, etc. are stopped in the village square. The horse was removed from his luggage and he was also taken to the stables of the Bersch family or he is not in the square. One merchant seems to be busy unpacking loads. The villagers were coming together little by little.

Isaac, who had come earlier, did not go to the carriage at the heart of the carriage, but went to the side of the biggest of the three men standing at appropriate intervals around it, talking about something.

The men were mercenaries who had escorted the pedestrians, which might be a little exaggerated, or should I say a cautionary stick ——.

Ishur is also talking to a man. I'll go to Isaac. The caution stick wore leather torso armor, as well as leather twists and small hands, carrying a large two-handed sword. Because it's bigger than anyone else in the village, it's quite powerful with muscles caught in the red copper skin burnt in the day.

The other two wore similar armor, the weapon carrying a spear taller and a bow and arrow for the smaller one. Not as good as the big guy in front of you, but he looks like he's wearing a workout.

"Uncle, have you ever fought a bandit? My dad used to tell me that sometimes you go out on the streets."

Isaac looks up at the big man, his eyes shining and talking.

"Oh, of course."

A man answers with a nostalgic smile that doesn't look good on him.

Merchants who regularly come to the village are sometimes escorted by knight apprentices and squires from the knights of the Baron family, lords. I guess the Knights are busy or understaffed this time, and the merchants did the caution stick.

"My uncle works in Ellistar on a caution stick?

Ishur interrupted the conversation between the two as he lined up next to Isaac.

"Oh, yeah."

When the man looked at Ishur, he continued to talk about whether he perceived Ishur's desire to listen to him in more detail.

"When I was younger, I used to be a mercenary in a big city in the southern Mediterranean, but the money was accumulating, and I was getting older, so I came back to my birthplace to do a little easier work."

"Hmm. Where's the big city in the Mediterranean?

"Braga is the place. Every country there is small, but it's rich. You hire a lot of mercenaries."

The Mediterranean Sea is the sea south of this continent.

On the shores of the Mediterranean, a number of wealthy urban states flourish in dealings with the southern continent, known as Bermula, on the opposite shore, often with each other in restraint, but in cooperation and confrontation if attacked by the surrounding predominantly landlocked powers, thus preserving their independence. Mercenaries from the Mediterranean group of urban states were famous.

Braga is one of its leading urban states.

Can I go that far if I become a mercenary? Even if you go to Ellistar and become a merchant, you won't get a chance to get to that point. Even so, how about being a mercenary?

From what Ishl once heard about the mercenaries and bounty hunters Farro, they are like the brutes, the ones who were kicked out of their homeland by crime. And very strong, he also said. From a full body of force, I guess the man in front of you is also strong. I don't know if he's done crime locally in the past or if he was a bump.

Anyway, if I look like my big uncle, I wouldn't be very much like the big man in front of me, considering my middle meat middle back, no, my little parents one way or another. The motor nerves feel like there, but I don't think they have any special sword talent, or anyone to learn from.

"Uncle, you look very strong."

"Really? Heh. Thanks. Boy."

Talks continue about Isaac and the big man while Ishur thinks about it.

I was about to ask if I had learned the sword from someone, and the blurring happened behind my back, and I heard voices I had heard somewhere.

Looking back, my grandmother, Melillah's grandmother, who held me hostage when Lucell was born, was shouting out loud.

"Somebody tell me if it fits with a 45 seal"

Grandma is looking around with her hands in her arms toward the merchant standing by her luggage. You buy more than one thing and you don't know how much it will all be, or you can't believe the amount of merchant bills, or something like that.

The opposing merchant smiles bitterly, and some of those around him have broken their fingers and counted, but nobody seems to be able to answer immediately.

A 45-seal is a unit of 45 copper coins and the currency used in the Kingdom of Ladis and neighbouring countries.

Ishur walked towards his grandmother.

I look at the loader as I walk. The sale is confirmed when my mother brought me here before. It doesn't seem much different this time. One of the tweezers is empty and something like a pattern tweezer is penetrated. "Oil," it says. It would be used for lighting, such as candles.

"Grandma, hiccup. What's wrong?"

He slid through the crowds gathered around him, and came before his grandmother and spoke.

"Hmm? Yeah, at Else's."

"It's Ishr."

"Oh Ishl. Do you understand?

Grandma smiled and asked.

"How much did you buy?

"Oil. I bought seven seals a cup until I filled up with my brick."

said the old lady with a tweezer in both hands.

"Boy, I gave you four seals for seven cups with that pattern and made it 45 seals."

The merchant has interrupted the story.

"Well, that suits you."

I nodded at my grandmother.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Seven glasses for seven seals a cup makes forty-nine seals. Pull four seals from it and it's forty-five. Definitely."

When I explained it in a little detail, Grandma seemed convinced too.

"Wow. Can you do a little math?

The merchant listened with admiration.

"Yeah. A simple one would do the math."

"That's amazing. How old are you now?

"Seven."

"Heh. Who taught you that?"

"To Uncle Farro"

I couldn't say I could have done it before I was born, so I deceived my great-uncle by giving him his name.

"What do you say? If you can get out of the village, why don't you work for your uncle?"

If you're about seven, it's a little early to be an apprentice at work, but it's not unlikely. All the children in the village help with field work and chores from about four or five years of age.

But it just feels like I've been speaking out in the middle of a conversation. I wouldn't be so serious.

Not that it's a boat to cross. If you're doing business with a neighboring village from Ellistar, it's not that big of a deal, probably.

A merchant with a bigger business would be better anyway. Ellistar must have some of those big stores.

I'll think about it.

I laughed and deceived when I said something untouched around, and said hello to Melillah's grandmother and returned her heels to leave the spot, and there were a couple of girls in front of me, about the same age. They must have come to look at the merchant merchandise, too.

There was Melilla in it.

He opens his eyes wide and seems a little surprised.

"Ishur, that's amazing. It's not just reading and writing, it's calculating numbers."

It was rumored to be known to many people in the village that Ishur had learned to read and write himself since he was a little girl and was soon able to do so, but today's events have made it newly known that he can do both merchants and impressive arithmetic. Regardless of simple additions and deductions, there is no one in the village who can calculate the multiplication.

After this, Ishur became rumored to be a genius, a prodigy, whether he appeared alone in the village every ten years or not, in fifty years.

Ishur thought the matter would work positively for him to leave the village and become a merchant in the city.

But it wasn't as easy to carry as he expected.

After this, the rumors led to a catastrophe that would radically change his life.