Sweet Reincarnation

After the garment artisans left the Mortairn family in confusion.

Inside the Mortairn family, the inner circle was consulted.

"Boy, do you really think you can do it in ten days? If you suck, I'll just get you a cloth, but that's how easy it is to hang up, right?

Shiites clearly expresses his concerns.

This man's job is to be an assistant lord and includes pre-washing out as many concerns and anxiety elements as possible and preventing policy overlooks.

From a young person who has just been hired by the Mortairn family, it is a job that can easily be mistaken because it also appears to be a mere harassment and coarse search, but which requires considerable experience and knowledge to explore more possibilities with high visibility. It would be a job that would not be served by the young people there.

We also need the majesty of being able to point out mistakes without making any mistakes to the people of the Lords. Equipped with experience and majesty, Shiites is an irreplaceable and valuable asset to Pais.

"I know. But there will also be a cloth that I originally have at hand. Because I'm an artisan."

"Having said that, you know what cloth one artisan has on hand. Even if you can handle one outfit, are there any artisans who store the finest in both outfits?

"Right. Isn't that why you said it? He wants us to assemble our forces. If each one brought it over, it would be quite something, wouldn't it?

"Oh? I see. Is that what you mean?"

The understanding finally caught up with what Pais said, Shiites.

I nodded so much to what the Lords proxy was trying to do.

"Huh? What do you mean?

In contrast, it's the young Joan who has no idea what he's trying to do. Young people like hairy rookies, even though they have about a year of experience. He is a teenager who would be treated like a child if the world were a world.

Somehow, even if it can be inferred that Pace said that we should all work together, we have no idea what that means there.

If I brought the cloth over, I would have about two clothes, it seemed like I was just saying, but seeing how the squire was doing, that wasn't all, it seemed like there was some deep intent.

Seeing Joan like that, Shiites looks like he chewed up the citrus peel without any down-treatment.

"Joan, you're still understudied. We need to work out a little bit more. That's not gonna show the new ones coming in."

Shiitz's light gen trick pokes Tin and Joan in the head.

The belly of the Mortairn family, as a job for the squire chief, had a secondary selection of newcomers to be recruited at the beginning of the year. That's why I have a sense of crisis that the difference in strength between the more and more talented young people that will come in and the seniors who are here today is a problem. If newcomers are better, they will be taken lightly as seniors. There are no examples (occasionally) of tissue moving smoothly due to lightening above.

It was Pais who stopped Shiites from trying to start the sermon as it was.

"Fair enough. Even Joan has grown over the past year. Joan, do you know how many garment artisans there are in this realm right now?

"Isn't it just the four of us just now?

"The four of us just now are the union's parent crowd. There are three brothers under each of them. It is normal for the discipleship framework to be determined by union policy again. I mean, if there's more, there's sixteen artisans. That's all you can say about the cap."

"Ha."

The number of craftsmen is strictly controlled in this world as well as in the Kingdom of God.

There are several reasons for this, but one is because of the significance of industrial protection.

This world, where literacy rates are low and books and other things are super luxury products, the handover of craftsmanship and knowledge is all about oral heritage. In other words, if there are no skilled craftsmen, the technology becomes lost-technology as it is. But even if you teach technology to anyone, you can strangle the person you teach. Humanity wants to hide the knowledge and technology that will be gold if it can be done.

Heritage of technology and secrecy of technology. It is self-evident that if we want to combine these two conflicting, we will set limits on the person who teaches.

Too many disciples hinder secrecy, and too few hinder inheritance. It is customary for disciples to have up to three, that about three, positive, deputy and spare, would be reasonable. Regardless, there are also secrets of a single child transmission, so it is only informative.

"If you're making regular clothes, one parent has three disciples. Even if the needle is there to share the work, this is the extent. But I had a deadline of ten days. Just a few of us can't make it. There may not be enough ingredients either. When that happens, what do you think they'll think?

"Want help elsewhere?

Joan replied with a lack of confidence.

If it's beyond the control of the parent alone, why don't you ask the other parent to help you? You should be right if you don't even consider the sense of parental territory or the pride of reluctance to help work.

But whether it is possible, even if we merely help as we went forward. I wasn't sure about Joan.

To the young man's anxious answer, the lord's deputy boy nods to Eagle Deep. It's not what I found out which one is older.

"Exactly. It doesn't end in small numbers. The form of increasing the number of people is not uncommon. It's what every craftsman does, and that's how the habit of helping each other accommodate some work starts in the first place."

Let's just say I leave it to one place, where my parents and my brother-in-law work eight hours and have a job that takes a month. If more than one parent can take turns and spend twenty-four full hours, even a third of the day is theoretically possible.

It's physically impossible for one person to work triple, but if you want the three of us to work together, there must be one.

In fact, there are four parents. Even if it's tight, it's not impossible. That's what Pace was trying to say, Joan understood.

"Ha. But then, even if we don't have a choice this time, it's gonna be a job deal or something, right?

"You've seen it step by step. Exactly. So the union is basically tough on new entries. However, in Mortairn territory, where demand is rising, such barriers to entry stand in the way of improving supply capacity"

"Huh?"

"In other realms, basically, the craftsman in nobility is one of the protagonists. It's a lot and two. Orders are also made through them, and work is assigned in a complete pyramid structure, even within the Union. But this time, I didn't dare to decide who the four of us were and order a job. I asked an organization called the union to work together. Besides, deadlines are strict in common sense. Now, what is the movement within the Union that happens in this case"

"Something... a fight?

Again, Joan seemed anxious.

In other realms, such as the Wang capital, a union is created for a single occupation. Because there are many advantages to binding.

An organization that can do this always creates a right of initiative dispute or conflict of opinion. To rule, there must be someone with strong leadership and charisma, or else what is the only authority in the background to make it the core of the assembly.

In many unions, this core authority is the back shield of the Lords. With the golden sign of your possession, it will also be seen at a glance inside the Union, where the aggregation of opinions will take place around it.

But in this case, it's like the Mortairns made it clear they wouldn't make you a hug.

If you do, Joan feared that each would fall apart.

"It's a shame, it's a competition and cooperation. It's a demand from my impatient nobility, and a rather unscrupulous demand. Not familiar with the Mortairn family, they don't do risky imitations of taking responsibility on their own. If you have enough time, it will be a push for responsibility, but if time is imminent, there are only two options they should take. Avoidance of responsibility through exit from the union, or spread of responsibility by a large number of people. They will avoid the option of leaving, which they know will be a painful life when they leave Mortairn territory. Then maybe everyone will settle down in the form of the person in charge."

Normally, it would be more stable to build and protect your craftsman. But Pace's aim is different.

If there is a difference between a craftsman, such as Wang Du, and a craftsman in Mortaire territory, in that history, power relations and capital power are almost sidelined by all parents. There is a reason why it is necessary to do so in a way that is unique to the territory of Mortarn.

"What happens when you do?

"Like, it becomes a flat organization, not the kind of organization where one powerful person stands at the top and is sequenced. Maybe it's a council system. That will also create competition and competition on an equal footing with nature, and synergies will be created by working with each other."

"So the aim of the young lady is to force them to cooperate?

"Yeah. That too, on a reciprocal footing for everyone where possible. Now they've just emigrated, too, so they don't seem to be able to afford it, but if they loosen up in life, so do those who give out their greed. In that case, what the vested right to union would think would be an excessive monopoly of the logic and benefits of exclusion. It doesn't have to be, it has a diverse set of artisans, different cultures and ways of doing things. If you don't want to change your way, you might even get into a lead fight. Now that we have gathered craftsmen from all over the kingdom of the Horn God, it makes no sense"

"Ha."

A union originally has implications as an organization for the weak to confront the strong.

Every single artisan in a weak position also has many strengths if he or she aligns his or her footsteps in a group.

For example, even large merchant opponents will be able to negotiate prices and discounts, and will be able to turn down a certain amount of impotence towards nobility.

But bargaining power by these groups also acts as a pressure on power mechanisms and others if they go too far.

It would be great if weak craftsmen came together to protect themselves, but it would be harmful if the strong became used as a tool for seeking greater wealth and power.

Even Pais wants to have a good relationship with the craftsmen as long as he can be the ruler of Mortarn territory.

One thing you need to do to do that.

"I want to create a system for artisans to work with each other from now on. In doing so, the various techniques and knowledge scattered throughout the world become the property of Mortaire territory as one collective knowledge. The best in the world is no longer a pictorial matter."

"Yes, does it work?

"It's our job to make it work. Joan, do you know the quickest way to wrap up a person that would otherwise be counterproductive?

"... I don't know"

Craftsmen who brushed their arms with other collars. The seeds of the quarrel are likely to be scattered throughout them.

How to bring that together. Is such an affordable product convenient?

Joan tilted his neck, but for some reason Shiites was a nigga.

"It's about making a common enemy. That, too, the stronger you are, the more united you stand. It would be best to block the escape route in advance."

To Pace's words, oh well, Joan slapped his hand.

But then there is only one enemy in this case.

"Is the young man the enemy?

"Yeah. What do you say, do you feel strong? I think I may be powerless."

"No, I'm fine. It's my strongest enemy. You can't win. Making it an enemy sucks. He's the perfect villain for nothing more. Oh, Mr. Nicolo said he was a demon the other day."

"You don't have to say that much"

Joan and Shiitz laughed at the flashing pais.

"The experience of a successful major project and the sense of solidarity in the face of a common enemy is what it takes for the craftsmen of Mortaire territory to be the best in the world from now on. Once we look at the margins, we estimate twenty days… after ten days and expiry of deadlines, the pressure exerted with the best in the world can be aimed at sharing inventory, disclosing technology, enlivening debate and establishing an intraterritorial division of labour system. In other words, the union organization becomes one technical group, not an independent pro-party gathering. If that happens, it's really only a matter of time before the best craftsmen in the world are born. Joan."

"Yes?"

"I will promote you and Corona to the head of this project. Means we'll both be in charge. You understand now, don't you?

"... competition and cooperation?

I guess Joan's answer was satisfactory for Pais as well. By nodding, he indicated that he was right.

"So will you arrange for Rico's measurements with your sister"

To make clothes, start with measurements.

Beyond being a measure of aristocratic women, certain considerations become necessary.

If you go out to a store somewhere and measure it, it could be a seed for unwanted rubbing. You're right to call the hall to finish it all in one measurement.

Women's access to private areas is also required. Since men have restrictions, they will have to check with female employees and arrange for a helpful maid, and they will need to be monitored and escorted.

It's a woman, and adding an arm standing corona is also because it helps with that hand thing, but here Joan moved energetically for some reason.

"It's my turn!!

Let's stick with Joan, who's just asking me to leave it to him.

If you look at the color of the eyes, the impure motive is faint.

"... the main thing will be to let Colo do it"

"Oh no. A chance at a corner. Oh, I can stand by the measurements, too, can't I?

In common sense, Joan's offer is rejected.

But this time there was someone I was sorry to joke about. It is Pais, whoever it may be. The actions to be taken by her husband, Pais, are determined against Joan, who said he wanted to peek into Licorice's thin clothes.

Shiitz, who was beside him, perceived everything and moved quickly.

"Shiites"

"Aye. Joan, you just give me a little face. It's a good opportunity, I'll give you a little rub."

"Huh?"

"Here we go. I wear a cold suit, but you can keep it that way. Don't be shy. Simply put a special swordsmanship archery on him. That makes my head cold when I think about it. It's been a long time since I've dealt with you. You're in luck. Pleasure."

"Oh, chief squire, it's icy out there. It's cold. Huh? Ghaaaa!!

That day, Joan's sad cry, he said, lasted until dark.