Chapter 11

Would it be my mistake if Clerivan's expression of brushing off the wood debris from his clothes looks very happy?

There was still a moment in the classroom.

All of the children, including me, were so busy looking at the log in front and the Clerivan alternately.

"Sell it?"

Belsach was the first to break the silence.

The guy who was sitting hung up on the seat he was lying down throughout the class made an impression and asked.

"Yes, yes. This task is to sell these logs and get the money."

Belsach or not. Clerivan's smile remained unchanged.

"You can use any method to sell things. You can cut or split this tree, or burn it if necessary."

So, in a word, you just need to sell it, regardless of the means and methods.

“Hmm…….”

It was the same for me that I can't remember the pointed number.

As Clerivan said, that was just a log and it didn't seem to have any special corners.

It's a timber and light b-bo tree, but you won't be able to lift it and move it alone.

Besides, such a tree is so common that it can be sold to anyone who needs firewood at best.

It was when I was wondering what to do.

"However, you shouldn't use your position. You should only sell this tree to people who need it."

"Alas."

A little sigh came right next to me on the last condition Clerivan had.

It was Mayron and Gilliu.

The two guys were sighing with their eyes lowered as if they were very sorry.

What, what were you thinking.

As I was looking at them with very suspicious glances, Larane, who was quietly listening to Clerivan's words, carefully raised his hand.

"There … ."

"Yes, Larane, please tell me."

“Lift it myself....., do I have to carry it?"

Is it embarrassing to ask a question, his white face turned red.

“Don't worry about it. This is just a sample, and it will already be delivered one by one to your place.”

"Ah, that's good."

If I was worried about having to go with that heavy whine, or if I heard the answer, Larane smiled, and a pretty dimple fell into her cheek.

"I don't like it."

I am admiring Larane, which is pretty as a lily, and I hear an uneven voice.1

It was Belsach's fat voice.

"Why do I have to do that?"

That guy is also short, just as expected.

The mouth is still smiling, but the laughter disappears from Clerivan's eyes.

"What is such a thing, Belsach?"

"Selling things like that. Why do I have to do things like that?"

"Why do you think it's only for the people below?"

"My mother did that. It's bad to deal with money."

It was such a serene word that I grinned.

Seral, a native of Angenas, a second-class family in the Lambrew Empire, was truly 'aristocratic'.

In fact, in the past, there were times when direct money transactions and obsession with money were regarded as non-aristocratic.

But that's all old days too.

The nobles were shocked by the appearance of Lombardy starting as commerce and taking control of everything with the power of money.

Realizing the power of one or two assets, they were either putting up a ring with the money they had been sleeping on or actively setting up the top and jumping into commerce.

That's why the Angenas family, which lasted until the end, created the top of Durak and reached out to the room textile market.

I recalled the last time Durak visited the mansion to seek Lombardy's help.

But Belsach, the descendant of Angenas, is making such an easy-going sound.

“Then it can't be helped.”

Clerivan said that it was a pity.

“I have no choice but to give Belsach a failing point for this assignment.”

"Failure point?"

Belsach's face, muttering the word 'failure point' for a moment, quickly turned red.

"Why am I failing?"

"There is no way to do anything. This assignment is to sell things, but Belsach refuses to do so, so I have to fail."

“Then it’s okay for the teacher to change the assignment! The problem is that the assignments are stupid from the start!”

"Is that so. Okay."

That was it.

Clerivan was neither angry nor tried to make Belsach understand.

He just turned around and said to us except Belsach.

"You can have the money from selling the tree logs, and the person who earns the most money has a reward, so please work hard."

Eventually, Belsach, who was completely excluded, groaned.

'Boom!'

He opened the door and left.

That didn't mean anyone cares.

I went a little closer and looked at the tree.

"Hmm."

I wondered if there was anything I was missing, but it was really an ordinary log.

Clerivan said he could use any method.

I squatted in front of the tree, stabbing the rough shells and starting to roll my head fiercely.

Tree. Where can I use the tree?

It was obvious that I would not receive a few pennies even if I tried to sell it as it is.

If so, it means that you have to process it.

The moment I thought about it, there was a flashing memory in my head.

Oh, there was that person.

The person who will make these crude logs reborn as artifacts.

The man was now in Lombardy.

* * *

The room that my father and I use is more like an apartment than a 'room'.

There is only one entrance door to this place, but there are four rooms connected to the space used as a living room and reception room.

Compared to the place where the other brothers of my father live, it looks a lot smaller, but it is a perfect size for us.

If my father doesn't mess with books all over the parlor like today.

When I came out of the room, I was amazed at the messed-up living room, and I was standing far away, but my dad couldn't see me because he was immersed in what he was doing.

Being careful not to step on the books on the floor, I went to my father's side and saw him drawing something hard.

"Dad ...?"

"Oh, did Tia come?"

Hearing my voice, my father raised his head and smiled brightly.

"Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not busy."

As my father said so, he shrugged off what he was drawing and put it away.

Even your daughter may be a little annoying if interfere you with what you were focusing on.

Rather, my father hugged me tightly.

"Actually, I have a request for my dad."

"Oh, my Tia is asking for a favor. Dad will listen to anything."

"That's it. Please draw a picture."

"Drawing?"

Father tilted his head.

"Yes, what kind of picture would you like to draw? Flowers? Trees? Or cute animals?"

"Grandmother's face."

"Grandmother's face?"

What I asked for was pretty embarrassing, my father blinked silently.

"Yes, I wonder what Grandma was like."

It was my grandmother who died a few years before I was born.

I saw the image in the portrait left behind, but that was all...

If you knew my curious mind, I grabbed the sketchbook again, which my father had pushed back even though he was scratching his cheek.

"Well....... The last time I saw her was too long ago. I don't remember well."

While saying so, my father's hand moved quickly.

Without hesitating a few times, the pencil in his hand moved like dancing on white paper.

I quietly sat next to my father and watched him.

There was only a crunching sound in the living room.

"Oh, this is it"

"Wow!"

It wasn't a false cheer.

When I saw the finished painting, admiration flowed out without my knowledge.

The grandmother that my father remembers was smiling with a friendly smile.

There were some light wrinkles around the eyes, and the tail went down, similar to my father.

Although it was drawn only with black lines, I could feel the love for her son in both eyes.

"My mother was a very friendly person."

The words were blurred as if I missed my father.

Then he stroked the edge of the paper a few times with his thumb, then carefully pulled out a piece of paper and gave it to me.

"But why did you suddenly ask me to draw grandma's picture, Tia?"

"Well, I have someone to show it."

"Who?"

My dad seemed to want to ask more, but I rolled a piece of paper in one hand and jumped down from the chair.

"I'll come after playing outside for a while. I'll be back!"

"Huh? Outside?"

My father, who seemed embarrassed for a moment, shouted out into the head of my back as he opened the door and ran out.

"Please play carefully so as not to fall over!"

I'm not falling, father. How old am I!

* * *

In fact, does my father have the ability to read the future?1

Tuk.

"Ahh!"

I exited the main building where I live and headed for my destination with excitement, but my feet got caught in the stone beak.

"Hey!"

The seven-year-old was able to squeeze as much strength and balance as he could and was able to squeeze it against the ground with his other foot and not fall, but the pocket he had tied to his waist fell to the ground.

Oh, my snack pouch.

I could see a grain of candy rolling out of the stubborn pouch.

It rolled on the floor, but fortunately, it didn't get much dirt.

I quickly picked it up and blew it off.

No one sees it, but how is it?

After confirming that there was no visible dirt on the surface, I threw it in my mouth.

"Hey!"

Looking at the side of the sound, two small heads fell far behind the wall.

It was a familiar head.

"Come out."

Even though I talked to them, it's still without an answer.

"Gilliu, Mayron."

When I called their names, the twin procrastinated and approached me.

However, the facial expressions of the two are strange.

Gilliu stared at me, and the Mayron seemed to be restless.

"You ate what fell on the ground."1

"It's said that what fell on the ground must throwing away."

Oh, you saw it.

"Why, what. Why do you do that?"

I was very embarrassed to find out to eat candy that fell on the ground, but I decided to go out confidently.

"You will die, Tia."

"Let's go to Dr. O'Malley, Tia."

The twins grabbed my arms one by one and tried to pull me.

"A man barely dies from that?."

Annoying guys.

"Why are you two chasing me?"

The topic was switched before biting more horsetail.

"Well, that's..."

Fortunately, the twins suddenly became speechless and quiet.

"If you don't have anything to say, I'll go. Bye."

There was no time to be wasting like this here.

I'm busy on the way to go.

Turning around, Mayron said urgently to me.

"We want to go together!"

"Do you know where I am going?"

"I don't know, but it will be fun!"

"Right! Because Tia is fun!"

Are they feeding me now?

I thought about it for a while, but I could see one thing for sure.

I'm not the one who won't follow when other sayings don't follow me.

"Then, stay quiet so you don't bother. I'm busy."

"Okay!"

"I'll be quiet!"

The twins who nodded while laughing with identical faces were pretty cute.

I've seen sprouts in my beauty since I was a kid. You two.

And I started moving back to where I was supposed to.

He said he walked fast on my side, but his legs were still too short, so he didn't get as fast as he felt.

"But where are we going now?"

Someone who asked me was Gilliu, who was walking leisurely as if for a walk.

"Come and see, I know."

It's hard.

Fortunately, the person I was looking for was not far away.

Among the oversized Lombardy mansion buildings, it is the most outlying, but the most vibrant.

A very small town with houses with a completely different atmosphere from the main building where we live.

"Wow, whoa! Where is this?"

"I didn't know there was such a place in the mansion!"

The twins couldn't shut up and looked around and said.

"This is the home of Lombardy's resident employees and their families."

I triumphantly explained by wiping the sweat from the chin.

Now all I have to do is ask and find him.

A genius sculptor who bloomed late at the age of 30.

An artist from Lombardy who later sculpted the Emperor's figure.

Alpheo Jean, now 16 years old, is here somewhere.