Chapter 76
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Chapter 76
Ian-nim, Ian-nim!
Hannah shouted as she crossed the garden. Ian, who had been cutting Grula sprouts, turned his head, and she, panting, presented him with a letter. The seal was not stamped, but the envelope was of high quality due to its durability.
A letter has arrived from Merellof!
Oh, is that so.
Ian took off his gloves and accepted the letter. It seemed unlikely to be from the count In that case, the one capable of writing at the mansion was obvious.
It seems to be from the butler.
What? Not from the count?
If theres no seal, its unlikely. If it were from the count, he wouldnt have passed it through you.
Probably, the count would have come out to the front gate himself and ordered Ian to receive it directly. Regardless of the situation, the disparity between a count and a baron without an official title ceremony was clear.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
Ian elegantly tore open the envelope and read the contents on the spot. Hannah, who was illiterate, rolled her eyes, trying to gauge Ians expression.
Is it the content you were waiting for, Ian-nim?
Not what I was waiting for, but its welcome news.
Ian lightly folded the paper and patted Hannahs shoulder. Then he instructed Beric, who was lazing under a tree shade.
Beric, stop playing around and go downstairs.
Downstairs? Why there?
Bring Sir Romandro too. Contact the kitchen to mix a little flour and appropriate ingredients to make a lump.
The butler was inquiring whether it was possible to trade Grula on behalf of the count.
Greetings, Lord Ian. Please forgive me for addressing you simply and for writing in place of the count. Currently, Count Merellof is not in a position to respond.
The simple address was due to Ian not yet receiving a surname. The counts inability to respond was an obvious lie. The initial message sent to Merellof was about an assassination plot, yet there was still no formal reply.
Probably, the butler wrote the congratulatory message regarding the title award too.
Regarding the conspirators you informed us about, Merellof is conducting thorough investigations. Please wait a little longer. The reason for writing this letter is to inquire if you could open up Grula trade.
Its heard that you strictly prohibit trading Grula with outsiders. We respect that decision, but considering the upcoming winter, I took up the pen.
This is my personal proposal, unrelated to the count. However, if you permit, Lord Ian, I will ensure a satisfactory trade for both parties.
I hope for your generous understanding, and I conclude this letter.
Butler of Merellof Mansion, Samon.
Its a joke, just a joke.
Collin clasped his neck at Ians jest. Beric, chuckling, dragged him out, and Collin was intoxicated by the outside air he hadnt breathed in nearly a month. It felt like he was sensing life again after standing on the brink of death.
Romandro, who was observing, suggested to Ian.
Should we assign someone to watch him, just in case?
Yes. Please provide a suitable person.
Hmm. Lets see, Ill find someone.
It was obvious. The thing fed to Collin was just a crude lump of flour, so it was proper to place another real precaution.
If youve decided to go to Sherion, it must be nearly the end.
The guy who calculates everything so precisely Hm, no. If that meticulous count is willing to pay extra to go to Sherion, then yes, it must be quite desperate.
We should start gathering Grula.
Crows flew across the sky. Against the high, blue sky, their blackness seemed especially stark. It appeared to be time to wrap up the last hope and prepare for winter.
If we do strike a deal, would one sack of Grula for one gold coin be appropriate? Romandro, leading the way, turned back to ask.
Ian was curious about the price they planned to sell the Grula for if the trade was successful. Though it felt extravagant to put a price on things that grow in the mountains and fields, they had already set a standard price of one gold coin for three sacks.
One coin?
Ian waved his hand dismissively, as if the idea was absurd.
Im thinking, at the very least, really the minimum, to receive ten gold coins for each sack.
The opportunity was one-time only.
He had already reported to Prince Mariv that Grula was edible. In the central regions, rumors were spreading that Grula was a health food, and for all he knew, this might already be happening at the top levels.
After this winter, especially after the New Years celebration, the value of Grula would become known throughout Bariel.
By then, there will be too much supply to sell, so I need to make a big profit this time.
Honestly, if possible, he wanted to completely empty the Merellofs storehouses. The trade guild would come back to Merellof anytime, and spring would return as well. Just because Merellofs mansion storehouse might be a bit empty this winter, would it stay that way forever?
That seems like an excessive amount. Do you think its possible given the counts nature?
If hes on the brink of death, Count Merellof will realize it. No matter how abundant, one cannot eat gold coins.
Ian smiled broadly and turned his gaze to a pile of boxes on one side of the garden. They were lumps of Grula collected as taxes.
Romandro felt an indescribable sense of intimidation from Ians bright smile, thinking that life would be tough if he ever crossed this man.
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Chapter 76
Ian-nim, Ian-nim!
Hannah shouted as she crossed the garden. Ian, who had been cutting Grula sprouts, turned his head, and she, panting, presented him with a letter. The seal was not stamped, but the envelope was of high quality due to its durability.
A letter has arrived from Merellof!
Oh, is that so.
Ian took off his gloves and accepted the letter. It seemed unlikely to be from the count In that case, the one capable of writing at the mansion was obvious.
It seems to be from the butler.
What? Not from the count?
If theres no seal, its unlikely. If it were from the count, he wouldnt have passed it through you.
Probably, the count would have come out to the front gate himself and ordered Ian to receive it directly. Regardless of the situation, the disparity between a count and a baron without an official title ceremony was clear.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
Ian elegantly tore open the envelope and read the contents on the spot. Hannah, who was illiterate, rolled her eyes, trying to gauge Ians expression.
Is it the content you were waiting for, Ian-nim?
Not what I was waiting for, but its welcome news.
Ian lightly folded the paper and patted Hannahs shoulder. Then he instructed Beric, who was lazing under a tree shade.
Beric, stop playing around and go downstairs.
Downstairs? Why there?
Bring Sir Romandro too. Contact the kitchen to mix a little flour and appropriate ingredients to make a lump.
The butler was inquiring whether it was possible to trade Grula on behalf of the count.
Greetings, Lord Ian. Please forgive me for addressing you simply and for writing in place of the count. Currently, Count Merellof is not in a position to respond.
The simple address was due to Ian not yet receiving a surname. The counts inability to respond was an obvious lie. The initial message sent to Merellof was about an assassination plot, yet there was still no formal reply.
Probably, the butler wrote the congratulatory message regarding the title award too.
Regarding the conspirators you informed us about, Merellof is conducting thorough investigations. Please wait a little longer. The reason for writing this letter is to inquire if you could open up Grula trade.
Its heard that you strictly prohibit trading Grula with outsiders. We respect that decision, but considering the upcoming winter, I took up the pen.
This is my personal proposal, unrelated to the count. However, if you permit, Lord Ian, I will ensure a satisfactory trade for both parties.
I hope for your generous understanding, and I conclude this letter.
Butler of Merellof Mansion, Samon.
Its a joke, just a joke.
Collin clasped his neck at Ians jest. Beric, chuckling, dragged him out, and Collin was intoxicated by the outside air he hadnt breathed in nearly a month. It felt like he was sensing life again after standing on the brink of death.
Romandro, who was observing, suggested to Ian.
Should we assign someone to watch him, just in case?
Yes. Please provide a suitable person.
Hmm. Lets see, Ill find someone.
It was obvious. The thing fed to Collin was just a crude lump of flour, so it was proper to place another real precaution.
If youve decided to go to Sherion, it must be nearly the end.
The guy who calculates everything so precisely Hm, no. If that meticulous count is willing to pay extra to go to Sherion, then yes, it must be quite desperate.
We should start gathering Grula.
Crows flew across the sky. Against the high, blue sky, their blackness seemed especially stark. It appeared to be time to wrap up the last hope and prepare for winter.
If we do strike a deal, would one sack of Grula for one gold coin be appropriate? Romandro, leading the way, turned back to ask.
Ian was curious about the price they planned to sell the Grula for if the trade was successful. Though it felt extravagant to put a price on things that grow in the mountains and fields, they had already set a standard price of one gold coin for three sacks.
One coin?
Ian waved his hand dismissively, as if the idea was absurd.
Im thinking, at the very least, really the minimum, to receive ten gold coins for each sack.
The opportunity was one-time only.
He had already reported to Prince Mariv that Grula was edible. In the central regions, rumors were spreading that Grula was a health food, and for all he knew, this might already be happening at the top levels.
After this winter, especially after the New Years celebration, the value of Grula would become known throughout Bariel.
By then, there will be too much supply to sell, so I need to make a big profit this time.
Honestly, if possible, he wanted to completely empty the Merellofs storehouses. The trade guild would come back to Merellof anytime, and spring would return as well. Just because Merellofs mansion storehouse might be a bit empty this winter, would it stay that way forever?
That seems like an excessive amount. Do you think its possible given the counts nature?
If hes on the brink of death, Count Merellof will realize it. No matter how abundant, one cannot eat gold coins.
Ian smiled broadly and turned his gaze to a pile of boxes on one side of the garden. They were lumps of Grula collected as taxes.
Romandro felt an indescribable sense of intimidation from Ians bright smile, thinking that life would be tough if he ever crossed this man.
Chapter 76Ian-nim, Ian-nim!Hannah shouted as she crossed the garden. Ian, who had been cutting Grula sprouts, turned his head, and she, panting, presented him with a letter. The seal was not stamped, but the envelope was of high quality due to its durability.A letter has arrived from Merellof!Oh, is that so.Ian took off his gloves and accepted the letter. It seemed unlikely to be from the count In that case, the one capable of writing at the mansion was obvious.It seems to be from the butler.What? Not from the count?If theres no seal, its unlikely. If it were from the count, he wouldnt have passed it through you.Probably, the count would have come out to the front gate himself and ordered Ian to receive it directly. Regardless of the situation, the disparity between a count and a baron without an official title ceremony was clear.Nvl--1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.Ian elegantly tore open the envelope and read the contents on the spot. Hannah, who was illiterate, rolled her eyes, trying to gauge Ians expression.Is it the content you were waiting for, Ian-nim?Not what I was waiting for, but its welcome news.Ian lightly folded the paper and patted Hannahs shoulder. Then he instructed Beric, who was lazing under a tree shade.Beric, stop playing around and go downstairs.Downstairs? Why there?Bring Sir Romandro too. Contact the kitchen to mix a little flour and appropriate ingredients to make a lump.The butler was inquiring whether it was possible to trade Grula on behalf of the count.Greetings, Lord Ian. Please forgive me for addressing you simply and for writing in place of the count. Currently, Count Merellof is not in a position to respond.The simple address was due to Ian not yet receiving a surname. The counts inability to respond was an obvious lie. The initial message sent to Merellof was about an assassination plot, yet there was still no formal reply.Probably, the butler wrote the congratulatory message regarding the title award too.Regarding the conspirators you informed us about, Merellof is conducting thorough investigations. Please wait a little longer. The reason for writing this letter is to inquire if you could open up Grula trade.Its heard that you strictly prohibit trading Grula with outsiders. We respect that decision, but considering the upcoming winter, I took up the pen.This is my personal proposal, unrelated to the count. However, if you permit, Lord Ian, I will ensure a satisfactory trade for both parties.I hope for your generous understanding, and I conclude this letter.Butler of Merellof Mansion, Samon.Its a joke, just a joke.Collin clasped his neck at Ians jest. Beric, chuckling, dragged him out, and Collin was intoxicated by the outside air he hadnt breathed in nearly a month. It felt like he was sensing life again after standing on the brink of death.Romandro, who was observing, suggested to Ian.Should we assign someone to watch him, just in case?Yes. Please provide a suitable person.Hmm. Lets see, Ill find someone.It was obvious. The thing fed to Collin was just a crude lump of flour, so it was proper to place another real precaution.If youve decided to go to Sherion, it must be nearly the end.The guy who calculates everything so precisely Hm, no. If that meticulous count is willing to pay extra to go to Sherion, then yes, it must be quite desperate.We should start gathering Grula.Crows flew across the sky. Against the high, blue sky, their blackness seemed especially stark. It appeared to be time to wrap up the last hope and prepare for winter.If we do strike a deal, would one sack of Grula for one gold coin be appropriate? Romandro, leading the way, turned back to ask.Ian was curious about the price they planned to sell the Grula for if the trade was successful. Though it felt extravagant to put a price on things that grow in the mountains and fields, they had already set a standard price of one gold coin for three sacks.One coin?Ian waved his hand dismissively, as if the idea was absurd.Im thinking, at the very least, really the minimum, to receive ten gold coins for each sack.The opportunity was one-time only.He had already reported to Prince Mariv that Grula was edible. In the central regions, rumors were spreading that Grula was a health food, and for all he knew, this might already be happening at the top levels.After this winter, especially after the New Years celebration, the value of Grula would become known throughout Bariel.By then, there will be too much supply to sell, so I need to make a big profit this time.Honestly, if possible, he wanted to completely empty the Merellofs storehouses. The trade guild would come back to Merellof anytime, and spring would return as well. Just because Merellofs mansion storehouse might be a bit empty this winter, would it stay that way forever?That seems like an excessive amount. Do you think its possible given the counts nature?If hes on the brink of death, Count Merellof will realize it. No matter how abundant, one cannot eat gold coins.Ian smiled broadly and turned his gaze to a pile of boxes on one side of the garden. They were lumps of Grula collected as taxes.Romandro felt an indescribable sense of intimidation from Ians bright smile, thinking that life would be tough if he ever crossed this man.
