Chapter 113 – 11. Frozen Land Can’t Dry (3)
The interview with the three merchants was long. Unlike Georges Garrel, the mayor of Saint-Bouche who had already destroyed all his cards his, they still had a dark heart. Even so, as the person who put in the order as a nobleman, he couldn’t take over the position of Rome, who had an absolute position.
“I heard he brought several technicians.”
“Ah, I heard that the baron has recently been very interested in the maintenance of the estate. They say they are looking for artisans here and there, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to meet the people we each recommend.”
Anyway, tired of numbers, they came looking for an opening to get more money. And Rom, who had no intention of taking advantage of such wild dogs, smiled and nodded his head.
“Let’s see, then shall we meet in turn?”
Suddenly, Marion, who had just returned from meeting the court bag, bowed her head and announced her return to her. It was the perfect time. Rom, who was sitting at the desk, tore off the corner of the stocked parchment with force, invisible from the sight of the three merchants.
She scribbled “What” On it as if writing a cliché, and then called and showed Marion.
“… !”
The aged maid’s forehead narrowed. It was in her thoughts. Marion, who seemed to be struggling for some time in her quiet air, shook her head. She then raised her voice to the three confused merchants, unable to guess the context of the conversation.
“I’m sorry during the interview, but it will be difficult to bring the technicians waiting in the corridor to the office.”
The bald Eugen and the old Thomas kept their mouths shut. It’s not that I didn’t want to ask why, but strictly speaking, it was because Rom was free to decide whether or not to meet the person they recommended.
“Why not? May I ask why?”
Of course, among the three, Marcel, who was relatively quick-tempered, could not hold back his curiosity and asked questions. Then, as if Marion had been waiting for the question, she refuted clearly with her hands airlifted forward.
“This is the residence of Madame Oriane Lemoang, the lord of Lemoang and the wife of the Marquis. It’s like the three of you with a clear identity. Even if it’s not a big deal, the possibility that the technician has been replaced by an assassin or a petty thief cannot be ignored.”
“Um…”
It was a theory. Marcel bit her mouth tight.
“It’s unfortunate, but the owner of this land died like that.”
Of course, it was not the assassin from the outside who harmed the 9th margrave, Gerard Lemoang, but the lady from within. But considering the truth, which will never be known, Marion’s logic was very orderly.
And Marcel, who was very resentful of the fact, and the two merchants, who regretted losing their good money, got up from their seats, probably thinking it was time to step down.
“Of course, the head maid is right, but…”
Rom, who had been pretending to think deeply while holding his chin, opened his mouth for that very moment.
“Still, he came a long way, but I would like to meet at least one or two people.”
It was a kind of rice cake. The baron looked back at the three merchants as if to patronize them, and smiled as they saw the color on their faces. I proposed to them with exaggerated gestures as if embracing.
“Everyone, how many technicians did you bring?”
“Baron? We invited four blacksmiths. It was difficult to invite the best people on the continent.”
The first to speak was Thomas Gillen, the old head of the Britannia Trading Company. Accompanied by a mining engineer along with road maintenance work, they believed in the casting arbitrage business, starting with the reissuance of Lemoang silver coins.
“The origin of our union is originally from stonemasons. A while ago, you made a visit to seek manpower for the repair of the citadel, and I am very confident that three technicians brought in from home will be of help.”
The next to speak was Eugen Bank, the bald head of the Brühllin Merchants Guild. He showed pride, saying how he knew how to find a craftsman for the repair and extension of Lemoang Fortress, and that he could introduce the best stone craftsman.
“There is only one person recommended by the Lucerne Chamber of Commerce.”
The last was Marcel Poincaré of the Lucerne Chamber. He confessed that it was only one person, enough to make the other two merchants blatantly sneer, but he nevertheless looked straight at him without hesitation.
“What kind of artisan are you?”
“I am an architect and a designer. I dare to say that I am of the same stature as the Baron in my industry. Originally from the kingdom of Aragon, he had a very secular character, but after criticizing the mad king’s tyranny, he fled to Gaul through our superiors after receiving death threats from his aids him.”
It was a very specific explanation. Rom, who was stroking his scruffy beard, was interested. He is an architect and designer, so he must have been brought in as a person who could be mobilized for the extension of the fortress, but the baron, who will soon become a family, needed to renovate a more important building than that.
The living space of Lemoang Citadel.
The new Baron of the North is about to be married. He needed a newlyweds house that was older than any other old house and more cozy, nice, and fit for purpose than a place boasting history and tradition. It was in that context that he was interested in the technician Marcel had brought with him.
“Good. Then, I will have a one-on-one interview with one of the technicians endorsed by each trade association. If something unpleasant happens, let’s ask for forgiveness from the head maid here and have a talk with them, assuming you’ I’ll take responsibility.”
After looking around his audience his, Rome nodded his head and asked if he agreed.
“… Well, you do.”
“No objection.”
“How do you decide the order?”
The three merchants quickly agreed. It was because he thought that it would be better than sending the people he brought back without seeing their faces.
“Mr. Poincare?”
“Yes, Baron.”
“I will start with the Lucerne Chamber, which does not need to elect a representative because it is one person.”
Marcel Poincaré bowed his head as if in honor. Eugen Bank and Thomas Gillen asked for understanding, perhaps to decide a representative for the next turn, and left in a hurry. In the northern part of the world, the money that the royal family and various merchants gave away was circulating like crazy, so I had to move a little busier to eat it.
“By the way, everyone must have brought letters of recommendation, right?”
That must have been the reason why those who nodded and took out the scrolls from their arms.
* * *
Pablo Cervantes.
An artist from the kingdom of Aragon, he was said to be a genius who was very good at mathematics. He referred to himself as a mathematician by profession. He seemed to perceive that he had a job as a mystic who explored the mysteries of the world, an alchemist who converted gold, and a wizard who pursued fun magic.
“Baron Romuald?”
A soldier knocked on the door and brought in a middle-aged man with a puffy hair. It hadn’t been long since Marion had taken the three merchants out.
“This is Pablo Cervantes from the Lucerne Chamber of Commerce.”
Artists usually have the impression that they are geeks. And the man from Aragon, who never deviated from that impression, showed no fear even in front of the man who became the biggest man in the northern part of Danggeum.
“Nice to meet you, Signor Cervantes.”
“I showed my face as a courtesy to the company that helped me in exile, but I don’t accept things that don’t interest me. I don’t particularly like anything related to architecture.”
Unlike the merchants who were anxious to win the project, he said it with a relaxed expression.
“Ah, is that your personality?”
Rom laughed knowingly. He fiddled with the pocket hidden in his sleeve his, quietly picked up the two pieces of metal that were making a jingling sound, and then asked him back pretending not to know.
“According to Mr. Poincaré, he is a very talented architect.”
“Because that was the best thing to do to make a living. However, how can you equate the task of putting a few twigs and stones on dust with a study that is close to the truth?”
“I would like to share some details with you. I’m interested in people like you. It is my personal opinion that technicians should be given preferential treatment.”
“As I said beforehand, the important thing is not how expensive you pay. It is how important buildings can be built.”
“That is a good belief. I mean, I want to talk about him. To be honest, I have a desire to hire you directly and become a person who works for our estate for a long time, except for the Lucerne Chamber.”
Ting! Rom, who flicked a Gallic gold coin at Pablo’s hair, watched his reaction to his. He grabbed it with the palm of his hand and put the gold coin in his hand on the desk with a snort.
“Are you trying to insult me? Do you dare to buy this Aragonese genius, Pablo Cervantes, for a single Gallic gold coin?”
And then it was done.
“There was a man named Albenis Aragorn in my country. The Mad King was known for his ruthless suppression of those who disobeyed him. Because he was blinded by the loss of his family and dreamed of revenge. But his walk wasn’t pretty. I pointed it out, and I almost died for it. And the one who helped me to go into exile in Gaul was Lee Sanghoe Lucerne! If you thought he would betray you for a few pennies, I’ll tell you that you’re clearly mistaken when you look at people!”
Growl!
“I am willing to offer you a home, even full tax exemption.”
“Anyway, there will be no betraying of the company’s expectations.”
“I forgot to tell you the most important thing.”
“Under! Anything is useless!”
“That is your salary.”
“… That sounds like too much money to say.”
Sesame.
“It is possible to raise more depending on the result of negotiations or work.”
Aragorn’s puffy-haired genius asked as if flattering.
“How long have you been looking for it?”
There was no such thing as the pride of a genius in front of money.
