294 293. Little Artisan And Vice Chairman’S Lost
“Sorry to bother you.”
“Hello, long time no see, Mr. Dalya”
At a slightly windy afternoon, Ivano was coming to the green tower, accompanied by Fermo, a small craftsman.
Upon being put through the living room upstairs, Dalya was served tea immediately. Every time I think about it, I’m really handy.
“Chairman, it’s about time you ate this. Please hurry.”
“Thank you. That’s a lot bigger.”
A smiling Dahlia receives a large fruit of light green from herself.
The orange melon is what I brought. Dark orange color inside, very sweet.
I knew it was Carlo’s story that he liked Dahlia as a child.
Come to think of it, rarely in winter. I made that a souvenir, but he was pleased.
By the way, he is also a favorite of two Ivano daughters. You already asked the house for delivery.
“Because of this, I’ll cut it and bring it. Drink your tea first.”
“Don’t hesitate, then. Oh, Mr. Dalya, are those blueprints over there, cylinders?
Fermo is only a trinket maker, and the drawings show it.
They haven’t changed their perspective since they started wearing superior jackets as chairmen of commerce.
“Structural blueprint for short canes (staff). I’d like to ask you a few questions about the shape later.”
“Anytime I can figure it out. So, even if I’m watching this?
“Yes, please”
Ivano listens silently to the interaction between artisans.
Darya teaches Fermo something to do with the magic conductor, from how to apply Kraken tape to materials that can be processed even with less magic.
The opposing Fermo teaches Dahlia the technique of manually shaping and adjusting metals, demonic bones, etc.
She seems clever enough, but she can’t reach Fermo at all.
I guess we think it would be quick if we threw each other round because we’re merchants.
“Chairman, be careful, it’s heavy. Or do you want me to carry it and help you hang up?
“No, it’s okay”
As Darya gently headed to the kitchen with her footsteps, Ivano spoke to the man sitting on the couch next to her.
“Fermo, is the workshop and the interior of the house going?
“Not yet. The workshop has just begun to build shelves and the house has not decided on one curtain…”
Being a trinket maker, he founded the Gandolphi Chamber of Commerce, albeit with excessive tortuosity.
And in the same West Side as this tower, I got a workshop and a house.
Nevertheless, interior work is still ongoing and the move is scheduled for the beginning of the year.
He is currently busy producing reserved foam pump bottles and sprayers (humpbacks), which he says are difficult to prepare for removal.
“It’s tough. But don’t push it. If we fall, our Chamber of Commerce will be in trouble.”
“You wrap up the way you say it to me a little more. I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s heaven compared to spring free time.”
The situation would be delightful now for Fermo, who had less work ahead of him this spring.
My wife and I returned to craftsmanship, and more disciples. There are also more and more parts to be made for various other magic aids besides small items.
On top of that, we have a new workshop and house for the establishment of the Chamber of Commerce, and we’re getting busy with the takeover.
From now on, even more, I will circle myself.
“Fermo, no, ‘Chairman Gandolfi'”
“Oh, my God, come on. You called me Chairman Gandolfi, and I’ve never had a good conversation with you.”
Fermo answers from the blueprints on the table, with dark green eyes.
“We invite you to attend the next Scalfalot Martial Arts Workshop meeting. Wolfe’s, no, in a separate residence of the Scalfalotto family.”
“Hey, Ivano. Whatever it takes, you’re joking too much…”
As I joked, the voice cooled down exactly.
Tea held in one hand is returned to the saucer without a mouthful to avoid dropping.
“I mean it. The Gandolphi Chamber of Commerce has been spreading its hands since the beginning of the year, and it’s going to be fully operational, right? You can join without the process if you introduce Chairman Dalya, and you’re just right to spread your face.”
“Are you gonna stop my heart? Why do you have to go to a workshop where I, the common man, am the Count and the Viscount? Mostly, I’m making small things, not weapons.”
Ivano narrowed her blue eyes to him, answering in disgust.
“I heard, your wife’s work, she’s very popular with aristocratic women. Especially the glass ceiling for the hot seating table, which is prized by the former Duchess Artea. Colored glass paintings, you know, waiting two years for a new appointment?
“Well, that’s because he has good taste and arm. However, I’m still worried about my body, so I’m telling you to double the delivery time. Actually, there’s plenty of them. I don’t even want to help you with your chores.”
“But it won’t make a difference that it’s so popular. Isn’t it time for ‘Horizontal Spear’ to come in?
“… I’m consulting there on a commercial guild. I don’t need any trouble.”
Fermo answers with his bitter worm-bitten face.
I can’t say there are no cross spears or anything like that, probably because there was already hope for an impossible deal.
Prioritize yourself without keeping order, and make something better than any house there. Throw such disenfranchised hope with gold coins – few such aristocrats.
Fortunately, thanks to Leone, head of the commercial guild, guarantor of the Gandolphi Chamber of Commerce, and his wife, Gabriella, I hear it hasn’t been that much trouble.
But it’s not always the same up ahead.
“Fermo, don’t you want your arms longer than your wife’s?
“He and the craftsman compete for good and bad arms, but not for the length or the number of silver coins.”
“I know that. But that’s not what I’m saying right now.”
“Well, what is it?
“In the unlikely event that you and your nobles get into trouble, it would be cooler to cover up your wife as a husband, and hopefully the apprentices in the workshop would be safer, then it wouldn’t hurt to keep your face attached to the nobles, or maybe we could shield your greatness, well, I think so.”
To himself smiling, Fermo turned his eyes to see something very unpleasant.
Honestly, I might as well watch the mosquitoes in the summer.
“Ivano… I don’t think a guy as good as you will ever be. Besides, they’ve been circling me lately…”
“Thank you for the compliment”
Ivano bows his head rudely and deeply.
The man, who swayed his shoulder as he sifted next to him, turns to himself with each body.
“Idiot, it’s ironic, you know!… I know what you’re saying…”
“You’re getting used to how I treat you, too, that’s Chairman Gandolfi!
I heard a deep deep sigh of the man who suppressed his eyebrows.
“Fine, I’ll get out. Either way, I can see all the other roads blocked by you. It’s just… really, really put that head on.”
“Please don’t have a head, because I’m starting to wonder if it’s a little thin!
“Okay, so you need it to irritate the skin of your head, too”
“You don’t need that kind of stimulation! By and large, does that really increase it?
“I heard there will be more waiting at the barber shop, but I wonder…”
Repeating to Fermo, who nearly lifted his arms, and repeating the repetition, Dahlia returned with orange melon (daiuri) on a large plate as a mountain.
The two immediately closed their mouths and lifted cups of tea at the same time.
“I’ve been cutting it, so go ahead for the small plate… uh, what was it?
Dariya asked unexpectedly as the two of them, who were busy, began drinking tea with a strangely strange face.
“A little talk about hair.”
Ivano cares about your hair.
“Really? You think about what a man would do with his hair.”
Place a small plate in front of the two of you and place the orange melon (Takeuri). Plenty of water and looks delicious.
Ivano, who thanked him and took the fork, stabs him in pieces.
“Mr. Carlo had a good haircut, didn’t he? I’ve been getting a little temples, but I’ve been blocking them.”
“I was very concerned.”
“Is that it? Wasn’t Mr. Carlo, the percentage, indifferent to who he was?
Dalya laughed small, yes, at Ivano’s pointing out without hesitation.
I don’t wear socks. Keep two buttons on your shirt open. My jacket rests on my shoulder without my arms in it – while I was a baron, I wore it in many ways, careless and unwrought.
“But I was quite careful with my hair health. I was brushing my pork hair in the morning and before the shampoo at night…”
“Brush with pork hair…… what else?
Ivano, who placed the fork and took out the black leather handwriting, asks with a straight face.
“That’s a meal. I often drank bird bones, pork bones, bean soup, milk, and used it for cooking… and then I used to eat seaweed salad.”
When Carlo, my father in this world, said ‘more hair loss’, I remembered my father in the previous life doing a lot of things, recommending it from one end.
I remember brushing and eating quite a bit.
But he didn’t ask me about the amount of alcohol and staying up late.
“Mr. Carlo, what’s so special about shampoos and hair conditioning?
“No, the shampoo was just like mine and I used less fragrance that I sell very normally. I didn’t usually use hair conditioning. Will you have a little plant wax only during the Baron’s Club?”
My father didn’t like sticky hair or the smell of tough.
Darya is the same, so I know very well.
“You don’t use hair oil? You’d wear plenty of nobility, wouldn’t you?
“You say that will nourish your roots and increase your hair!
“I don’t know if it depends on the type of oil, but I was wondering if it would make the scalp sticky with viscous oil. scalp…… uh, the skin on the head and not good for the root of the hair, so it might as well be”
Explained that, Ivano solidified.
It was the hair of its shredded (scraping) mustard seeds that gently reached out.
“I have to apply more to keep my skin dry, that’s what I was advised to do at the store. Pretty expensive oil…”
“I thought too much would be good for blocking the root of my hair and vice versa…”
“Me, I was painting you morning and night! Oh, Mr. Darya, is this, like, a secret story about the Rossetti family?
“No, you don’t. I thought it was a very normal story. My father was talking to a friend of mine, and he was talking to Dominic.”
In high school, Dominic, in a commercial guild, asked me about bone soup and how to make seaweed salads, and I remember giving him the recipe to my father.
Later, Dominic gave me a thank you and a big can of cookies.
“Oh, the notary’s, is that Dominic Kempfel? Speaking of which, he’s white, but he’s blocked…”
“I may not have been friends with Carlo or Dominic…”
Ivano is starting to say strange things in the distance.
Fermo slapped that shoulder silently twice. The atmosphere is sad for some reason.
“Um, Ivano’s a lot younger than our father, so I thought he didn’t care.”
“That’s right, Ivano. By the way, you must be so blocked.”
When Fermo laughed loudly, he gently tapped Ivano’s head.
Pei, what do you care? It sounded good.
“Sorry! Too much momentum -”
“No, I’ve been a little concerned lately. Well, my father has thin hair, and my uncle’s hair leaves early…”
“I don’t think you have to worry so much…”
When Dahlia said so, Ivano had turned his eyes still blue and blue.
“But, Dalya, for example… if your own lover or husband’s hair thins, you care, don’t you?
“Especially if you’re healthy. I care if it’s caused by illness or distress.”
Hair changes are natural due to physique and age.
Even if Carlo, my father in this world, had no hair, he wouldn’t have cared.
My father had no hair in his previous life, such as the top of his head, but he never cared about it.
Rather, it was the health who cared.
I got home late often at work and worried that I might not be able to. It is extra because he was my father who only smiled and said it was okay.
Most of all, my father himself cared a little. ‘I want to look healthy’.
“Mr. Darya, the… If Master Wolfe’s hair thinned, how can you not think of this?
“Yes, especially. I think I’d be worried if the injury caused my hair to become that way, or if I lost it because of too much nerve use.”
If you burned your scalp with demonic acid or lost your hair all night on an expedition, I’m very worried.
Wouldn’t Wolff’s hair be as thin as it is in person?
No, rather, if it leads to his peace struggling on the outside, it could be the style…
Darya waved her imaginary figure on the spot.
“I think women generally care more about their hair…”
“Isn’t that about hairstyles? I think that depends on people too – you know, if you’re curious about this, why don’t you just ask Mr. Barbara directly?
“There’s something a little hard to hear about this…”
“Yes, I agree.”
I don’t know how you two think at this stage that my wife is hard to hear and I can ask Darya.
Is there any kind of love that loosens around the hair?
If you are concerned because you want to look healthy or something like that, there is also a method called rash.
But I want you to check with yourself before you ask your wife.
“Well, I ask the other way around, does both Mr. Fermo and Ivano feel less if the amount of your wife’s hair decreases?
“No, not at all… oh, yeah, right… sorry, I heard something stupid”
It seems that Fermo is self-contained, it became a convincing laugh.
I’m so glad you understand.
Meanwhile, Ivano next door held his jaw with his hand and began to crush something with a difficult face.
“First, check your health, if you care about yourself, hit the temple and the pharmacist, then, Dear Mr. Gouid… talk to Mr. Jildo, and if you can’t do that, look for the rash… then, the barber shop… Dr. Osvaldo might be excited…”
The trusted vice chairman, with a wide range of knowledge and legends, began to search for concrete ways, the moment he assumed with his wife.
It’s like a different response to myself and my wife, saying I care.
Darya remains silent and returns her gaze to Fermo.
Just saw this one, he gives a slightly worse look (kao).
“Darya, can you tell me what kind of shampoo, brush and hair conditioner Carlo was using? In the meantime, I want to do what I can. Of course I thank you.”
“I’ll make a note of it now. Thank you. I’d like a structural design teacher.”
It’s cheap.
The well-armed trinket artisan lifted the blueprint, narrowing his dark green eyes and laughing.
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