Today is the day.
Motherfucking pie ti!
Every mont in my life brought to this point.
It's because I ran from the Moon Keep that I ended up reaching the Border town.
I then learned my craft there.
Because I was looking for a safe haven, I ended up coming here.
Then I sohow got the funds necessary through sheer luck.
If this isn't fate, then I don't know what is!
We wake up early in the morning.
Usually, I would just go back to sleep, but for once I have a purpose.
For my goals, I am ready to put in the work.
What is a little effort to eternal glory?
Together we prepare everything.
Then we work the oven.
He explains in detail about the equipnt.
Every single one must be analyzed slowly.
To produce the best results possible.
One needs to know how fast it conducts heat for example.
He shows firsthand.
Lots of examples, the theory too.
I notice he knows so things that even my Milf teacher ignored.
While he isn't as good at baking that one specific product, he has more experience as a professional baker.
It makes think about a lot of things.
I'm like a sponge. Taking in all that knowledge.
Before I know it, the day is already over.
Not a single break is taken during the whole day.
Then it is ti to sleep again.
I close my eyes contended.
Knowing I am doing sothing that matters.
At least to .
Wolfie seems supportive.
After all that just ans lots of good food for her.
The old man has already deed her the official guardian beast of this shop haha.
She is smart enough for the job for sure.
Soon it is morning again.
We get to work.
It is all baking over and over.
Until every step becos second nature.
The old man believes there is nothing that hard work can't accomplish.
I ask him about his views about deities.
Like that guy that was insisting I had to worship that KooKing god.
He says it is both bullshit and accurate at the sa ti.
At the end of the day what truly matters is the effort.
Just worshipping a god won't change anything.
Sa for doing it halfheartedly.
It is all about working hard.
Still, at so point humans will reach a limit they won't be able to overco by themselves anymore.
That is where a god cos in.
Still, he says one should stay as far away from gods in the initial stages.
Otherwise, the initial progress will be too fast, and when it suddenly stops it will be difficult to overco the difficulties.
If I had to resu it I'd say it's safe to assu external help, even from a god, has diminishing returns.
Because of this one wants to wait as long as possible before relying on it.
I ask him about things like alchemists too.
Apparently, there are pills that can help one beco stronger, but it has the sa issue.
I'm already dubbing that stuff useless, but he tells otherwise.
Even if it can only offer a slight help these kinds of things are still extrely valuable.
For instance, going from rank 3 to rank 4 is a huge step that can change the life of an individual.
Sa for other stages, just less impactful.
I enjoy the peaceful tis.
I feel at ease with the old man.
He has lived a long ti and has seen a lot.
Yet he isn't arrogant in the least.
Just a simple baker as he says himself.
Not even one of the best ones, or so he says self-depreciatingly.
In my eyes that doesn't matter.
He has already passed the age of retirent and yet he is still here.
Still working hard.
At a slow pace, but that doesn't matter.
Funny how with the two of us, the output has actually diminished.
I am taking my ti and he is showing the ropes.
At one point I ask him why he is so kind to .
Apparently, he has always dread of teaching a disciple.
He tried to show his nephew, but the guy always refused.
Preferring to beco a rchant instead.
Said there was more profit to be made trading than producing sothing of low value.
He did beco a slightly successful one, but he did forgo his roots.
That he thinks the bakery should be brought down to use the terrain more efficiently.
Well, that is his choice, to be honest.
It did leave the old man lonely and working.
Clinging to the business
He says that he's glad that I ca by.
That he's glad his shop won't simply be forgotten.
He is not afraid of death.
He is not afraid of being forgotten.
He simply wishes for his legacy to live on.
I can understand that perfectly.
I am the sa.
I just want my life to have aning.
At least one that I can work toward.
Even if it is simply to live my life my own way.
As long as I can live freely, and I have my friends by my side all will be well.
Even now Wolfie is watching us silently.
In such a way days pass.
Slowly yet quickly.
Working and chatting.
We keep going until we run out of ingredients.
I am told to find a specific rchant.
This ti I don't screw up and I note all the info I need down.
This way I won't forget.
He remarks that my handwriting looks peculiar.
Also that he isn't surprised as I am very strange.
We are at a point in our relationship where he teases without any restraint.
Still, that makes happy.
The old man has been smiling a lot these days.
One thing for sure, once I get ownership of the place, I will keep him at my side.
Even when he gets too old to work.
He deserves that much.
Anyway, off I go.
The faster I leave the faster I can co back.
I can't help but find myself smiling.
[Be back soon old man!]
How many tis will we run out of ingredients before we attain the perfect pie I wonder?
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