Translator: Willia
The task of collecting money from the rchants’ Guild on behalf of the Stonemasons’ Guild had established Ricardt's presence throughout Ernburg. Furthermore, it had created a promotional effect for the Beringen Guild Branch.
People naturally began to recognize that entrusting requests to the Beringen Guild Branch ant they would be fulfilled reliably. As a result, the guild branch was able to secure its position in the city almost imdiately.
Although unintentional, Ricardt's actions also diated between the two major factions of the city, the Stonemasons’ Guild and the rchants’ Guild. The guild branch effectively played the role of balancing the scales between them.
Moreover, thanks to Volka and his friends' efforts, they were able to quickly beco friendly with the surrounding rchants.
They were now able to receive a steady supply of food, various travel goods, and combat equipnt. For the rchants, having a stable business partner was also a good thing, creating mutual benefits for both sides.
Now, there was only one thing left to truly settle in this place: ti.
Over the years, as children grow, lovers beco married couples, give birth to children, and raise them while aging together, the Viola Clan would naturally blend into this place.
When Volka and Delphi married and had children, it was possible that one day, their child would hear stories like this.
A long ti ago, there was a terrible band of five villains here, but my friend defeated them.
Ernburg was structured with a paved uphill road running straight through the center, with side roads branching off like twigs here and there.
The Ern Mountain had been artificially cut and layered into terraces, creating spaces where buildings were constructed. The entire mountain resembled one large complex.
At the very top of Ern Mountain stood a very small castle that had been built long ago. It was almost too modest to even be called a castle, but a few buildings surrounded it, forming the core of the area.
From the summit, one could look down at the entire Main River area. The Stonemasons’ Guild mbers and their families had returned to their livelihoods, and the rchants’ Guild’s ships finally sailed along the Main River.
At first, the rchant ships rowed with oars, but as soon as the wind beca favorable and the sails were unfurled, they sped away in no ti.
At one corner of the Ern Mountain summit, Ricardt, without a cloak and carrying only a single dagger, gazed at the slowly but swiftly moving ships.
In one spot on the river, sunlight shimred as it fragnted into tiny sparkles. The cool breeze blowing from the river tousled Ricardt's hair.
“Hey? Ricky oppa is slacking off.”
A youthful voice rang out behind Ricardt as he admired the tranquil view of the river. When he turned around, he saw Benibeni, the daughter of Beni from the grocery store. (TL Note: I previously translated Beni as Benny.)
The repetition of nas often happened when parents passed on their own nas directly to their children. When the parents passed away, one part of the na would be dropped, leaving just the na.
Benibeni, a six- or seven-year-old girl, often wandered around the Adventurer’s building, pretending to help but mostly annoying the adults. Still, everyone found her adorable. Of course, anyone could tell she ca there just to see Ice.
“I’m not slacking off. I’m just taking a break.”
“My mom says that dayti hours are golden hours. So if you slack off, you’re throwing away gold.”
“I told you, I’m not slacking.”
“But other people are working, though. Uncle Volka was looking for you!”
“Agh, seriously.”
Ricardt, as usual, tried to avoid the botherso Benibeni and took the back path down the mountain.
The back path wasn’t really a proper road, it was more like a trail that had ford from people casually walking that way.
The slope was steep and sowhat dangerous, but it was certainly faster to go down that way.
“Don’t follow , you’ll get hurt.”
“Ricky oppa is running away! Marie unnieeee!”
Benibeni shouted from the top of the mountain. Ignoring her, Ricardt quickly disappeared into the wooded area. He then walked along the riverbank.
Near the blacksmith's forge, the sound of the waterwheel creaking as it turned and the rhythmic hamring of tal reached his ears.
After passing the forge and turning around the mountain's edge, Ricardt arrived at the Stonemasons’ Guild’s worksite. It was a semi-indoor space, with just a roof and no walls.
The area was filled with stones of various sizes, along with several unfinished or partially completed sculptures scattered around. Most of them seed to still be works in progress or abandoned mid-creation.
Mason stood on a platform, chiseling away at a marble sculpture as tall as a person. With careful precision, he tapped the chisel lightly with his hamr, shaping the stone bit by bit.
Though still far from completion, the erging form hinted at life being breathed into what was once a aningless stone. Ricardt watched the process absentmindedly.
It was only after so ti that Mason noticed Ricardt’s presence. Though he hadn’t been sweating much, Mason wiped his forehead and spoke.
"What is it? If you're here, say sothing."
“I was just watching. What are you making?”
When Ricardt asked, Mason just laughed, 'Heh.'
"Who knows."
Not wanting to interrupt his work, Ricardt left him alone. Since the workshop was quite spacious, he wandered around at a leisurely pace, observing the unfinished works scattered about as though on display.
Eventually, in one corner, a worn-out book caught his eye. Thinking it might be a blueprint or sothing similar, he picked it up without much thought. To his surprise, the title was written in ancient script:
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t exactly a 'book'. Rather, it was a collection of long parchnt sheets folded into uniform sizes and tied together with a string.
The contents were ant to be read by untying the string and unfolding the pages one by one. Without much hesitation, Ricardt untied it.
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