Gallahan and Clerivan sat face to face.

  What surprise was that Clerivan gave Gallahan a senior seat.

  It was awkward, but anyway, as Clerivan pointed, Gallahan sat in a soft chair and spoke with a dry mouth.

  "I know you’ll be busy, but the reason I’ve been looking for this is to get advice."

  "You don’t have to come to me like this, and you should have called me to the top of Durak."

  "It’s not about the Coroi cotton business. I’m here for advice on my personal business."

  Gallahan Lombardy’s personal business.

  Gallahan felt quite interesting.

  The words of business with Gallahan, who always lived in the library of the mansion or the pleasure of reading books in his own library, did not match.

  In a way, the last Coroi cotton project was forcibly entrusted to Gallahan.

  But now you’re trying to start a personal business.

  Clerivan thought he might have to re-evaluate Gallahan.

  "I don’t know how much help I can be, but let’s say it comfortably."

  Clerivan said in an uncomfortable voice.

  To be honest, if it were someone else, he wouldn’t have driven it out, saying that there wasn’t much free time.

  But strangely, it was Clerivan, who showed a weaker appearance to Florentia.1

  As if he didn’t know that Gallahan would answer, Clerivan would listen to the story so easily, his eyes were wide open.

  Seeing him hesitating for a moment in embarrassment, Clerivan said calmly.

  "I’m not saying that I’m going to hear the story because time is running out, Gallahan."

  "Ah! Sin, I’m sorry. So my plan is……"

  Gallahan, who had his throat trimmed, began to explain with a thoughtful voice.

  It was a little more sequential introduction than the explanation that he had always had with Florentia in the morning.

  But it’s still verbose, and Gallahan had to talk about it for quite some time.

  When that long explanation was over, Gallahan had a sore throat.

  However, without even realizing his condition, he was nervous and busy watching Clerivan’s reaction.

  Clerivan said nothing.

  Then Gallahan was terrified.

  Was it such a bad plan?

  Enough to lose something to say?

  As time passed, and in the end, when Gallahan squeezed his shoulders in disappointment, Clerivan suddenly opened his mouth.

  "It’s amazing."

  " Yes?"

  "Of course, there are complementary points."

  "All, of course, it is. What are the points?"

  Gallahan asked hastily.

  But Clerivan didn’t give the right answer right away.

  "There is one condition."

  "What is?"

  "Please let me be with you in Gallahan’s business."

  Gallahan blew his eyes.

  He wondered what he heard right now.

  "I’ll say it again, but Gallahan’s business plan is big."

  "Yes. Honestly, it’s amazing."

  Clerivan admitted that he was underestimating a man named Gallahan Lombardy.

  "But, with my advice, the project is a huge success and I would be very hungry if I couldn’t participate, so if you accept my conditions, I’ll tell you the perfect point."

  Gallahan smiled and suddenly became a serious expression.

  "But Clerivan-nim don’t you have an employment contract with Lombardy? This is my personal business, not Lombardy…… ."

  Gallahan wanted an independent asset that wasn’t tied to the name Lombardy.

  He wanted the power to protect Florentia from the storm that one day would settle for the next Lord’s house.

  No matter how desperately Clerivan’s help was, he couldn’t rely on Lombardy’s power again.

  Suddenly, however, a smile spread to Clerivan’s face.

  It was a very satisfying smile.

  "Such prudence, even better."

  Then he said as if not to worry.

  "The contract between me and Lombardy is a fixed-term employment contract, not a life contract. Also, don’t worry, we have a clause stating that you can work as much as possible."

  It was a new contract made by moving to the position of the education center at the request of the Lord.

  "In that case, it is something I would rather ask for! Let’s do it together, Clerivan!"

  Gallahan was displeased and reached out one hand.

  Gallahan, who looked down at it for a moment, also reached out.

  After a brief handshake, Clerivan said in a more relaxed voice.

  "Once the details of profit distribution will be adjusted later, I will start with the supplementary measures."

  Gallahan nodded fervently at Clerivan’s words.

  It looked like he was watching Florentia in class, and Clerivan laughed deeply.

  "The mayor of this business should be the commoners, not the nobles."

  "The commoners?"

  It was the opposite direction from the plan that Gallahan had made.

  "Yes. So, naturally, the location of the store should be Heslot Market, not Sedakyuna."

  Located on the other side of the Sedakyuna shopping street, the Heslot Market was a huge commercial district located in the center of the Emperor’s direct command.

  Unlike Sedakyuna, which is relatively quiet, it was always noisy and boasting a huge floating population with people gathered from all over the empire.

  "And……"

  The meeting between the two continued for a while after that.

  If it hadn’t been time for Clerivan to go to the meeting, it might have been going on until sunset.

  Clerivan asked as he stood up with a slightly exhausted face from the enthusiastic discussion, looking at Gallahan.

  "Are this the Lord?"

  "What are you talking about?"

  "The one who asked you to go get some advice."+

  Gallahan was already more than half convinced.

  It was said that Lulak had moved his back toward him to empower his youngest son, but Gallahan smiled and shook his head.

  "No, it was Florentia."

  "Yes?"

  "Actually, I haven’t spoken to my father yet. I was afraid that he would be confused because I was delusional, and this is a very personal business. So, I was thinking alone, but Florentia said. I could ask Mr. Clerivan. ."

  Gallahan was cool, but he was sincerely grateful for Clerivan.

  "It’s proof that Clerivan-nim teaches very well our Florentia. Thank you."

  He received a thank you from her parents, but Clerivan couldn’t laugh.

  It could have been simply that a child told the story of a teacher who seemed to know everything.

  Gallahan seemed to be thinking that way.

  However, for some reason, Clerivan kept thinking of Florentia’s deep eyes.

  And I kept hearing strong premonitions as if it wasn’t a product of such a coincidence that Gallahan came to him.

  * * *

  I visited Dr. O’Malley’s lab early in the morning as soon as my father went to work.

  Fortunately, it was early, so there was only Estira in the lab.

  She must have been in a bad mood after missing the recommendation letter in front of me and Jason’s grumbling.

  As if nothing had happened today, she is constantly doing her job.

  I really wanted to help Estira.

  As I quietly opened the door and entered, Estira, who was diligently cleaning the desk in the lab, saw me and greeted me.

  "You are here, lady."

  "Good morning, Estira!"

  "You look better today."

  "I thought of a good way!"

  "Is it a good way?"

  Estira opened her eyes round.

  "It’s a good idea to get a letter of recommendation to Estira."

  "Miss Florentia……"

  Estira looked at me as if she was moved.

  "Estira, you know the book you showed me before."

  "My grandmother’s recipe notebook?"

  "Yes, that. Can you show me again?"

  As I went in and out for wrist treatment, I asked Estira a lot of questions.

  The first was to get acquainted, and the second was to find out as much as possible about her.

  One of the things I learned about that was about Estira’s grandmother.

  Although it was in a small rural village, it seemed that he helped people with a remedy that was passed down from generation to generation using a variety of medicinal herbs available in the vicinity where there were no clinics.

  And because of the influence, Estira said that she had been exposed to medicinal herbs from the beginning, and she thought she wanted to help people who are sick.

  "Of course. Please wait."

  Estira brought a notebook from her desk in the corner of the lab.

  It was an old notebook with stains on the cover.

  I took it and flipped the page halfway through.

  "Can you explain a little bit more about this drug?"

  Estira looked at the part I was pointing to and said.

  "It’s the medicine that my grandmother made and told me to bring it to people who sprained their ankles or hurt their shoulders while working in the village."

  Estira Laughing as if she missed her grandmother, she read her grandmother’s handwriting.

  "It is a medicine that has been passed down from mouth to mouth in our family for a long time, so it is not written in official books…… It’s a medicine that relieves swelling and reduces pain to some extent."

  "How did you use this? Isn’t it medicine to eat?"

  "No. I use this medicine by moistening it with a cloth and placing it on the sore spot."

  I read it as if passing by, but my memory was correct.

  I added a few important questions that weren’t written down.

  "Can this medicine be used for a long time?"

  "Yes. When I work, there is always a place where everyone gets sick. Some people use it every night for several months."

  "What is the smell? Doesn’t it smell bad?"

  "No. It’s a rather sweet smell. The main ingredient is dried tree nuts."

  It is perfect.

  But I tried to hide my excitement and said calmly.

  "Let’s change this a little bit. Can we make it thick like the last Melcon medicine?"

  Estira nodded right away at my words.

  She didn’t even ask where I was going to use it.

  "Yes, young lady."

  Their eyes were full of trust for me.

  I smiled at Estira.

  If this goes as planned, I can safely send Estira to the Imperial Academy.

  "Ah, and are there any herbs that feel cool when you eat or apply them to your body?

  "If it’s cool, there’s a tea leaf called Hipshee."

  "Ah, Hipshee!"

  I’ve had it before.

  Drinking like mint leaves made my mouth feel upset.

  "Prepare it as a separate concentrate."

  "Why is hipshee……"

  "Original food also smells better to make it taste better. Medicine will also do. It’s important to make it feel like something works."

  "Ah, as expected"

  Estira now even looked at me with respect.

  I shrugged as if this wasn’t a big deal.

  "I’ll ask you to get the beeswax and oil and send it here. I’m going to mix two concentrates there."

  A medicine that relieves swelling and has a slightly soothing effect, tea leaves that feel cool like mint, and beeswax.

  I laughed when I remembered the medicine that would be born by combining them.

  Ointment with a picture of a tiger.1

  It is trying to reproduce what was once called a national ointment and used as a panacea for arthritis, headache, and stuffy nose.

  And I will send Estira to the academy with it.

  With two shining letters of recommendation!

  There is no way that elderly people like Grandpa and Broschl can resist the temptation of this ointment.

  If this drug is successfully completed, there is only one thing left to worry about.

  The question of whether Grandpa’s sore knee was on the left or the right.