Chapter 25: Side Realzam 2
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"How long are you going to make us wait? The deadline for delivery has long passed.
A gruff voice echoes outside the parlor. It is the angry voice of Gern, the vice president of the Armor Association. His voice is well-trained from his daily dealings with the many rough and tumble craftsmen of the armorers.
As I have explained to you many times, we have been delayed in procuring the basic materials for the smelting process," replied the voice in reply to Gern.
"I have heard that many times! That's your situation! The contract clearly stipulates a delivery date. This armor is to be delivered to the army for the next war. When will it be ready? If there are any more delays, don't think you can get away with just a penalty, kowtow."
"Well, I can't help you with that. ......"
"Ha! You're no help to me. Get Riharzam out of here! He's not ready yet."
Then Riharzam arrives. He has not had time to change his clothes, and has probably only poured a little deodorant on his clothes. Although it was a little better, his body still emitted a stench that overwhelmed the surroundings. And unfortunately, Riharzam's nose had become much more insensitive to the smell after being exposed to even worse odors in the vaults.
"Master Garn, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Riharzam opened the parlor door and said, "I am here, Riharzam.
He enters the room quickly, wearing a foul smell.
He turns around to see Sabatha, one of the new alchemists in the armory who was working with Gahn. He is the oldest among the apprentices and was probably assigned to work with Gern this time.
Sabatha's face, which relaxes in relief at the sight of Riharzam's face, immediately becomes distorted.
Sabatha turns her face away and looks down. But soon his face turns red. He seems to have tried hard to hold his breath.
But soon the futility of his efforts is destroyed. Sabatha is forced to breathe. Sabatha faints in agony as the stench rushes into his nostrils.
Naturally, the stench is also hitting Gahn, who is sitting on the top of the table.
For a moment, Gern's face shows a blank expression. He could not believe that an alchemist of the master rank, who is a man of status and honor, appeared in such a stinky appearance to the person with whom he was conducting an important business transaction.
However, the stench delivered the intense odor through his nostrils to his brain, regardless of Gern's stereotypes.
Rehalzam, you stink so bad," exclaimed Gahn.
"What is that smell? My nose is crooked! You think I'm an idiot!" Gern started yelling and would not stop. He continues to hurl abusive language at Riharzam in rapid succession, starting from there.
Riharzam smells his own clothes with a start.
His face turns pale.
But then his face turns red with shame and anger at Gahn's invective.
"I am so sorry. Mr. Ghassan, vice president of the association. I'll get dressed right away," says Riharzam, suppressing his anger and barely managing to squeeze out a few words.
I can't wait any longer! When the hell are you going to deliver the item? Gahn does not allow Riharzam to leave.
The stench fills the room.
Sabatha, perhaps giving up his patience, pinches his nose and breathes in through his mouth without hiding from Riharzam's gaze.
His eyes often glaze over, as if the intense stench has hit his eyes.
Riharzam gives Sabhasa a look about the delivery date.
Sabitha, oblivious to Riharzam's reminder, looks up at the ceiling once and tries to hold back her tears, but fails. She turns her head down and wipes her eyes.
Riharzam mistook this sequence of movements as an affirmation of his attention, and tells Ghani.
Riharzam's face turns red and he says, "I will have it ready by tomorrow.
"Okay, I heard you. Don't forget those words! Gahn left the stinking reception room in a huff, as if to throw up.
Finally, Sabatha noticed the exchange of words.
"Tomorrow. ....... Tomorrow is impossible. It's over. ......
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"How long are you going to make us wait? The deadline for delivery has long passed.
A gruff voice echoes outside the parlor. It is the angry voice of Gern, the vice president of the Armor Association. His voice is well-trained from his daily dealings with the many rough and tumble craftsmen of the armorers.
As I have explained to you many times, we have been delayed in procuring the basic materials for the smelting process," replied the voice in reply to Gern.
"I have heard that many times! That's your situation! The contract clearly stipulates a delivery date. This armor is to be delivered to the army for the next war. When will it be ready? If there are any more delays, don't think you can get away with just a penalty, kowtow."
"Well, I can't help you with that. ......"
"Ha! You're no help to me. Get Riharzam out of here! He's not ready yet."
Then Riharzam arrives. He has not had time to change his clothes, and has probably only poured a little deodorant on his clothes. Although it was a little better, his body still emitted a stench that overwhelmed the surroundings. And unfortunately, Riharzam's nose had become much more insensitive to the smell after being exposed to even worse odors in the vaults.
"Master Garn, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Riharzam opened the parlor door and said, "I am here, Riharzam.
He enters the room quickly, wearing a foul smell.
He turns around to see Sabatha, one of the new alchemists in the armory who was working with Gahn. He is the oldest among the apprentices and was probably assigned to work with Gern this time.
Sabatha's face, which relaxes in relief at the sight of Riharzam's face, immediately becomes distorted.
Sabatha turns her face away and looks down. But soon his face turns red. He seems to have tried hard to hold his breath.
But soon the futility of his efforts is destroyed. Sabatha is forced to breathe. Sabatha faints in agony as the stench rushes into his nostrils.
Naturally, the stench is also hitting Gahn, who is sitting on the top of the table.
For a moment, Gern's face shows a blank expression. He could not believe that an alchemist of the master rank, who is a man of status and honor, appeared in such a stinky appearance to the person with whom he was conducting an important business transaction.
However, the stench delivered the intense odor through his nostrils to his brain, regardless of Gern's stereotypes.
Rehalzam, you stink so bad," exclaimed Gahn.
"What is that smell? My nose is crooked! You think I'm an idiot!" Gern started yelling and would not stop. He continues to hurl abusive language at Riharzam in rapid succession, starting from there.
Riharzam smells his own clothes with a start.
His face turns pale.
But then his face turns red with shame and anger at Gahn's invective.
"I am so sorry. Mr. Ghassan, vice president of the association. I'll get dressed right away," says Riharzam, suppressing his anger and barely managing to squeeze out a few words.
I can't wait any longer! When the hell are you going to deliver the item? Gahn does not allow Riharzam to leave.
The stench fills the room.
Sabatha, perhaps giving up his patience, pinches his nose and breathes in through his mouth without hiding from Riharzam's gaze.
His eyes often glaze over, as if the intense stench has hit his eyes.
Riharzam gives Sabhasa a look about the delivery date.
Sabitha, oblivious to Riharzam's reminder, looks up at the ceiling once and tries to hold back her tears, but fails. She turns her head down and wipes her eyes.
Riharzam mistook this sequence of movements as an affirmation of his attention, and tells Ghani.
Riharzam's face turns red and he says, "I will have it ready by tomorrow.
"Okay, I heard you. Don't forget those words! Gahn left the stinking reception room in a huff, as if to throw up.
Finally, Sabatha noticed the exchange of words.
"Tomorrow. ....... Tomorrow is impossible. It's over. ......
"How long are you going to make us wait?The deadline for delivery has long passed.A gruff voice echoes outside the parlor. It is the angry voice of Gern, the vice president of the Armor Association. His voice is well-trained from his daily dealings with the many rough and tumble craftsmen of the armorers.As I have explained to you many times, we have been delayed in procuring the basic materials for the smelting process," replied the voice in reply to Gern."I have heard that many times!That's your situation!The contract clearly stipulates a delivery date. This armor is to be delivered to the army for the next war. When will it be ready?If there are any more delays, don't think you can get away with just a penalty, kowtow.""Well, I can't help you with that. ......""Ha!You're no help to me. Get Riharzam out of here!He's not ready yet."Then Riharzam arrives. He has not had time to change his clothes, and has probably only poured a little deodorant on his clothes. Although it was a little better, his body still emitted a stench that overwhelmed the surroundings. And unfortunately, Riharzam's nose had become much more insensitive to the smell after being exposed to even worse odors in the vaults."Master Garn, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Riharzam opened the parlor door and said, "I am here, Riharzam.He enters the room quickly, wearing a foul smell.He turns around to see Sabatha, one of the new alchemists in the armory who was working with Gahn. He is the oldest among the apprentices and was probably assigned to work with Gern this time.Sabatha's face, which relaxes in relief at the sight of Riharzam's face, immediately becomes distorted.Sabatha turns her face away and looks down. But soon his face turns red. He seems to have tried hard to hold his breath.But soon the futility of his efforts is destroyed. Sabatha is forced to breathe. Sabatha faints in agony as the stench rushes into his nostrils.Naturally, the stench is also hitting Gahn, who is sitting on the top of the table.For a moment, Gern's face shows a blank expression. He could not believe that an alchemist of the master rank, who is a man of status and honor, appeared in such a stinky appearance to the person with whom he was conducting an important business transaction.However, the stench delivered the intense odor through his nostrils to his brain, regardless of Gern's stereotypes.Rehalzam, you stink so bad," exclaimed Gahn."What is that smell?My nose is crooked!You think I'm an idiot!" Gern started yelling and would not stop. He continues to hurl abusive language at Riharzam in rapid succession, starting from there.Riharzam smells his own clothes with a start.His face turns pale.But then his face turns red with shame and anger at Gahn's invective."I am so sorry. Mr. Ghassan, vice president of the association. I'll get dressed right away," says Riharzam, suppressing his anger and barely managing to squeeze out a few words.I can't wait any longer!When the hell are you going to deliver the item? Gahn does not allow Riharzam to leave.The stench fills the room.Sabatha, perhaps giving up his patience, pinches his nose and breathes in through his mouth without hiding from Riharzam's gaze.His eyes often glaze over, as if the intense stench has hit his eyes.Riharzam gives Sabhasa a look about the delivery date.Sabitha, oblivious to Riharzam's reminder, looks up at the ceiling once and tries to hold back her tears, but fails. She turns her head down and wipes her eyes.Riharzam mistook this sequence of movements as an affirmation of his attention, and tells Ghani.Riharzam's face turns red and he says, "I will have it ready by tomorrow."Okay, I heard you. Don't forget those words! Gahn left the stinking reception room in a huff, as if to throw up.Finally, Sabatha noticed the exchange of words."Tomorrow. ....... Tomorrow is impossible. It's over. ......
