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Parting Night (6)
Arpagong, who left the basement and came up to the attic, should have been amazed.
It is not because of the identity of the thief you just identified.
Rather, the identity of the thief was a part that could nod his head.
This is because Sinclair, a boy next door, who recently lost his father and left only the two of his single mother.
Sinclair is a lively boy who is usually good at greeting, and he had a close relationship with Arpagong.
It was Arpagong who also attended Sinclair's first birthday party in the first place.
Of course, Arpagong was also familiar with Sinclair's parents, but recently Sinclair's father was outside the village.
It is self-evident that the family's circumstances were unreasonable due to the death of the family after going uphill.
The problem was elsewhere.
"It was always suspicious for a guy who doesn't have money to look around the inside of the forge."
A young man with a sturdy physique holding down Sinclair's delicate head with slender muscles.
Now he was a Mamon as tall as Arpagong.
"A young man has already been stealing, and don't fix it very much. Think of it as your father's behalf."
Mamon was smacking Sinclair's cheek with the palm of the pot lid.
That was what was happening when Arpagong came up.
Meanwhile.
Sinclair wasn't letting go of the stuff he was holding while being hit by Mamon in the cheek.
It was a hoe made by Mamon.
Mamon smiled his nose with an embarrassing expression.
"Are you holding tight? Like your thing. If you don't want more cheeks, let go."
"If you don't have money, do you know who says you are good? You're just a thief who tries to pick up other people's efforts for free.
Then Sinclair kicked off.
"Don't curse my dad!"
"You're doing something to curse your dad, aren't you? Doing swearing and not swearing? Even Simbo is a thief."
"I was going to pay you back later!"
"Then, he should have shown sincerity to bring a notary public or break a bill. Windows at night
It doesn't come over. Who will trust you that you are crying without such effort? That's also the words of a thief caught in the field?"
Then Sinclair pointed to a corner of the smithy, frustrated and unhappy.
There were numerous hoes, shovels, sickles, and rakes, and other agricultural machines were neatly arranged in a row.
They are usually the souls touched by the sincere Mamon.
"There are so many! There are so many homies and shovels here and there!"
"If there is a lot, can you take one? Do you know that a lot of these things are free? They are all things that I got up like dawn, sharpened, beaten, polished, tightened, and greased the iron and arranged them one by one. All of them are being managed and inventory checked. There is no one thing that has not been touched by humans."
Sinclair was overwhelmed by Mamon's whimsical words.
Sinclair soon murmured with a tearful expression.
" That, so. That's why I picked up the cheapest looking hoe. To do less damage."
Literally, the hoe Sinclair picked up was the smallest and lightest of all the farm implements on the wall.
A small hoe that seems to be the least expensive even if it is sold by weight.
If the purpose was really to steal, it would have been for a bigger and heavier tool.
However, Mamon only laughs after hearing Sinclair's excuses.
"Are you calling money or something as an excuse?"
"And I just made it clear with those remarks."
Mamon wickedly grabbed the hoe in Sinclair's hand and stole it.
Mamon said, pointing Homi's blade between Sinclair's eyebrows.
Look closely, what kind of hoe this hoe is.
..丁
"Although it's small and light, there's nothing left behind in terms of angle, hardness, strength, and so on. Master also praised it. This hoe is considered quite a masterpiece among the farming tools I have made. It can be said to be a top-notch homi that reflects the master's pride.
When she finished speaking, Mamon looked very displeased.
What? If you said you picked it up because it looked cheap? Rather, if you said that it looked like it was the most expensive, you would have admitted your eyes and took it into account.
"You're a guy who doesn't even recognize the value of this tool. So, even more, I don't deserve this homie. Even if you have money, you have to sell it for a guy like you for twice the price.
As Pavenu did long ago... !"
Mamon put a wedge.
Right then.
"Stop it."
Arpagong appeared from behind Mamon.
Mamon turned his head and was surprised.
This is because Arpagong's expression looked sad like never before.
"Master? Have you not slept yet? But why do you look like that..?.
"Just listening to you makes me suddenly sad."
Arpagong looked at the hoe in Mamon's hand.
"Give it to me."
Mamon held the blade of the hoe with both hands and, politely, extended the handle of the hoe to his teacher.
And.
Arpagong took the hoe and handed it back to Sincle.
Sinclair with a silly face. And Mamon with a more and more muted look.
Arpagong said in a warm voice.
"From next time, come in through the door. There is a signal line in the attic window, so it is dangerous to get caught in the foot."
Then Sinclair's eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, my dad From Mr. Pavenu's upper row... Not coming back...
know. I know. This little one. What's wrong with you?"
"Mom is also sick from illness To dig even the potatoes in the field...
"I know everything, honey. Grandpa knows everything. It's okay, so go back quickly. I have to protect my mother's side."
When Arpagong spoke warmly, Sinclair shed tears.
Sinclair bowed his head
After seeing it, it popped out after getting wet with the night sound.
Then, Mamon, who saw the appearance, opened his arms as if embarrassed.
Master!?
"Did you get people and get money, did you get money and people? It is a poor child."
"Why are you making me a bad guy! I just want to sell my carefully crafted goods at a reasonable price.
All! Is it bad to be rational!?"
" What you mean by rationality makes me feel scared."
Arpagong sighed.
Then he asked with a low voice at Mamon.
"Why are you so obsessed with money? Did I raise you insufficiently?"
When Arpagong asked, Mamon hesitated for a moment.
After holding his breath for a while, Mamon opened his eyes.
"Did Master not buy me for money too!?"
Arpagong's eyes trembled when he heard that.
Yes.
As Arpagong wandered outside the village for materials, he saw a village that had disappeared in a war between dragons and demons, and a poor peasant family crying in the ruins.
Arpagong had handed some money to the family's parents and brought one of the youngest sons to him.
He is Mamon.
" Did you see that?"
Arpagong's eyes were blurred.
It was blocked with a wide back invisible, but... Nevertheless, it seemed to be seen in the eyes of a child who was squatting in the ashes.
The shadow of a gold coin on the retina of a parent's eye selling himself.
The expression of relief from saying that he was relieved of his mouth.
Said Mamon.
"I am the money itself. Because they are humans who have been sold for money. For me, money is human and human is money."
"Sometimes I slept gold in the forge, and I felt like I was massaging myself."
"Money proves my worth, proves my efforts, and soon proves myself. What's wrong with this? Don't the vast majority of people live for money like that? So what else do you have to prove yourself with other than money?"
Arpagong shook his head.
"The person who makes an object needs to know how to see the person who will be affected by it, beyond just the object."
"Sinclair, I saw that child born. I also saw his parents being born. Such a child needs a hoe to work. And it's for the sick single mother. If their sweat, laughter, and thanks weren't enough for Homi's worth, isn't it? If the things you made could be of little benefit to them, as a craftsman as much
Where the hell is the glorious thing?"
"Why should I look so far!? Should I expect intangible masters, who may or may not be, as a trauma!? I am a craftsman! A blacksmith enough to make tools with sweat, smile, and light thank you. It's not easy work !?"
Mamon's words could not be continued until the end.
This is because Arpagong slapped Mamon on the cheek, just as Mamon slapped Sinclair on the cheek before.
"I raised you wrong."
The teacher's voice is like frost at dawn.
At the same time.
" If Master said so, that would be correct."
The disciple's attitude also changed.
Mamon's skin color was slowly changing.
Dark, dark like a deepening night.
Worn out Newbies
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Parting Night (6)
Arpagong, who left the basement and came up to the attic, should have been amazed.
It is not because of the identity of the thief you just identified.
Rather, the identity of the thief was a part that could nod his head.
This is because Sinclair, a boy next door, who recently lost his father and left only the two of his single mother.
Sinclair is a lively boy who is usually good at greeting, and he had a close relationship with Arpagong.
It was Arpagong who also attended Sinclair's first birthday party in the first place.
Of course, Arpagong was also familiar with Sinclair's parents, but recently Sinclair's father was outside the village.
It is self-evident that the family's circumstances were unreasonable due to the death of the family after going uphill.
The problem was elsewhere.
"It was always suspicious for a guy who doesn't have money to look around the inside of the forge."
A young man with a sturdy physique holding down Sinclair's delicate head with slender muscles.
Now he was a Mamon as tall as Arpagong.
"A young man has already been stealing, and don't fix it very much. Think of it as your father's behalf."
Mamon was smacking Sinclair's cheek with the palm of the pot lid.
That was what was happening when Arpagong came up.
Meanwhile.
Sinclair wasn't letting go of the stuff he was holding while being hit by Mamon in the cheek.
It was a hoe made by Mamon.
Mamon smiled his nose with an embarrassing expression.
"Are you holding tight? Like your thing. If you don't want more cheeks, let go."
"If you don't have money, do you know who says you are good? You're just a thief who tries to pick up other people's efforts for free.
Then Sinclair kicked off.
"Don't curse my dad!"
"You're doing something to curse your dad, aren't you? Doing swearing and not swearing? Even Simbo is a thief."
"I was going to pay you back later!"
"Then, he should have shown sincerity to bring a notary public or break a bill. Windows at night
It doesn't come over. Who will trust you that you are crying without such effort? That's also the words of a thief caught in the field?"
Then Sinclair pointed to a corner of the smithy, frustrated and unhappy.
There were numerous hoes, shovels, sickles, and rakes, and other agricultural machines were neatly arranged in a row.
They are usually the souls touched by the sincere Mamon.
"There are so many! There are so many homies and shovels here and there!"
"If there is a lot, can you take one? Do you know that a lot of these things are free? They are all things that I got up like dawn, sharpened, beaten, polished, tightened, and greased the iron and arranged them one by one. All of them are being managed and inventory checked. There is no one thing that has not been touched by humans."
Sinclair was overwhelmed by Mamon's whimsical words.
Sinclair soon murmured with a tearful expression.
" That, so. That's why I picked up the cheapest looking hoe. To do less damage."
Literally, the hoe Sinclair picked up was the smallest and lightest of all the farm implements on the wall.
A small hoe that seems to be the least expensive even if it is sold by weight.
If the purpose was really to steal, it would have been for a bigger and heavier tool.
However, Mamon only laughs after hearing Sinclair's excuses.
"Are you calling money or something as an excuse?"
"And I just made it clear with those remarks."
Mamon wickedly grabbed the hoe in Sinclair's hand and stole it.
Mamon said, pointing Homi's blade between Sinclair's eyebrows.
Look closely, what kind of hoe this hoe is.
..丁
"Although it's small and light, there's nothing left behind in terms of angle, hardness, strength, and so on. Master also praised it. This hoe is considered quite a masterpiece among the farming tools I have made. It can be said to be a top-notch homi that reflects the master's pride.
When she finished speaking, Mamon looked very displeased.
What? If you said you picked it up because it looked cheap? Rather, if you said that it looked like it was the most expensive, you would have admitted your eyes and took it into account.
"You're a guy who doesn't even recognize the value of this tool. So, even more, I don't deserve this homie. Even if you have money, you have to sell it for a guy like you for twice the price.
As Pavenu did long ago... !"
Mamon put a wedge.
Right then.
"Stop it."
Arpagong appeared from behind Mamon.
Mamon turned his head and was surprised.
This is because Arpagong's expression looked sad like never before.
"Master? Have you not slept yet? But why do you look like that..?.
"Just listening to you makes me suddenly sad."
Arpagong looked at the hoe in Mamon's hand.
"Give it to me."
Mamon held the blade of the hoe with both hands and, politely, extended the handle of the hoe to his teacher.
And.
Arpagong took the hoe and handed it back to Sincle.
Sinclair with a silly face. And Mamon with a more and more muted look.
Arpagong said in a warm voice.
"From next time, come in through the door. There is a signal line in the attic window, so it is dangerous to get caught in the foot."
Then Sinclair's eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, my dad From Mr. Pavenu's upper row... Not coming back...
know. I know. This little one. What's wrong with you?"
"Mom is also sick from illness To dig even the potatoes in the field...
"I know everything, honey. Grandpa knows everything. It's okay, so go back quickly. I have to protect my mother's side."
When Arpagong spoke warmly, Sinclair shed tears.
Sinclair bowed his head
After seeing it, it popped out after getting wet with the night sound.
Then, Mamon, who saw the appearance, opened his arms as if embarrassed.
Master!?
"Did you get people and get money, did you get money and people? It is a poor child."
"Why are you making me a bad guy! I just want to sell my carefully crafted goods at a reasonable price.
All! Is it bad to be rational!?"
" What you mean by rationality makes me feel scared."
Arpagong sighed.
Then he asked with a low voice at Mamon.
"Why are you so obsessed with money? Did I raise you insufficiently?"
When Arpagong asked, Mamon hesitated for a moment.
After holding his breath for a while, Mamon opened his eyes.
"Did Master not buy me for money too!?"
Arpagong's eyes trembled when he heard that.
Yes.
As Arpagong wandered outside the village for materials, he saw a village that had disappeared in a war between dragons and demons, and a poor peasant family crying in the ruins.
Arpagong had handed some money to the family's parents and brought one of the youngest sons to him.
He is Mamon.
" Did you see that?"
Arpagong's eyes were blurred.
It was blocked with a wide back invisible, but... Nevertheless, it seemed to be seen in the eyes of a child who was squatting in the ashes.
The shadow of a gold coin on the retina of a parent's eye selling himself.
The expression of relief from saying that he was relieved of his mouth.
Said Mamon.
"I am the money itself. Because they are humans who have been sold for money. For me, money is human and human is money."
"Sometimes I slept gold in the forge, and I felt like I was massaging myself."
"Money proves my worth, proves my efforts, and soon proves myself. What's wrong with this? Don't the vast majority of people live for money like that? So what else do you have to prove yourself with other than money?"
Arpagong shook his head.
"The person who makes an object needs to know how to see the person who will be affected by it, beyond just the object."
"Sinclair, I saw that child born. I also saw his parents being born. Such a child needs a hoe to work. And it's for the sick single mother. If their sweat, laughter, and thanks weren't enough for Homi's worth, isn't it? If the things you made could be of little benefit to them, as a craftsman as much
Where the hell is the glorious thing?"
"Why should I look so far!? Should I expect intangible masters, who may or may not be, as a trauma!? I am a craftsman! A blacksmith enough to make tools with sweat, smile, and light thank you. It's not easy work !?"
Mamon's words could not be continued until the end.
This is because Arpagong slapped Mamon on the cheek, just as Mamon slapped Sinclair on the cheek before.
"I raised you wrong."
The teacher's voice is like frost at dawn.
At the same time.
" If Master said so, that would be correct."
The disciple's attitude also changed.
Mamon's skin color was slowly changing.
Dark, dark like a deepening night.
Worn out Newbies
Parting Night 6 Arpagong, who left the basement and came up to the attic, should have been amazed. It is not because of the identity of the thief you just identified. Rather, the identity of the thief was a part that could nod his head. This is because Sinclair, a boy next door, who recently lost his father and left only the two of his single mother. Sinclair is a lively boy who is usually good at greeting, and he had a close relationship with Arpagong. It was Arpagong who also attended Sinclair's first birthday party in the first place. Of course, Arpagong was also familiar with Sinclair's parents, but recently Sinclair's father was outside the village. It is self-evident that the family's circumstances were unreasonable due to the death of the family after going uphill. The problem was elsewhere. "It was always suspicious for a guy who doesn't have money to look around the inside of the forge." A young man with a sturdy physique holding down Sinclair's delicate head with slender muscles. Now he was a Mamon as tall as Arpagong. "A young man has already been stealing, and don't fix it very much. Think of it as your father's behalf." Mamon was smacking Sinclair's cheek with the palm of the pot lid. That was what was happening when Arpagong came up. Meanwhile. Sinclair wasn't letting go of the stuff he was holding while being hit by Mamon in the cheek. It was a hoe made by Mamon. Mamon smiled his nose with an embarrassing expression. "Are you holding tight? Like your thing. If you don't want more cheeks, let go." "If you don't have money, do you know who says you are good? You're just a thief who tries to pick up other people's efforts for free. Then Sinclair kicked off. "Don't curse my dad!" "You're doing something to curse your dad, aren't you? Doing swearing and not swearing? Even Simbo is a thief." "I was going to pay you back later!" "Then, he should have shown sincerity to bring a notary public or break a bill. Windows at night It doesn't come over. Who will trust you that you are crying without such effort? That's also the words of a thief caught in the field?" Then Sinclair pointed to a corner of the smithy, frustrated and unhappy. There were numerous hoes, shovels, sickles, and rakes, and other agricultural machines were neatly arranged in a row. They are usually the souls touched by the sincere Mamon. "There are so many! There are so many homies and shovels here and there!" "If there is a lot, can you take one? Do you know that a lot of these things are free? They are all things that I got up like dawn, sharpened, beaten, polished, tightened, and greased the iron and arranged them one by one. All of them are being managed and inventory checked. There is no one thing that has not been touched by humans." Sinclair was overwhelmed by Mamon's whimsical words. Sinclair soon murmured with a tearful expression. " That, so. That's why I picked up the cheapest looking hoe. To do less damage." Literally, the hoe Sinclair picked up was the smallest and lightest of all the farm implements on the wall. A small hoe that seems to be the least expensive even if it is sold by weight. If the purpose was really to steal, it would have been for a bigger and heavier tool. However, Mamon only laughs after hearing Sinclair's excuses. "Are you calling money or something as an excuse?" "And I just made it clear with those remarks." Mamon wickedly grabbed the hoe in Sinclair's hand and stole it. Mamon said, pointing Homi's blade between Sinclair's eyebrows. Look closely, what kind of hoe this hoe is. .. "Although it's small and light, there's nothing left behind in terms of angle, hardness, strength, and so on. Master also praised it. This hoe is considered quite a masterpiece among the farming tools I have made. It can be said to be a top-notch homi that reflects the master's pride. When she finished speaking, Mamon looked very displeased. What? If you said you picked it up because it looked cheap? Rather, if you said that it looked like it was the most expensive, you would have admitted your eyes and took it into account. "You're a guy who doesn't even recognize the value of this tool. So, even more, I don't deserve this homie. Even if you have money, you have to sell it for a guy like you for twice the price. As Pavenu did long ago... !" Mamon put a wedge. Right then. "Stop it." Arpagong appeared from behind Mamon. Mamon turned his head and was surprised. This is because Arpagong's expression looked sad like never before. "Master? Have you not slept yet? But why do you look like that..?. "Just listening to you makes me suddenly sad." Arpagong looked at the hoe in Mamon's hand. "Give it to me." Mamon held the blade of the hoe with both hands and, politely, extended the handle of the hoe to his teacher. And. Arpagong took the hoe and handed it back to Sincle. Sinclair with a silly face. And Mamon with a more and more muted look. Arpagong said in a warm voice. "From next time, come in through the door. There is a signal line in the attic window, so it is dangerous to get caught in the foot." Then Sinclair's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, my dad From Mr. Pavenu's upper row... Not coming back... know. I know. This little one. What's wrong with you?" "Mom is also sick from illness To dig even the potatoes in the field... "I know everything, honey. Grandpa knows everything. It's okay, so go back quickly. I have to protect my mother's side." When Arpagong spoke warmly, Sinclair shed tears. Sinclair bowed his head After seeing it, it popped out after getting wet with the night sound. Then, Mamon, who saw the appearance, opened his arms as if embarrassed. Master!? "Did you get people and get money, did you get money and people? It is a poor child." "Why are you making me a bad guy! I just want to sell my carefully crafted goods at a reasonable price. All! Is it bad to be rational!?" " What you mean by rationality makes me feel scared." Arpagong sighed. Then he asked with a low voice at Mamon. "Why are you so obsessed with money? Did I raise you insufficiently?" When Arpagong asked, Mamon hesitated for a moment. After holding his breath for a while, Mamon opened his eyes. "Did Master not buy me for money too!?" Arpagong's eyes trembled when he heard that. Yes. As Arpagong wandered outside the village for materials, he saw a village that had disappeared in a war between dragons and demons, and a poor peasant family crying in the ruins. Arpagong had handed some money to the family's parents and brought one of the youngest sons to him. He is Mamon. " Did you see that?" Arpagong's eyes were blurred. It was blocked with a wide back invisible, but... Nevertheless, it seemed to be seen in the eyes of a child who was squatting in the ashes. The shadow of a gold coin on the retina of a parent's eye selling himself. The expression of relief from saying that he was relieved of his mouth. Said Mamon. "I am the money itself. Because they are humans who have been sold for money. For me, money is human and human is money." "Sometimes I slept gold in the forge, and I felt like I was massaging myself." "Money proves my worth, proves my efforts, and soon proves myself. What's wrong with this? Don't the vast majority of people live for money like that? So what else do you have to prove yourself with other than money?" Arpagong shook his head. "The person who makes an object needs to know how to see the person who will be affected by it, beyond just the object." "Sinclair, I saw that child born. I also saw his parents being born. Such a child needs a hoe to work. And it's for the sick single mother. If their sweat, laughter, and thanks weren't enough for Homi's worth, isn't it? If the things you made could be of little benefit to them, as a craftsman as much Where the hell is the glorious thing?" "Why should I look so far!? Should I expect intangible masters, who may or may not be, as a trauma!? I am a craftsman! A blacksmith enough to make tools with sweat, smile, and light thank you. It's not easy work !?" Mamon's words could not be continued until the end. This is because Arpagong slapped Mamon on the cheek, just as Mamon slapped Sinclair on the cheek before. "I raised you wrong." The teacher's voice is like frost at dawn. At the same time. " If Master said so, that would be correct." The disciple's attitude also changed. Mamon's skin color was slowly changing. Dark, dark like a deepening night. Worn out Newbies
