(Risking My Life) Proposing to Miss Hazel - Chapter 49
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Chapter 49
After a storm had swept through, the situation was somehow sorted out.
From what the trading caravan people told us, it seemed there had been chaos last night when the Mayor disappeared in the mountains.
Though the man himself had a serene expression as if nothing had happened.
I organized the seating arrangement for a proper meeting.
The Mayor, two trading caravan employees, and I would be inside the shop.
Felix would be outside the shop.
Humans inside the building, wild beast outside the building.
Everyone was satisfied with my wise seating arrangement. Except for Felix.
If he didn’t like it, he shouldn’t have growled at the Mayor.
Inside the peaceful shop.
I brewed high-quality tea for those who had traveled a long way.
Felix’s expression pressed against the window looked ominous, but I cleanly ignored it.
When he acts like that, giving him attention only makes him act up more, so ignoring him is the best strategy.
Glug glug, I poured the carefully brewed tea into the shop’s most expensive teacup and offered it to the Mayor first.
A sincere apology came as a bonus.
“Mayor, I was very rude this morning.”
I knew my tone and behavior had become drastically more polite, but I couldn’t help it.
What could I do about having committed so many sins?
Fortunately, the Mayor seemed inclined to generously overlook this morning’s incident.
“Not at all. It was interesting.”
“Pardon? What was?”
“You, Miss Hazel.”
His answer was concise but somehow ambiguous.
Still, I was relieved it wasn’t considered rude and was about to move on when—
BANG!!
A loud impact sound came from the direction of the window.
When I turned my head, I saw Felix with his fist slammed against the window, fuming.
His glaring eyes flashed as if lightning had struck.
“…”
This is driving me crazy.
You fool, even if you’re unmarried, there are proper people to be wary of.
The Mayor and I are from different social classes.
Getting slapped by a country girl would probably be amusing to him. He couldn’t have meant it in that way.
“Ha, haha. So I was interesting to you. But Mayor, would it be alright if you spoke more casually?”
I’ve never met a noble who uses formal speech, so I don’t know what to do.
But a surprising answer came from the Mayor.
“Formal speech is more comfortable for me.”
“…Pardon?”
What does that mean?
As if understanding my bewildered feelings, the trading caravan employees added an explanation.
“The Mayor uses formal speech with everyone, whether they’re low-ranking employees or children.”
“I was very surprised when I first heard it too. It’s even more surprising how consistent he is.”
“Wow…”
So there are nobles like this too.
As if expecting my reaction, proud smiles appeared on the employees’ faces.
Apart from the Mayor causing them trouble last night, their trust and respect for him seemed quite deep.
“The Mayor is truly a good person.”
“Not at all.”
The owner of Benu slightly pushed up his glasses as if embarrassed.
He doesn’t seem like it, but he appears to be weak to compliments.
A shy smile spread across his expressionless face.
It’s striking how he has such fresh, youthful charm that makes it hard to believe he’s nearly thirty.
I tilted my head slightly to get a better look at that smile when—
BOOM!!
A thunderous roar like lightning shook my eardrums.
The startled employees trembled.
What an embarrassing brother to have.
I pretended not to hear anything and awkwardly smiled while pouring tea for the employees as well.
The employees drank their tea while deliberately avoiding Felix’s gaze. It’s no secret that their hands holding the teacups were shaking.
“It, it’s delicious. The aroma is wonderful.”
“Sh, shall we start by counting the completed products?”
“Of course. Take your time.”
They counted the quantities of ‘Deep Sleep’ and ‘Gentle Sleep’ while keeping an eye on Felix.
Deep Sleep: 384 total.
Gentle Sleep: 392 total.
Lampflower Bouquet: 100 total.
Even though I worked hard for five days, cutting into my sleep, it was far short of the ordered quantity.
Moreover, Baron made all the lampflower bouquets. All I did was attach ribbons and labels.
Unlike me, who was sad about not meeting the quantity, the trading caravan employees’ reaction was quite positive.
“The deadline was tight, but you made quite a lot. You’re really diligent.”
“Really? I was worried about not meeting the quantity.”
“You don’t need to worry about that. Usually we give much more generous deadlines, but we came urgently because there are many customers looking for these now.”
“…!”
Thank goodness, the deadline is usually more generous.
I don’t have to go through that crazy overtime marathon…!
A smile spread across my face from the relief.
“We’ll come back for the remaining quantity in two weeks, so take your time making them. We’ll pay the advance for the full order quantity before we leave.”
“Since cash flow might not be smooth at the beginning of trading, we’ll provide advance payment until this time, but from the next transaction, we plan to pay considering transaction fees and market prices.”
That means if Cromwell Castle’s fees increase, the money I earn could decrease.
I wasn’t disappointed since I had expected this. I have countermeasures ready too.
When I nodded, the employee placed eleven heavy pouches of silver coins on the counter.
Clink, the sound of silver coins clinking rang enchantingly in my ears.
“1,100 silver coins.”
“…!”
I thought I was going to faint when I first touched 100 silver coins, but now 1,000 silver coins.
The number was so unrealistic that my vision became hazy.
‘After deducting herb costs, glass bottle costs, and Baron’s labor costs, only about half will remain, but…’
Compared to the days when I earned two or three silver coins a day, this was tremendous progress.
Working hard for a month, I could earn 500 silver coins.
‘If I receive orders like this just a few times, I could buy a house in the village center.’
I clutched my trembling heart and tapped my heels on the ground.
If my brother had been in his right mind, I would have grabbed both his hands and jumped up and down.
At this moment, I am the happiest person in our village.
So, so, so, so much.
My heart felt like it would burst with joy.
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Felix is currently suffering.
Three men who are targeting his little sister—the prettiest, cutest, kindest, and smartest in the world—have entered the shop, while he himself has been kicked out of the shop.
Fortunately, Hazel showed no interest in any of the three men.
As her older brother, he knew best that his sister’s kindness was just an ingrained habit and a capitalistic mask, nothing more.
The problem was that those clueless guys kept misunderstanding.
‘Those potato bastards will confess to Hazel soon enough. One hundred percent.’
Sorry, but you’re going to get rejected.
Even though Hazel calls out for dirt potatoes with her mouth, she likes handsome men.
She always has.
Even if she defended well against confession attacks, she was weak against face attacks.
It couldn’t be helped. Since her older brother was a rare beauty, his little sister’s standards naturally had to be high after growing up looking at him.
But even knowing that the potatoes would be rejected after confessing, his anger didn’t subside. Didn’t the world have a crime called being presumptuous?
Moreover—
‘Who would have thought Lucas Aden looked like that.’
Snow-white skin, delicate features, soft and long eyelashes, and an atmosphere that looked extremely young for his age.
It was an appearance that was difficult for the same man to acknowledge as handsome.
He was closer to being a beauty rather than handsome.
Just put a long-haired wig on him and it would be enough to mistake him for a woman. Though his build wasn’t like that.
‘I thought I only had to be careful of Axel and Count Cedric in this life, but unexpected obstacles are appearing.’
Felix glared fiercely at Lucas, who was talking to Hazel with an innocent-looking face.
‘What is that guy thinking, acting like that?’
The god of reading numbers.
The god of queuing.
Lucas Aden’s mental processing speed, who had swept chess competitions at age seven, was unparalleled.
The fact that such a guy took the time to come all the way to Luden meant there was a good reason for it.
Felix coolly lowered his eyes and calmly observed Lucas.
He thought he was watching him as quietly as a mouse, like an assassin targeting his prey.
Of course, he had no intention of doing anything barbaric like hitting the window with his hands.
…
Really.
He just wasn’t aware that he was already doing it.
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