That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 190

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Chapter 190

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Greetings! Lady Tulia!”

 

“Greetings!”

 

“Oh. Sit, sit.”

 

“Thank you!”

 

“Thank you!”

 

I stared at each of the Baektul Salon managers who were breaking out in cold sweat in front of me.

 

Those who received my gaze all bowed their heads while groveling.

 

‘When did their numbers increase so much.’

 

As the scale of Baektul Salon grew significantly, we gradually added more people, and now there were nearly ten senior managers alone.

 

I looked down at the documents neatly arranged on the desk. Seeing the numbers written on top, I was suddenly dumbfounded.

 

Am I really seeing this with my own two eyes open?

 

“So this amount…”

 

“…”

 

“You’re saying Prince Benjamin offered an amount of 100 billion gold?”

 

“Yes, my lady…”

 

“Yes, guild master…”

 

“Yes, your excellency…”

 

“…Unify the titles.”

 

“If I may ask, which one should we use…”

 

“Call me Master”

 

“Yes, Master!”

 

I looked at the numbers again and muttered to myself.

 

‘Adel. How is this a trivial matter?’

 

The first of the trivial matters Adel mentioned was Prince Benjamin’s unexpected trade request.

 

“100 billion gold is equivalent to 10 years’ worth of transactions for our Baektul Salon.”

 

“That’s correct. So we hurriedly hired additional Territory Residents to meet the quantity.”

 

“We did introduce the new Three-Shift System that my lady, no, Master mentioned before… However, since ‘plants’ are the main raw material, no matter how hard we try, there are physical time limitations.”

 

I rested my chin on the back of my hand and said.

 

“So you’re saying there’s no way to make plants grow abundantly?”

 

“We, we’ll look into it!”

 

‘No. I was just asking…’

 

I watched the managers breaking out in cold sweat and lightly scratched my head.

 

Anyone watching would think a demon was about to tear their mouth wide open.

 

I’m not sure if what they’re afraid of is the reputation of the Frazier name, or if Tulia herself is just the ultimate villain in this world.

 

‘Anyway, we can’t handle this quantity immediately among ourselves. But it’s also too valuable to let go of such a jackpot customer worth 100 billion gold.’

 

This was largely due to the Sophia problem.

 

Because she caused the scandal of the century, High Society was literally turned upside down.

 

Originally, when a family member causes problems, the entire family suffers damage.

 

Baektul Salon was no exception.

 

‘Many customers have stopped coming. It’s said to recover naturally, but the fact remains that sales have dropped.’

 

At such a time, the enormous sum of 100 billion came like sweet rain.

 

Unable to let this slip away, I brought in an appropriate advisor.

 

And so.

 

“How about borrowing the power of magic.”

 

It was Schulz Schmidt, who had been my Pneuma.

 

I was meeting him again.

 

It had been quite a while since I openly faced him like this, as he was serving as vice-chairman at the White Tower and had even been selected as the Crown Prince’s official teacher.

 

“The power of magic?”

 

When I asked back, Schulz Schmidt lightly nodded his head.

 

Cold eyes and a face strangely worn with fatigue.

 

But he was still handsome enough to make Noble Ladies’ hearts flutter, so I even thought about paying him to stand as a model.

 

‘That wouldn’t work.’

 

After all, he’s the vice-chairman of a prestigious institution and the Crown Prince’s teacher.

 

“For crops to grow, they need appropriate temperature, sufficient light, and constant nutrients. Fortunately, Belus Territory only experiences spring and summer year-round…”

 

The managers had no idea that the advisor I brought in was ‘that’ Schulz Schmidt.

 

I deliberately didn’t tell them. Now that they faced him, some were even trembling in their legs.

 

“Mages are excellent technicians. Let’s put in a request to them.”

 

“What kind of request…”

 

A relatively young manager sitting at the end inadvertently asked back, then shut his mouth with a gasp.

 

It was because Schulz Schmidt looked at him.

 

His gaze was so cold that the managers were startled and lowered their heads.

 

They were all busy avoiding eye contact, so they wouldn’t have known.

 

From my interpretation as Schulz Schmidt’s former student, he was looking with the meaning of ‘How tiresome that I have to converse with such an intellectually inferior fool.’

 

“…”

 

And I had to bear the consequences of offending Schulz Schmidt’s mood.

 

Because he stared at me without giving any answer.

 

The implication of that look was singular.

 

He was telling me to read his thoughts and derive a solution to the current problem.

 

Time to think? None. He wouldn’t give any.

 

He meant for me to speak right here and now.

 

‘Really, does he think everyone in the world is a genius like him.’

 

Unlike my internal grumbling, I pretended to be a diligent student and put my mind to work.

 

“The temperature you mentioned earlier will be solved by Belus Territory’s seasons, and the soil’s nutrients will also be solved by the vast land. We can plant in shifts and give the land rest periods.”

 

Schulz Schmidt’s eyebrow slightly rose.

 

“Then what remains… is only light.”

 

Because crops need light to grow.

 

“The ‘request’ you want to mention must be about creating an extremely bright Magic Tool that can substitute for the sun even in the middle of the night, right?”

 

Schulz Schmidt, who had been staring at me intently, slowly nodded his head.

 

“Excellent.”

 

He was someone born with naturally cold eyes. Schulz Schmidt was like that.

 

His eyes, cold as a glass filled with ice, remained the same, but I could sense a trace of warmth from him.

 

He was the kind of teacher who made me unconsciously return a smile. Schulz Schmidt was.

 

While we stared at each other intently, the managers’ eyes rolled back as they entered into discussion among themselves.

 

“Then let’s immediately put in a request to the Mage Association!”

 

“Let’s say we’ll cover all research and production costs. And the core technology should be transferred to us. If that’s not possible, we need to make at least a special exclusive contract.”

 

“Should we propose a 50-year exclusive contract?”

 

“But the cost won’t be insignificant.”

 

“It will definitely help in the long term!”

 

“We should re-survey Belus Territory while we’re at it. And if we move around every three years planting baektul, we’ll be able to cultivate crops most efficiently…”

 

Leaving the managers who were enthusiastically holding their meeting, I brought Schulz Schmidt to my Personal Study.

 

“Are you using such a large study as your personal office?”

 

“Cool, right?”

 

Schulz Schmidt chuckled softly. I suddenly became curious.

 

“You became the Crown Prince’s tutor.”

 

“Yes. Ah, I heard that he broke off his engagement with your niece. Quite interesting.”

 

‘Interesting? Doesn’t he know why Sophia’s engagement was broken?’

 

The fact that Sophia’s engagement was broken off because she was caught having affairs with an enormous number of men.

 

High society was already in an uproar over this.

 

And I’m from the same family as Sophia.

 

Of course, there were no nobles who would gossip openly in front of me, since I was rumored to receive all of Grand Duke Frazier’s—Grandfather’s—favor, but who knows how much they whispered behind my back.

 

As for the Crown Prince… well, that goes without saying.

 

I asked Schulz Schmidt.

 

“You don’t seem particularly concerned. Even though His Crown Prince is your student.”

 

“What good would my concern do? The broken engagement is something His Crown Prince must handle himself.”

 

“Does His Crown Prince perhaps not listen well to your teachings?”

 

Schulz Schmidt, who had briefly tilted his teacup, answered nonchalantly.

 

“He did follow along diligently. From the very beginning when I first took him on.”

 

‘Ah.’

 

I immediately understood the implicit meaning contained in those brief words.

 

‘Ferdinand… must have been worked quite hard…’

 

Even though Schulz Schmidt might not look it, he’s an extremely strict teacher. Ferdinand must have suffered quite a bit.

 

‘Though it was helpful, of course.’

 

Is there anything more luxurious than complaining that the protection shield surrounding you is too solid?

 

What’s truly sad is when there’s not even one layer left to protect you.

 

So Ferdinand probably welcomed Schulz Schmidt as a strict protection shield.

 

“Teacher.”

 

Actually, there was a separate ‘real’ reason I had called Schulz Schmidt to this personal study.

 

I took out several sheets of paper from a box that had been locked with a padlock.

 

“I’m finally giving you what you commissioned from me several years ago. Please look.”

 

In that moment, Schulz Schmidt’s cold, sharp eyes shook greatly. Even his hands were trembling.

 

He slowly took the paper I held out to him.

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