Chapter 13

『 Chapter 13 』

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"Give me the scaffolding!"

As soon as the wagon on the top of Dulac stopped, Vieze ran up and shouted to the servants.

Clarivan, who was following Rulac, clicked his tongue softly.

While waiting for the top Dulac to bring samples of textile, he investigated the company.

As a result, Owner was the empress.

To be exact, the Hyun Angenas was about the time of his death.

In terms of village head, he was quite far from the center of the family, but he benefited greatly from his childhood friendship with the empress.

However, even so, the situation of Vieze was excessive.

No matter how much his opponent is the empress, Vieze was the eldest son of the Lombardy family.

They say that there is no need to keep a low profile like that.

Even Angenas, who produced the current empress, did not dare to be comparable to Lombardy.

There was no way that Rulac, who walked right next to Clarivan's tongue, could not not hear him.

However, there was no sign of displeasure.

However, he could only look at his first son's back.

When Vieze opened the door instead of a servant, Dulac's owner got off the carriage as if he were familiar with it.

He bowed his head deeply to Rulac.

At least he knows the right hierarchy.

Clarivan was fuming inside.

"Thank you for coming. I'd like to check the product right before I go inside, so why don't you?"

"...I'll do that."

Dulac owner's eyes were slightly frowned.

He brought it because they wanted to see the textile he brought, but he really didn't know it was a prerequisite for business.

Vieze, who has repeatedly reassured the owner, said, "It's just a formality."

"DFather, do you really need to do that? Dulac's owner also showed his sincerity in bringing the goods all the way here...…

"Get out of the way."

Rulac's angry eyes turned to Vieze.

Vieze, who saw his eyes, was not frowning or glaring at him, instantly hardened.

"Did he teach you to keep the guest in front of the house?"

"Oh…."

Only then, Vieze, who realized his mistake, hurriedly stepped aside.

"Pull up the cover."

Under Rulac's command, servants took off the cover of the wagon brought by the Dulac company.

"Hmm."

When I reached out to the textile and swept it, Rulac let out a low hum.

The surface was uneven and rough.

"Clarivan."

When Rulac called, Clarivan came up as if he had waited.

Sure enough, his facial expression was not so good when he touched the cotton of the textile.

"What is the raw material?"

Clarivan asked Dulac's boss.

"Oh, that's...…."

The owner hesitated as if he couldn't think of it for a moment.

He can't even tell you the raw materials of the goods he's trying to sell by borrowing other people's money.

It showed the ignorance and attitude of Angenas' commerce.

"It's a long pull of the trunk of the nose and the Coroy."

"You mean Coroy?"

Coroy were a kind of weed-like plant that grew widely throughout the empire.

Vieze was condescending when it seems it's the first time Clarivan heard of the fabric made of coroy.

"It is the traditional way of the eastern part of the Empire. The Lord of the Upper Lord himself. You pretended to know and you didn't know anything."

Clarivan was moved to tears by Vieze's sarcastic remarks that he really "didn't know," but he had nothing to say.

Textile was not an area where he knew a lot.

Although he has been in charge of Lombardy's household, he has never heard of fabrics that were thick with Coroy.

"It's widely used only in the east, but it's a textile that's not very well known in other parts of the world, so we'll be able to make a big profit.

The owner said to Rulac.

"Is that so?"

At first glance, it seemed to be a positive answer, but Rulac's gaze did not know that it would fall from a rough cloth piled up in a cart.

The amount and labor required by the Dulac company were reported in writing in advance.

It was definitely a large amount that any other company could not afford.

But it was not that much of a burden for Lombardy.

Even if the textile industry failed, Lombardy could have made up for the loss in about a month or two.

It was not money that Rulac was worried about.

The wrinkled eyes contained the oldest son, Vieze, who was constantly talking next to the owner.

The current empress, Ravini Angenas, was a narrow-minded but ambitious person at the same time.

To turn my son into a prince, I wouldn't care about the fire.

The Dulac company, which was made quite urgently, also lacked bribes to stab the noble council, so it was carried out to raise funds.

However, it was clear who would blame the project if it went wrong for any reason and the empress was not financially satisfied.

Vieze thought that if he did this, he would be able to get closer to the Empress, so he would be so sweet.

Rulac finally made a decision.

This textile business will be a testbed for Rulac, not just for the Empress.

"Vieze."

"Yes, Father!"

"This textile business...…."

It was just before the word "I will leave it to you in the future."

Beyond the wheels of the wagon, a small brown hair rose and a clear voice was heard.

"Wow, it's cloth that makes clothes!"

Four people standing in a hard atmosphere looked back at you at the same time.

"Firentia?"

Rulac murmured in surprise.

To such a grandfather, Firentia smiled brightly and spoke in a louder voice.

"My dad knows this very well!"

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Seeing people surprised by my sudden appearance, I gave a more childlike smile.

"What are you doing here all of a sudden?"

My grandfather asked me, lowering himself slightly.

"I'm out for a walk with my dad! But I saw my grandfather, so I just ran!"

I came here to meet my grandfather, there was no grandfather who would hate it.

He heard that his little granddaughter ran around.

Sure enough, I could see my grandfather's mouth slightly upward.

"Thanks, Firentia. But it's dangerous to run around, so be careful from now on."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Vieze waved his hand as if he was chasing a fly, saying to me, "Grown-ups are at work, so go play! go, come on!"

I was annoyed that my grandfather was interrupted from patting me on the head.

But I ignored Vieze and asked my grandfather.

"But what's all this? There's a lot of the same cloth!"

"It's a cloth made of glue called corona. I was talking to the adults here about whether they could make money by selling it to people."

"Oh, I see."

You don't have to make money. This business is a fluke.

The problems, there are too many.

Amid a flurry of problems, as a result, the large-scale coroy textile business collapsed and Lombardy had to endure financial bleeding.

Now I may come forward and say, "This is why you shouldn't even start and fold it here," but it was not up to me as a child to say yet.

"Oh, my God! Tia! How could you run like that alone?"

It's for my father.

I looked back at my father with an innocent face that I knew nothing.

"Daddy! Grandpa is selling this cloth!"

"Oh, whoops! I'm sorry, Father. Tia, you shouldn't disturb the adults. Let's go for a walk over there."

My father, who didn't know my mind, tried to take me to the other side.

"Look at this, Dad! It's made of corona glue. It's amazing!"

"Huh? Coroy?"

I knew you'd be interested.

Father looked back at the cart, seems like he was interested in preventing plants like coroy.

"Oh, this is a fabric made of coroy. It's my first time seeing it in person, and I've never seen such a rough feeling before...…."

The father, who was talking excitedly without realizing it, realized the situation again and blushed.

"Let's go, Tia."

You can't just go like this!

At that time, I heard a voice that pierced my heart with a single blow.

"You take a look, Gallahan."

It was my grandfather.

Vieze seemed impatient when his brother suddenly appeared and pretended to know, but his face was a spectacle that he couldn't get in.

"I don't know that much either.

All that matters is that in the eastern part of the Empire, this coroy plant has been woven and used for about a hundred years. It's easy to make and the ingredients are also available directly from the mountains, so it's a favorite textile for the common people."

"Common people?"

However, Dulac's owner's reaction was a little strange.

His face twitched when his father said that Coroy cloth was mostly used by the common people.

"Is this the cloth used by the common people?"

"Yes. As you can see, it's tough and rough, so it's not appropriate to use in aristocratic clothing."

"Oh, my God."

Grandfather asked when the owner couldn't continue.

"Come on, owner."

"They told me this textile is no different between the nobility and the common people. It's a favorite...…. So I tried to open a business for the aristocracy."

Didn't you say you got it yourself a while ago?

"Gee, someone who knows as well as he does in person...…."

"It looks like you've been swindled by someone you know."

The disgraced Owner's face turned red.

"But there is one disadvantage of this coroy fabric. Once extracted from a plant, there is a kind of expiration date...…. Oh, I knew it."

My father looked at the bottom of the pile of cloth and clicked his tongue.

Black mold was blooming on the fabrics in the middle.

"Completed coroy fabric is vulnerable to moisture. I think this happened after the rainy season recently."

"Oh, my God."

The owner couldn't hide his disappointment.

Of course it's in vain.

It's an ambitious project he's been working on. Now he knows it's useless.

At that time, my father, who was pondering something, told Sang-ju.

"But the land near Jikhaeryeong is growing enough, so it won't be a big problem if you get materials from nearby, not from far away."

"Oh, is that so?"

"And if you're really going to do this business against the aristocracy, try mixing it up when you're doing it."

"Oh, my God.

"Yeah. Actually, Coroy is not a bad ingredient. It's better because you can save a lot of cost. So if you invest a little bit of the money you save from the raw materials and mix it, you'll get a cool, soft textile."

"Oh, that's the way!"

As if to see a silver lining from the sky, Dulac owner's eyes glistened toward my father.

"But mixing other raw materials with sulfur is a fairly high-end technology.

Please select the right textile workers."

"Far, textile workers...…."

The owner only blinked, as if he really didn't know anything about this field.

"Our Lombardy's textile guild will do enough. Of course, that would increase Lombardy's allocation of business profits."

Clarivan stepped in and helped.

"How much do you think?"

"Considering the salary of Lombardy workers...."

When Clarivan and the owner started bargaining, my father held my hand.

I was trying to relax quietly.

"Gallahan, take care of this business."

My grandfather's tremendous command caught my father's footsteps.

"Oh, Father!"

Vieze almost screamed.