Dream Life

It was about a year ago that I was told by my predecessor, Mr Govan, to answer Mr Zacharias' question, just about now, from summer to autumn.

"Nicholas, I need a favor from you. Zach started reading books. I'm telling you to listen to what I don't know, so I'm sorry, but I need you to do it for me."

To the request of my predecessors, I replied "OK" without thinking deeply.

Master Zacharias was three years old at the time. I heard that I had just learned the letters, so I was getting high that I would be able to hear the words sophisticated and simple.

But soon I realized my mistake.

The only words I hear are political, military, commercial jargon. In particular, he closed his heart to questions such as the difference between a "memorandum (memo random)" and a "contract (agreeing)" that had difficulty explaining the concept, the relationship between the state and the guild, and the legal status of the guild.

If that was just a kid's question, he was laughing, "You mean the contract is well-formatted and the memorandum isn't?," or, "Doesn't the guild need state protection?," he asked a sharper question and often held his head with his wife Kate.

And when I look in trouble, I immediately smile and say "thank you" and pull back, so I snap extra. Because adult majesty was nothing.

About four months ago, my predecessors and my colleagues were gathered together in the hall.

What my predecessors said was incomprehensible at first. That would be so. Even though God Zacharias is the chosen Son of God and he tells me that his soul came from another world.

But I remember what I've been through, and somehow I fell to my heart. Whatever, there's no such thing as a three-year-old asking all those questions. If I were there, I wonder if there would be any special circumstances.

And after that explanation, the Hall ordered me to stay.

"What did you think when you heard what I was saying?

"Maybe I was feeling a rumble...... no, is that what I'm talking about now finally convinced me?

My predecessors who were beside me nodded, "Well,"

"Zach says he wants to make this village better. But there are things a four-year-old can't do if he wants to. I need you to help her."

I was feeling hesitant. Because I wasn't sure I could keep up with Master Zacharias' thoughts.

"In my opinion... it will only serve as a foothold for Master Zacharias"

My predecessors can't take that word with a laugh, "If you can't do it, there's no one in my house who can do it". with an even more awkward trick,

"Gene is about to get married. In winter it will be just Kate and me. Well, what? If Zach goes, the house gets a little noisy, right?

My predecessors were worried that after my daughter Gene got married, it would be just me and my wife. He remembered his son Aaron and daughter Marsha, who died eleven years ago, and he took care not to be lonely.

I get hot eyed at the thought.

"We are here to help you, Master Zacharias, with a slight force"

I wept and decided to accept a request from my predecessors.

When I told that story to my wife, Kate, my wife fully agreed with me.

And since then, our couple's lives have changed dramatically.

I told my predecessors it would be a foothold, but honestly, I didn't expect them to do anything so abrupt.

First of all, I never dreamed I'd start installing a toilet.

He was shown the blueprints and went to Craig, the artisan, to talk to him, but at first he didn't understand them at all either.

Even if the artisans build houses, they make them thinking in their heads. I would only use it about the time I built a castle, such as using drawings.

I got Craig a slice of lumber and scraped it to fit the drawing.

Combining that made it look like a small cabin, and so Craig finally understood.

Craig asks me to teach you how to write drawings, but I didn't write them myself and I'm not sure how to write them. I was deluded when I said I would teach next time.

He seems a little sorry, but soon he seemed more concerned about the restroom structure and started talking about his work.

When I decided to make a bathroom for my mansion, I learned how to write drawings from Master Zacharias.

"It's not that hard," Master Zacharias tells me with a smile.

"It just says it as it looks from the front, directly across, directly above, and writes down the dimensions..."

I managed to understand how to think in an hour or so of lectures, but I'm not sure when I write my own. I can't let you tell me again, so I'll make a note of how to write a drawing.

The next day, I will give Craig a copy of that note and teach it as Master Zacharias taught me yesterday.

He had nodded many times as impressed.

Yes, even I managed to understand this far.

But the problem was “soap”.

At first he called Guy Jakes, familiar with the woods, and was asked about the nuts and flowers in the woods. I had no idea what I was going to do, and I had to ask beside myself.

He then accompanied Guy and me along the Finn River, which flows through the west side of the village. Pointing to the yellow flowers blooming on the banks of the river, he said, "How long has this flower grown?" He asked me.

Guy and I talked a little bit and then replied, "It's around here on the Finn River, and it's about as much on the Arn River as it is".

Master Zacharias looked a little sorry, "That's not enough," he muttered, and was returned to the mansion.

On the way home, Guy said, "What will Master Zach do?," he asked in a whisper, "I don't know either," he had to answer.

Then she asked if there was any fat, lime, and when she answered yes, she said she wanted to make “soap”.

To that word, my lord and I were stunned.

For the time being, I also lived in the academic city of Doctus, so I know the existence of soap for once. But he remembered it was very expensive.

Sure I can sell it as a village specialty if I can. However, the hall seemed to share the same sentiment as to whether objects that could only be made near the Imperial City could be made in such a countryside, and they seemed to care about that.

Master Zacharias laughs confidently and carelessly, "I don't know if I can do something right, but I think maybe I'll be fine".

I was impressed that this one could make it, but then it was hard. Yes, the instructions from Master Zacharias were very difficult.

"I know the basics of how to make it, but I have no idea what the portions are. Until I can do that, it will take at least a week, no, ten days or so, so I want you to make a good note of how much you put in each pan and how much you mixed."

Sometimes, Zacharias uses the language of previous life. He also said that the word week would speak, and in the previous world he used seven days as one unit.

I was told it was a detailed note but I have nothing to weigh. When I pointed that out, I looked at about three different types of spoons, and they brought me a smaller cup and told me, "Use this for“ standard "and count how many cups I put in".

They decided to use them instead of measuring instruments. I sell my measuring instruments if I go to Doctus, but I certainly can still make enough of this.

You said more about time, so I asked him what to do with that too. Yes, there is no clock in this village.

After a little thought, Zacharias made a simple water clock.

First, I started writing patterns on the ground, using wooden bars and yarns, and was made a day clock. Then, a small hole was drilled in a small pan made of copper and finely worked, such as installing a water receiving bamboo at the bottom. After being seen satisfactorily, some calculation had been made along the way, gauging the time the water would fall by day clock.

"Exactly half an hour on the clock is too much of a mess, so I can't hit the scale. I calculated the amount of water falling in half an hour. Because the pressure on the hole is different between the top and bottom of the pan, there is simply no way to get in the middle of it. Well, it's a big mess, but I guess it's roughly indicative. Yeah, well, when the size of the hole changes, time changes, so I want you to polish it with a cloth every day."

I didn't understand what it meant to need calculation due to water pressure, but the water clock made was for an hour, and three scales had been hit.

"Fifteen minutes or enough is troublesome but proportionate. A third to the scale would be enough, and half would be like fifteen minutes."

I finished the series of things in about three hours in the afternoon and was returned to the mansion.

The rest of me, with my wife, started by melting the beast fat and filtering it clean.

Next, the lime is dissolved in water and the straw baked ash is collected with water dissolved supernatant.

Collect the kettle and warm the filtered fat. Temperature is about human skin. Put your finger in and check.

Add to it a mixture of water taken from lime and water taken from ash and stir.

He says he needs to keep stirring for an hour or so until he gets drooling, so he takes turns with his wife, but it's hard to get drooling.

More strange smells begin to fill the house, hurrying to open windows and doors.

I went on to make soap, wondering if I could really do this.

And it's already been three months, but I can't do anything like that all the time.

There are at least thirty pieces of drizzled fat in the house.

Lady Zacharias, who saw it, was apologized for being so sorry that she became told that if the house was in trouble, she would give up soap.

"We've come this far. Let's try some more."

I bow my head to my words many times and say, "You can stop me whenever you want," but look at my notes and give further instructions.

In the end, I laughed with my wife after she left, saying that Master Zacharias didn't want to give up either. It's worth doing even if I just got this laugh.

Improvements to the toilet don't seem to be working either.

Following your mansion, we, the squire's house, were also set up. I did get confused at first, but the area around the house was cleaner, and now everyone, I appreciate it.

But even at Gordon's for what I set up in the village, it's not much used.

When I asked why, it was not clear, so I had no choice but to go and report it to Master Zacharias, and it was clearly reflected that it was my mistake.

And I order an interview, but here again my common sense was overturned.

Tell him to give him the money to listen.

At first I thought my abilities were questioned. But when you said that you could hear the hall even if you didn't do that, you said that you would give money because you wanted to hear not only comfortable opinions in your ears, but also opinions that were not abominable.

Neither I nor the pavilion understood at first, but I was convinced by the explanation.

Surely the more opinions you give, the more money you get, and if even more negative opinions don't punish you, the more negative opinions you will give.

I was thinking of falling out of my eyes.

And I thought it would be inappropriate to report the opinions gathered to Master Zacharias. Sure, the instructions were to gather opinions as they were, but then it's hard for Master Zacharias to be read.

I went with my wife to classify my opinions.

We divided it into positive opinions, negative opinions, requests for improvement, etc., so that we could see which opinions were more numerous.

When I take it, Master Zacharias looks at me with a little satisfaction before beginning to hear the report. And at the end of the day, he said to me and my wife, "You put it together well. It was easy to understand. That's Nicholas," you labored.

That's when I felt rewarded.

He looks like a four-year-old, but I thought again that Master Zacharias was a respectable boss to me. And I swore to my heart to help you do everything I could to make this better.