"It's something I've thought about before."
I tried my best to control my expression, and then answered seriously.
"Have you thought about it before?"
"Yes."
I nod. The more at this time, the more calm and confident you should be.
"I have been thinking about it for a long time. After the stone is heated, it will not cool down immediately. Therefore, the stone should have the function of heat preservation."
I went on to explain:
"So, if we can find some stones that have good thermal properties, and put them on the floor of the room. When we heat these stones, will the entire floor of the room become warmer?"
"..."
"Because I have to compensate the tavern owner, I want to take advantage of this opportunity to realize this idea. Then, I found that the actual effect is better than imagined."
"Do you mean a house for the tavernkeeper?"
"Yes."
"So, you thought of turning it into a business?"
"Yes."
I nodded as a matter of course. In this regard, I actually have absolute confidence.
Still, the baron couldn't believe it.
"Yes. Your plan is very good. Also, this proposal is very carefully done. It makes me think you have this talent. But..."
The Baron finally voiced his concerns:
"Your intention, can I believe it?"
"What's the meaning?"
"I mean, can I trust you?"
"what do you mean…"
The baron's words startled me a little. I was thinking, where did I behave badly, or did I expose something wrong?
"Have you forgotten what happened two years ago?"
"..."
It turned out to be two years ago, which I did not expect. Because, this did not appear in the novel "Hero Knight".
For things that are unclear and uncertain, I have decided to remain silent.
Thankfully, the Baron set out to explain what happened two years ago:
"It was the same at the time. Of course, you didn't come up with a business plan as detailed as you have now. I remember very clearly what you said at the time. At that time you said:
'Dad, this time I really made up my mind to study hard. So trust me and invest in me. '
I was really touched at the time, I thought you finally woke up. So I readily gave you the money for selling the villa. Think of it as tuition to get into the academy. But, you put that money..."
"..."
The baron fell silent suddenly, and I could clearly feel his disappointment.
I cursed the real Aaron in my mind, for confusing me so much.
The Baron went on to state:
"Spend it. You squandered it all, and there wasn't a single copper left. I remember very clearly that you were drunk in a tavern with your gangster friends. The girl had a dirty party."
I began to sympathize with Baron Albert. I thought that no matter who met such a son, it would be difficult to continue to maintain patience and trust in him.
I finally understood why the Baron didn't really believe me when I came up with the perfect business plan.
He must still be thinking, could it be a huge scam carefully designed by Aaron in order to defraud money?
In this regard, I suddenly remembered my past, and I have done similar things.
It should be when I was in junior high school. At that time, in order to pay for the cram school, my mother gave me the money and asked me to hand it over to the person in charge of the cram school.
However, instead of going to cram schools, I used the money to go to Internet cafes with my friends. I felt very happy at the time.
It's just that my behavior was finally discovered by my mother, and I could only accept my mother's punishment at that time.
In order to get my mother's forgiveness, I can only make a solemn promise that I will never do this again.
I think Baron Albert has the same thoughts and feelings about Aaron. Therefore, I decided to exchange for the Baron's trust by promising:
"I'm going to quit drinking."
"…What?"
"I can understand how you feel. This time, if you believe me, I will give up drinking completely."
"..."
The baron's eyes became complicated, as if he was asking me if I was serious. Or is this just a new trick.
I did not respond, nor did I avoid the Baron's gaze. It's like answering "yes" with a calm gaze.
After a while, the baron sighed:
"is this real?"
"Yes."
For me, I don't know how to drink, and I don't like drinking.
Therefore, if you can gain a little trust from the baron by giving up drinking, I think it is a good deal.
"…Yes, I understand."
The Baron nodded. Then, he returned the business plan to me.
"Since you said so, I will believe you this time. I will discuss this matter with my administrative officials. When implementing the content of this plan, you can freely use the soldiers in the territory."
"…Thanks."
"This may be the last time I trust you, don't let me down."
The baron looked at me more tolerantly than before. This reminds me of my mother's appearance during the previous Internet cafe incident, and I feel wonderful.
I finished my meal in a hurry and left my seat.
…
'Although the hardest part has been done, there is still a lot to be done. '
While I was thinking about my next plan and what to accomplish, a guy came up to me and interrupted my train of thought:
"...You know, I am an honorable knight. Supervising this kind of mounding or carrying work, even if it is your order, my master, I cannot accept it!"
I looked up and had a good look at the man—a mean-looking fellow in a light cavalry suit,
I know him. He is one of the five knights in the territory. At the same time, he is also the weakest knight. He is Sir Wright.
In the novel "The Heroic Knight", when the baron was in crisis due to huge debts, he was the first guy to betray and stole the baron's beloved horse.
Not only that. He even spits in Aaron's face as he runs away.
That's why I handed over the scene to him today - let Sir Wright be the overseer of the scene, he will certainly resist my orders impatiently.
And I can take this opportunity to teach him a good lesson - I silently held the shovel, and then showed a bright smile to Sir Wright:
"So, Sir Wright, are you going to refuse my order?"
"It's not a rejection. I just hope you can respect, my reputation as a knight... ah!"
When Sir Wright was about to make an excuse, I swung the shovel and struck him in the face.
"As a knight, this guy should really receive physical training."
Sir Wright's molars flung the air. the
"Ah...ah~"
Sir Wright, who fell to the ground, let out a sharp scream.
From his perspective, the world suddenly turned upside down. Then, he couldn't feel his cheek, and then, something seemed to pop out of his mouth and flew into the air.
At this moment, Sir Wright saw clearly what those objects flying in the air were:
"My molars?"
Three white molars fell to the ground after a short flight. Around these teeth, there are bright red blood droplets and sticky saliva, which looks a bit messy.
"what happened?"
Due to the excessive force of Aaron's knocking, Sir Wright's brain was still in an unconscious state. Therefore, even if he saw teeth and blood on the ground, he still didn't accurately realize the current situation.
The flow of time seemed to slow down suddenly, which made Sir Wright's unintelligent brain experience a wonderful feeling.
He felt like a puddle of mud now, limp on the ground. His head, especially, was so close to the ground that his parted lips were kissing the ground.
It was a moment before Sir Wright felt the belated pain—a split lip, a pulled molar, a fractured cheekbone. These places are sending out intense pain.
"...It hurts so much, it really hurts too much!"
Sir Wright covered his knocked left face with his hands, he felt his vision blurred, his head became heavy, and his thinking became dull...
Where did I hit? Was it an accident, or an attack? Who is it?
When Sir Wright tried to figure out the current situation, Aaron didn't give him a chance to breathe, but slapped Sir Wright's chest hard with the shovel.
This made Sir Wright feel short of breath, and immediately curled up his body like a cooked shrimp. At this moment, he finally saw the attacker with the shovel clearly:
"Master Aaron?!"
What responded to him was continuous blows. He can't understand. Can't react either. Aaron swung the shovel so hard and so frequently that he had no chance to stop and counterattack.
Faced with this merciless violence, Sir Wright could only groan and shield his face and head with his arms.
The continuous sound of blows and the constant pain made Sir Wright's face twisted with fear.