How to Escape from an Implacable Man

"Reader's presence, is it?

"Yes. Readers always exist more than wake them to letters. It's important to be aware of who you make read it to."

That was what your teacher taught you after a formal apprenticeship.

"For example, that note Marie is writing right now. Who do you think it is for reading?

"That said, I'm just writing it down so I don't forget... Oh, well, something for me to read, right"

"Well done," your teacher grinned deeper.

"That's why Marie's notes are important: 'What Marie understands when she reads'. Conversely, these commonly circulated books are often written in such a way that everyone can understand them"

Of course, when you become professional, you are limited to people with more than a certain amount of knowledge, but your master goes on.

"On the contrary, we can limit our readers to a very small part. It's commonly known as" cryptography. "

"Cryptography, is it?

"Yes, for example, if you read every other word or share a certain ultimatum."

"Every other word, I know, but what's an ultimatum?

"Um, for example, replacing words, I guess. For example, would there be a bamboo stick that Marie boiled for me yesterday? Suppose that in the future, Marie and I decided to call the bamboo shoots' kaku '. I don't know what people don't know when they say' yesterday was delicious' in front of other people. This is the code."

"I see."

Speaking of which, there was still bamboo. I cut it fine and mixed it with risotto and the texture changed and it might be interesting.

"Marie?"

"Yes."

Your voice was just a little low when you found out you were distracted by your dedication tonight.

"Anyway, if you're going to be writing something about magic in that notebook in the future, do something about it so that other magicians can read it"

"Is it something they shouldn't read?

"... right. There would have been formations that had failed to suck up the sap before, wouldn't there? What happens if that magician, who doesn't know the failure, sees it and activates the formation, even if he wrote it down in his notebook?

I faded.

Even if you say it's a failure, those formations that are activated if they have a lot of magic, when they do poorly, there are dead people. Because a tree bursts.

"You seem to understand. Well, there's also the point of preventing theft in formation, which, hey, let me explain."

"Yes."

I know you really wanted to explain "theft" with me, but at the time, not knowing a magician other than your master, I wouldn't have been able to take that explanation properly. That's the first time I've ever known an association magician to understand.

"- In the end, who's writing this to?"

Remembering your teacher's teachings, I single-handedly conceived a magically granted pen.

Pei, and I'll review the first day of understanding.

"Day One

As planned, we arrived at Sardo's lodging.

It was a smooth itinerary without any particular trouble. Many other passengers in the ride carriage are good people, and they care about Chris, who decides to sleep with motion sickness.

I recognised that getting inside people who didn't know me was something that was nervous somewhere, but, you know, odd liberating. I just feel a little lonely because I'm alone.

I'll be in touch tomorrow. '

"Day Two

You have reached Waldstow. I put my face in the dining room where I lived and worked, but I was so glad that you and the regular people at the store still remembered my face.

Suddenly, I was prepared to apologize and bring it down because I couldn't even explain the circumstances, but people had their own circumstances, so I was perfectly receptive.

I also finished face-to-face earlier with my apprentice Rex, who plans to take over the pharmacy. He's a bright, healthy kid, but his mouth seems a little light to serve customers, so I think he needs guidance there.

Okay, I'll be in touch tomorrow.

"Day Three

I ended the day with Ike and Rex mentoring.

Rex is the perfect person to take over the pharmacy because he is honest and a worker. Originally from a farmer, I was relieved that the fields behind the store seemed to be well managed.

I also toured Ike's training, which has been done all night since last night, but there are still a lot of sweet spots for control. It still seemed a long way to go in public.

I cooked your fishes for lunch, but speaking of which, can you fish for Mr. Crest or something? I heard that the Knights also train camp, but do they do it as part of it? If it's also an opportunity to go on a picnic with Master Crest, you can hear it in the flow, but you don't get to go out.

Tomorrow is going to be over with the help of Ike and Rex training.

Okay, I'll be in touch tomorrow.

"Day Four

I showed my face in the dining room I took care of in Waldstow after noon today. The man who hired me, he remembered me properly.

I enjoyed chatting with my regular wife and the three of you, but I recognised once again that people have a variety of histories. The facts are stranger than the novel, and I've heard the word, but you're exactly right.

Tomorrow we are going towards Deventio. I'm going to say hello to the face guy in town and show Rex his face too. The store people seem dusty and a little anxious. And then I thought it was time to start making 'Chris' parts. I just hope there is good clay.

Okay, I'll be in touch tomorrow.

"Day 5

I also finished safely greeting Deventio's face role. Worst of all, I also expected to be yelled at, but on the contrary, I was bewildered in a favorable manner.

Oh, the store guy sent someone to clean regularly, didn't he? Thank you. My neighbor Lily says that the guy who looks like he's weak has cleaned up and politely brought his souvenirs to greet me every time, but he's not from the mansion, is he? Lily said she missed the guy when he stopped coming in the future because he looked like he was watching a puppy and smiled.

Creating parts for 'Chris' is going well. Miltil, a potter who was being cordial, asked me to divide the clay. I feel a little too annoyed to borrow it to the workplace and see if the painting pigments alone would be a legitimate consideration.

Okay, I'll be in touch tomorrow.

"Day Six

I've always been dedicated to making 'Chris' parts today. The kiln is in the middle of the mountain, so it's a little cold in the morning and evening. I guess I can't even say that when I go into firing.

Deventio uses' Chris' to coach Rex. A couple of regular people gave me a leg around to see if the face actor had turned the story around. I was harassed because Rex made a mistake in customer service, but I could still be forgiven for that being half a serving. And then Rex got depressed, and he's still a little grumpy.

Having an apprentice is tough. Master Crest is also in a responsible position as Squadron Leader, so there are a lot of men out there, so if I ask, can you tell me some tips on coaching and how to encourage them?

Okay, I'll be in touch tomorrow.

If I read it back again, I would tilt my neck, wondering whether it was a report to Mr Hull or to Mr Crest.

For once, the report to Master Crest, it should be. Mr. Hurl reads it, too, and sticks with it... well, leave the reflection at this.

Speaking of what I can report today, about all the parts have been formed. I looked at Mr. Trontan and Rex's field rigging on his face this morning and it was funny to see him look like a grandfather and grandson...... so even if I wrote too much about Rex, I guess I'd make Master Crest feel bad instead.

I don't know if Rex and Crest will ever face each other, but the impression is better.

By the way, Rex is already in bed. Instead, the morning is really early. By the time I wake up and activate 'Chris', it's early enough that I've already finished taking care of the field all the way through. For that matter, I can tell you that breakfast after a job is delicious.

Now let's teach you how to cook when you can go all the way through the preparation of medicines and customer service. Sounds like you can cook easy, but you shouldn't have a problem getting good at all the ingenuity. I feel like "Chris" will always make something different.

Speaking of which, did you ever cook for Master Crest?

If it's about an easy treat, I've rented the kitchen a few times to make it, but I don't feel like I'm making rice.

"... well, like it's worth making, like it's not,"

It is not hard to imagine, for example, that even if you made a mistake with sugar and salt, Master Crest would complete the meal by saying, "Whatever Marie made is delicious". No, it would take a lot more arguing to give you some heavy feelings, but I don't want to imagine in detail that far.

It's nice to have it finished eating when it tastes good, but it's vain as a maker to be told it tastes good, even if it tastes bad. I knew I wanted you to say something deliciously made was delicious, and if you could tell me your taste preferences or something, it would be more ingenious and worthwhile.

"Today, shall we go with this?"

As far as possible, I try to include Master Crest's name in my nightly report. Of course, to prevent a runoff. Even on my travels, I think I need an appeal that I am not just distracted by magic, pharmacists, and new disciples, and that I also remember properly Master Crest. Of course, to prevent a runoff. I said it twice because it's important.

Let's get this straight. Master Runaway Crest is really scared.

The same is true when you come to bring me back on the run, but if I continue not to see Master Crest too much, or mouth a far-fetched line, it develops into that faceless, so terribly powerful, and occasionally even life-threatening violence. There's no way I'm not scared.

"Marizia, what did you just say?

Marie, look at me.

"What are you unhappy about?"

'If you won't let me hear your voice, you won't need your throat, will you?

I just remembered, I got goosebumps. Let's not. When I write up the report, I say I'll go into the firing, but I'm mentally tired. What do I do?

I exhaled small and magically into the magic formations engraved on my pen.

"Day Seven

Finally all the parts are done. I also feel a little strange about my fingertips and arm feeling because I stuffed the roots a little bit. I cheated a little on magic, but still, fatigue doesn't help.

I'll start putting fire in the kiln this evening. I get nervous when I put the fire in no matter how many times I do it. I hope it works out for you.

Speaking of which, today, I was taught how to cook called 'Smoke'. It means that drying the ingredients with smoke and heat will allow them to be preserved for a long period of time, but they also change the aroma depending on which wood they make the smoke from. I heard that meat smoking is also used for soldier food, so maybe Master Crest has eaten it? The flavour of the ingredients will be thicker, so it looks like it will fit the soup or something, and the ingredients that can be smoked are likely to be applied in a wide range of ways, such as fish and eggs. However, the smoke is amazing, so I'm not likely to be able to make it all over town. I'm going to make it and make it a souvenir when I have time.

Okay, I'll be in touch tomorrow.

I wrote it down all at once, and, uh, exhaled.

The trouble with reporting using this pen is that I can't rewrite it. All I have to do is tell the pen over there what's going on, and as I think about the report, I can tell you how much time I think about it over there. Well, Mr. Hurl will be busy, and he won't be waiting for the report to stick in front of the pen either.

... That kind of feels like Master Crest is waiting every night in front of that pen over there. No, I don't think I'll be busy since I got promoted to Squadron Leader, and I just won't have time for that. I don't think so. I want to think there won't be.

Stretch out all the way to the outside kiln so you can switch heads. The parts are already in the kiln, so all you have to do is put the fire in and block the kiln's mouth. There's also a clay version inside that carves out a sorcery formation to monitor the momentum of the fire, so you don't need to see it tight, but you still need confirmation while pinching a fine sleep.

I slammed my pussy and both cheeks and threw in the spark.