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Chapter 11




Chapter 11
Would it be my mistake if Clerivan’s expression of brushing off the wood debris from his clothes looks very happy?
There was still a moment in the classroom.
All of the children, including me, were so busy looking at the log in front and the Clerivan alternately.
“Sell it?”
Belsach was the first to break the silence.
The guy who was sitting hung up on the seat he was lying down throughout the class made an impression and asked.
“Yes, yes. This task is to sell these logs and get the money.”
Belsach or not. Clerivan’s smile remained unchanged.
“You can use any method to sell things. You can cut or split this tree, or burn it if necessary.”
So, in a word, you just need to sell it, regardless of the means and methods.
“Hmm

.”
It was the same for me that I can’t remember the pointed number.
As Clerivan said, that was just a log and it didn’t seem to have any special corners.
It’s a timber and light b-bo tree, but you won’t be able to lift it and move it alone.
Besides, such a tree is so common that it can be sold to anyone who needs firewood at best.
It was when I was wondering what to do.
“However, you shouldn’t use your position. You should only sell this tree to people who need it.”
“Alas.”
A little sigh came right next to me on the last condition Clerivan had.
It was Mayron and Gilliu.
The two guys were sighing with their eyes lowered as if they were very sorry.
What, what were you thinking.
As I was looking at them with very suspicious glances, Larane, who was quietly listening to Clerivan’s words, carefully raised his hand.
“There 
 .”
“Yes, Larane, please tell me.”
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“Lift it myself
.., do I have to carry it?”
Is it embarrassing to ask a question, his white face turned red.
“Don’t worry about it. This is just a sample, and it will already be delivered one by one to your place.”
“Ah, that’s good.”
If I was worried about having to go with that heavy whine, or if I heard the answer, Larane smiled, and a pretty dimple fell into her cheek.
“I don’t like it.”
I am admiring Larane, which is pretty as a lily, and I hear an uneven voice.1
You can tell who you are without having to look there.
It was Belsach’s fat voice.
“Why do I have to do that?”
That guy is also short, just as expected.
The mouth is still smiling, but the laughter disappears from Clerivan’s eyes.
“What is such a thing, Belsach?”
“Selling things like that. Why do I have to do things like that?”
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“Why do you think it’s only for the people below?”
“My mother did that. It’s bad to deal with money.”
It was such a serene word that I grinned.
Seral, a native of Angenas, a second-class family in the Lambrew Empire, was truly ‘aristocratic’.
In fact, in the past, there were times when direct money transactions and obsession with money were regarded as non-aristocratic.
But that’s all old days too.
The nobles were shocked by the appearance of Lombardy starting as commerce and taking control of everything with the power of money.
Realizing the power of one or two assets, they were either putting up a ring with the money they had been sleeping on or actively setting up the top and jumping into commerce.
That’s why the Angenas family, which lasted until the end, created the top of Durak and reached out to the room textile market.
I recalled the last time Durak visited the mansion to seek Lombardy’s help.
But Belsach, the descendant of Angenas, is making such an easy-going sound.
“Then it can’t be helped.”
Clerivan said that it was a pity.
“I have no choice but to give Belsach a failing point for this assignment.”
“Failure point?”
Belsach’s face, muttering the word ‘failure point’ for a moment, quickly turned red.
“Why am I failing?”
“There is no way to do anything. This assignment is to sell things, but Belsach refuses to do so, so I have to fail.”
“Then it’s okay for the teacher to change the assignment! The problem is that the assignments are stupid from the start!”
“Is that so. Okay.”
That was it.
Clerivan was neither angry nor tried to make Belsach understand.
He just turned around and said to us except Belsach.
“You can have the money from selling the tree logs, and the person who earns the most money has a reward, so please work hard.”
Eventually, Belsach, who was completely excluded, groaned.
‘Boom!’