boyutpedia Chapter 40 Resignation
Chapter 40 Resignation
After finally getting through Friday, Zag quickly submitted his resignation to the association's office.
Why?
Liam happened to be there. He had been patrolling the town recently, looking for any suspicious signs. Zag had just returned to his post to catch his breath when he came to submit his resignation, and his face showed an unconcealable weariness.
Zag explained sincerely, "It's too dangerous, sir. I don't know why, but recently, there have been incidents at grain stores and cults stirring up trouble behind the scenes. I'm just an ordinary person with a mother to support, so I'm really timid."
An investigator standing nearby advised, "This is just an accident. You've been doing this for several years now, and nothing's ever happened to you. Where do all these accidents come from..."
Liam interrupted, "Alright, since he's worried, then forget it."
The investigator frowned. "But it's really hard to find people here, sir. There aren't many literate people in the whole town, let alone anyone physically strong enough!"
Liam shook his head: "He's been doing this for years, it's dangerous. Let him resign."
"Okay, okay..."
No matter how unwilling the investigator was, he could not disobey Liam's orders, so he had no choice but to put away his resignation letter and begin to settle Zag's salary for the week.
While the investigator was settling Zag's weekly wage, Liam asked, "Sentinel, you've been in this position for several years and are quite familiar with the townspeople. Do you have anyone you'd recommend who's qualified for this role?"
Zag thought for a moment and said, "To be honest, there is one, but his handwriting may not be very beautiful. He is the eldest son of the blacksmith, Aiden, Aiden Anvil."
Liam seemed to know David: "The blacksmith's son? The anvil family? You mean that blacksmith who knows some of the Gray forging techniques, the one with decent skills?"
Zag nodded: "It's him, his eldest son, Aiden Anvil. He studied at the church school in Golden Helmet Fortress for a while, and he's quite physically fit. He's always wanted to be a guard and is very interested in the position of sentry, but David always wanted him to inherit the family business and become a blacksmith, so... I'm just suggesting it, and it's hard to say whether it will work out."
“If you’ve attended a church school, then there shouldn’t be any problem,” Liam thought for a moment, then said, “I’ll ask when I have the chance. Thanks for the recommendation, Sentry.”
"You're welcome. I was just suggesting a suitable candidate."
After receiving his 30 shillings, Zag felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders.
He can probably stay in the sentry house for another day, until a new sentry takes up his post.
However, he had already prepared his luggage. Apart from what he carried with him, he left most of it at David's house. After all, after picking up Mrs. Marsh from the Redcurrant Mill, he would still need to go back to town for a night before heading to Eastgate. Going directly from the Redcurrant Mill to Eastgate was not feasible; even hiring a car wouldn't be enough time in one day. Splitting it into two days would allow him to travel at a more leisurely pace.
That evening, at the suggestion of Helford and Zag, Snowball finally agreed to become a cat.
A real, ordinary black cat, not the kind with wings that can fly.
The main reason for persuading Snowball was that it would have to live with Mrs. Marsh and even the David family's children for the next few days. If it remained invisible, it would have to avoid people when eating and drinking, and Zag would have to spend time explaining the mysteriously disappearing food and the reasons why Snowball insisted on bringing its scratching post and scratching post.
Regarding these two items, Zag assured that it wouldn't be acceptable to have a new set made for them once they arrived at the Eastern Port; they absolutely had to bring them with them.
Therefore, as long as Snowball becomes a real black cat, all problems will be solved.
It's perfectly reasonable to move house with a harpy cat and its toys.
In addition, fairies are actually smaller than ordinary cats, even if you include their wings.
So when Snowball turned into a black cat, it was also very small, looking like a kitten that was only a month old, doubly adorable, and after arriving at the Redcurrant Mill the next morning, it instantly won over Mrs. Marsh's heart.
"Why did you get cats and dogs?! They're so hard to care for, they shed so much!"
Mrs. Marsh complained, but her body betrayed her by slowly getting out of bed and rummaging through the kitchen for food to feed Snowball and Herford.
"I made a few creamy fish paste breads yesterday, but only six. You can give one to each of the two little ones."
Zag did not stop Mrs. Marsh from feeding him, because Snowball had already jumped rather unceremoniously onto Mrs. Marsh's lap, squatting in her arms and taking small bites of the creamy fishbread.
Its posture is very elegant, with its tail swishing back and forth, looking very relaxed.
"Mother, uh... I came back this time because I have something I want to discuss with you."
Seeing that Mrs. Marsh was in a good mood, Zag took out the Healing Hand he had brought back this week and cautiously probed, "Mr. Matthew, the owner of the alchemy shop in town, recommended me to be an apprentice at Mrs. Weyland's aromatic apothecary in East Harbor, with a starting weekly wage of 45 shillings."
Mrs. Marsh seemed delighted: "Really? That's wonderful! It's 15 shillings more than your current job!"
Zhage added, "My idea is to take you there with me. The air and environment are better there, which will be more helpful for your health. I can also take care of you closer to home."
"I don't need your help. I can take care of myself!"
Mrs. Marsh was very displeased.
Indeed, although Mrs. Marsh had to stay in bed most of the time, she could still manage to cook and do housework for two or three hours every day. The church doctor even believed that appropriate activity was beneficial to Mrs. Marsh's health; otherwise, the original owner would not have allowed Mrs. Marsh to stay alone in the Redcurrant Mill.
"Yes, yes, I know, but I usually have to work and may not be home all day. Perhaps you could help me take care of Snowball and Coalball, that's them."
Zag pointed to the black cat sitting on Mrs. Marsh's lap and Herford, who was drooling and waiting for his attention.
Mrs. Marsh followed Zag's finger and saw Herford looking longingly at her. Her heart softened immediately: "Oh, poor little fellow, you must be starving! I'll break the bread open for you right away, be careful not to choke."
As she spoke, she quickly took another creamy fishbread from the table, carefully broke it into small pieces, and made sure that each piece of bread was filled with filling, then fed it to Herford one by one.
Zag watched silently as Mrs. Marsh cared for the cat and dog like children, and began to question the meaning of life.
Especially Herford, who was so big that his mouth could almost bite a person's head off when he opened it. Mrs. Marsh actually thought that a creamy fish paste bread that was not much bigger than the palm of her hand would choke him!
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【Creamy Fish Paste Bread】: A popular delicacy in the eastern coastal region of the High Kingdom. It was originally a staple food carried by sailors who went to sea all year round. Housewives stuffed high-calorie cream and fish paste into hard bread that could be stored for a long time to sustain their energy consumption. After it spread to the inland areas, it was improved. The rich creamy aroma combined with the special flavor of fish paste quickly became a favorite delicacy of the middle class and nobles.
The most popular method now is to wrap a creamy fish paste filling inside a puff pastry bread. Obviously, puff pastry bread is more popular than bread that is as hard as a rock.