Guild Boss's Ambition

Even... suddenly I don't want to work here anymore.

"Why do you have such an awkward expression? Are you planning to quit your job? Self-esteem is not something that should be used here. Children inherit their parents' property, nobles inherit the territory of the previous generation, and as a human being, it is natural to get some extra help from this society unconditionally."

At this point, the expression on Miss Lannong's face softened.

"You are very capable. You have been working to support yourself since you were young. However, the kindness of President Ehard and our Stone House has been presented to you. If you refuse to accept it, not only will you return to the past, but after you are gone, we will all remember that there was a lonely girl who was living a hard and unbearable life."

Finally, Miss Lannon reached out to help me adjust my tie and asked gently, "Taimi... you probably don't want us to worry about you, right? So, don't think too much, just stay and become a part of us."

"Well, thank you."

Looking at her hands dancing on her tie, I agreed casually, a little distracted.

Then, she chuckled like a silver bell: "Hehe, then, you can go and study with Blanny for the rest of the time, right? Although she has a day off today, the weather is so bad that she probably doesn't bother to go out. She's probably staying in her room on the bed. You should remember where my room is, right? Blanny's room is right next to mine."

In the past, I always thought that I was more mature than my peers because of my rich social experience, but Miss Lannong was obviously an exception among exceptions. She was very gentle. Standing in front of her, I was transformed from a strong grass in the wild snow field into a small flower planted in a greenhouse in an instant. She made me feel very immature and gradually lost the sense of crisis in the face of adversity.

Unconsciously, my heart was slowly filled with a certain emotion -

"That, Miss Lannon!"

"What's wrong? Why are you calling me so loudly all of a sudden?"

Under her crystal clear gaze, the impulse in my heart suddenly stopped, and my chest felt stuffy, as if a balloon was filled with air and was about to burst. However, I couldn't find a vent, and I didn't understand why my mood was swelling. At this moment, I could only suppress the annoyance.

I found a topic and said, "You don't have to prepare gifts."

Miss Lan Nong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "So that's what you're talking about? You don't have to worry about it. If you're willing to gamble, you have to admit defeat. Besides, I like to prepare gifts for others. There's a saying, 'Giving flowers to others will leave a sweet fragrance on your fingers'? Yeah, that's probably it, right? Anyway, giving gifts is a fun game!"

While saying these words, Miss Lan Nong also put the decorations on the ground into her space ring one by one. Her space ring seemed to be slightly different from that of ordinary people. It could be opened for a long time and the storage space was relatively large. If my personal space also had such a function, I wouldn't have to work so hard and sweat all over.

"Ms. Lannon, your personal space and Senior Berlane's are both very large—"

I sighed, and the Barbarian Totem held in Miss Lan Nong's hand shook. Then I saw the elegant black-haired girl tripping over her right foot with her left foot and performing a gorgeous fall on the spot. The whole process happened so fast that even if I reached out to pull, I only pulled a handful of air.

Then my eyes saw something good.

Water blue lace panties.

Very cute and pleasing to the eyes.

Following human instinct, I just stroked my chin and stood aside to admire it.

But wonderful moments always pass in the blink of an eye. Miss Lannon quickly climbed up from the ground again. Although she looked a little embarrassed, she still maintained her usual demeanor. She gestured in front of her chest and said self-deprecatingly, "Oh, it's all your fault, Taimi, that I fell down! How can the size of Senior Berlane be compared with the size of mine?"

Indeed, 13-year-old Miss Lannon is currently only slightly thicker.

Even mine is bigger than hers.

Wait...

Did we just talk about breasts?

With Miss Lannon's gorgeous fall, my original doubts were also thrown far away, but because I felt that it was not an important matter, I did not pursue it in detail. Next, I went to find Senior Berlanni with the mystery about Miss Lannon's fat and breasts to ask her for advice on painting.

……

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27. Excuse me (Taimi)

(Taimi-Moni)

giggle.

I knocked on Senior Blanny's door, but it was President Ehard who came out to answer.

Her face was slightly red, as if she had drunk some wine, but she didn't smell of alcohol.

After learning that I was here to see Senior Blanny, President Ehard said goodbye to her sister, saying that she had to go back to handle her own business, and then she strode away at the end of the corridor.

Looking at Senior Berlane lying on the bed reading a book, I asked worriedly, "Um, did I disturb you?"

Senior Berlani glanced at me and said calmly, "Maybe, but it's not bad."

Maybe, but not bad?

What does that mean? Senior Berlane's way of speaking is really confusing.

If language is the bridge of communication between people, then sometimes some of the things that our senior says are probably just for her own amusement. However, because of her ambiguous way of speaking, when we talk to her, we can always taste a kind of charm that comes from a sense of distance and mystery.

I asked, "What were you and the president doing just now?"

Senior Berlane inserted a bookmark into the book and replied softly, "I read and she sleeps. What about you?"

go to bed?

Does President Ehard have the physique that makes his face blush when he sleeps?

Questions were flying in my mind. I smiled bitterly and answered, "Miss Lan Nong thought that almost all of the decorations I bought were unusable. After a round of mutual reflection, Miss Lan Nong asked me to learn painting from you. She said that I should draw the expected sketch for reference before officially starting the work."

In response to this, Senior Berlani seemed to have a comment: "Learning to paint takes a lot of time."

But as the saying goes, it’s always good to have many skills. I have seen one or two paintings by my predecessors, and they are definitely rare talents!

I smiled and actively fought for it: "Time is definitely not a problem! Compared with before, the work in the Stone House is so much easier. Even if I spend an extra hour or two every day learning painting skills, it is far less hard than before!"

"Um……"

Senior Berlane thought for a moment and agreed, "If you are just learning to paint still lifes, then you shouldn't need to practice for more than two hours a day. If you practice two days a week, two hours a day, for more than a year, then you should be able to do it."

"Really?" I asked excitedly.

"It's fake. I have never taught anyone before, so I'm not sure." said the white-haired girl.

Although senior Blanny seems serious, she is actually quite interesting. Her unchanging simple face is very suitable for creating strong contrast. Even the slightest humor in her words, when spoken by her taciturn mouth, is very colorful and can easily arouse the emotions of the interlocutor.

I chuckled and said deliberately, "Then let's try it together, Master!"

Brannie glanced at me briskly, and there seemed to be a hint of smile in her calm eyes.

She replied calmly and seriously: "Just call me teacher."

I asked, “Is there any difference?”

She replied: “There is a difference.”

"So there's a difference?"

“Feel with your heart.”

I chewed over the difference between the two and answered firmly, "I can't feel it at all!"

Hearing this, Senior Berlani looked at me, blinked, and said calmly, "Then don't call me teacher."

I immediately changed my words: "No, no, no, wait a minute, I seem to be feeling it again now!"

Senior Berlani then asked, "What does it feel like?"

Eh? What does it feel like!

I was tricked by my senior!

I was stunned for a moment, pretending to know something, but I still answered, "The so-called master craftsman! It is composed of two words, "shi" and "jiang". The former means a teacher, and the latter means a craftsman. In other words, the two words "shi" and "jiang" mean the same thing - a craftsman who teaches skills."

Senior Berlani nodded and asked, "Then?"

"Then?"

I smiled bitterly, trying to mobilize my limited intelligence, and said, "Then there is the word 'teacher'. An old man is a leader, and a teacher is a person who teaches. The two together mean a senior who imparts knowledge. Unlike a master craftsman, a master craftsman is a servant, but a teacher is not necessarily a craftsman. He is just a pioneer who imparts knowledge."

Hmm! That’s a perfect answer!

At least that's how I think. (clench fist)

And what about Senior Berlane? Is my random answer right or wrong in her eyes?

"I see."

It's neither right nor wrong, she said.

Feeling a little mad, I asked, "So what does that mean?"

Senior Berlani did not answer, but asked: "Do you want to know why I want you to call me teacher instead of master?"

I really wanted to answer that I didn’t want to know, but I had no choice but to answer: “I want to know! Of course I want to know!”

Seeing my cooperative performance, Senior Berlani nodded slightly with satisfaction.

Then, she answered calmly: "Because the teacher sounds better."

The teacher sounds better?

Could it be──

"The tone sounds better?" I asked boldly.

Senior Berlani blinked slowly, confirming this.

I was speechless and even felt a little tired.

I looked out the window into the distance. Not to mention the distance, there was already a violent storm nearby.

"Senior Berlani, could it be that you are deliberately playing a trick on me because I accidentally disturbed you and the president just now?"

"..."

Senior Berlani fell silent here.

Why are you suddenly silent here?

I looked at Senior Blanny in confusion, only to see her suddenly stand up and walk quickly towards the bathroom attached to the room.

"I'm going to wash my face first, wait a moment."

"Is she trying to hide it, Senior?"

I had this thought involuntarily, but I immediately felt it was ridiculous. She was the literary girl in the Stone House Mimi! She couldn't be so petty. Even if she and the president seemed to have a better relationship, she shouldn't be angry because her sister's time was interrupted...

"Onee-sama..." "Branny..."

Although my rationality was trying to suppress my imagination, some beautiful images of lily colors still floated into my mind involuntarily. Of course, I did not apply these imaginations directly to reality, and I did not dare to be so disrespectful as to look at teacher Berlane, who was about to teach me knowledge, with such a vulgar eye.

"Those images just now were just the demons of my mind that went astray for a moment."

I guiltily convinced myself of my moral conscience and sat up straight next to Teacher Blanny's desk.

After returning, Senior Berlani's face was slightly wet, and it seemed that she really just went to the bathroom to wash her face.

Seeing this, I reminded her, "Teacher Berlani, I heard that washing your face with too hot water is bad for your skin──"

Senior Berlani asked, "Hot water?"

I looked at her cheeks and said with a smile, "If the water wasn't so hot, your face wouldn't be so red, right?"

After hearing my careful reminder, Senior Blanny reached out her hand, placed it on the top of my head, and then began to caress it gently.

Unlike Miss Lannon, Senior Boranie is taller than me and has longer fingers. If Miss Lannon's touch is as gentle as the spring breeze blowing on your face, then Senior Boranie's five fingers are the water flowing in a summer stream. While combing my hair, the cool touch on her fingertips greatly aroused my pleasure.

Uh...

Not anymore!

In order to prevent the situation from getting worse, I must resist!

"Teacher, why are you touching my head?"

"Don't make any noise, I'm trying to calm down."

"Calm down? When did my brain acquire this function?!"

"Well, that's great, I can start teaching you how to paint."

After completely messing up my hair, Senior Berlani stopped with satisfaction. Then, she opened a closet in front of me. The closet was not filled with colorful and beautiful clothes as I expected, but was filled with all kinds of art supplies. In addition to brushes and color palettes, there were also a bunch of props that I couldn't name.

“It smells so good—”

As the wardrobe was opened, the room was suddenly filled with a strange fragrance.

"The smell of oil paint, nice, right?"

"Oh! So it's the smell of paint, how wonderful!"

"Different pigments have different smells. For example, the smell of acrylic is—"

As she spoke, Senior Blanny unscrewed a paint bottle and held the opening to my nose.