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There was no way someone like Vincent couldn't have noticed this subtle current of air, but he pretended not to. Since Sir Gaspar is attached as an escort nothing would happen. Besides, no matter what happens, Bianca won't be able to take over the castle if he interferes. Besides, it was her karma that all servants were like this.
He looked around the meat shop and said sternly, pointing to a large salt shaker in the corner.
“In winter there is less hunting, so it is difficult to find meat. It should be salted and preserved a little longer. Since the meat must be marinated in advance, it is important to pickle from the fall. We are ready for winter. If the lady is assigned work later, she must stock up on salt early.
-I see.
Bianca nodded. The castle hostess was in charge of everything in the castle, as well as the kitchen work. Not serving raw meat in winter was natural, but it was all unknown to Bianca, who had never been interested in such a thing.
Vincent explained step by step how to get the meat for the winter months, not only salt, but also what seasonings and spices to put, and where to get pepper and sugar.
There was too much information coming out at once. Bianca nodded saying that she understood, but she knew that she wouldn't remember anything at night.
However, it was not good to show that image in a place where there are servants, so Bianca naturally kept her mouth shut. She just remembered the general idea, and thought about asking Vincent about the details later. Vincent will look at her with an absurd look, but still she will answer her questions with her sincerity. Because that's her job.
They looked around the butcher shop and left. When Vincent added that he would now go to the candle shop and sewing room, Bianca winced to herself.
The candle factory was right in front of the meat warehouse. In the candle factory, candles were made from the fat left over from the slaughter, and a man was stirring a large lump of fat in a pot to keep it from solidifying.
The resin was one of the ingredients to make candles. This was the identity of the rancid smell that Bianca felt.
“What we're making now are candles made from fat. It is a common candle that is supplied to the castle.
“It looks different than the one I wear.
-Yes. This is because the candles used by the lady, the count and those in the dining room are made of wax. Unlike those made from beef fat resin, they are a high-quality product that is soot-free, clean, and high-quality with a pungent odor. It can only be made during the time when the bees are making honey, and it is a very valuable item because the quantity is not large. It is usually used to seal letters with the family seal, and is only used in church ceremonies or in the royal palace.
He said it in a tone that implicitly reproached that the candle he used to light even when it was a little dark was very precious.
It was such a scathing tone, that even if the people around her couldn't notice it, Bianca, the person involved, could.
Bianca was heartbroken. It's true that she is extravagant, but it wasn't very nice to be reprimanded for something she didn't ask for. Still, she didn't want to raise her voice in front of her subordinates over trivial matters.
Instead of being arrogant and irritable, Bianca asked quietly, as if she had nothing to do with it.
"Was it so precious?" She didn't know. Who asked for that candle to be used?
-Count.
“I don't know why the Count gave such an order. Why didn't he tell me? Could we have saved it?
The corners of Bianca's lips twitched sarcastically. Her candles are too valuable. When she was shivering in the cold in the monastery before her return, even when she was desperate for a little warmth more than anything else, she never bowed her pride to get a candle or something.
It couldn't have been better for her to hear a comment like this now.
Vincent clucked his tongue at Bianca's visibly displeased look. What Zachary said was still vivid in her memory.
'He doesn't like regular candles because they smell bad and have a lot of soot. Replaces the candles where my wife usually walks with wax candles.
Although aristocratic, Zachary had no interest in luxury and did not know it well. He pointed out that he should use wax candles,
Although Zachary was a nobleman, he was not interested in luxury and did not know much about it. When he pointed out that he should use wax candles, he was not unreasonable in thinking that it was due to Bianca's request. Although it was incomprehensible, it was clearly Vincent's fault. Vincent immediately bowed his head.
"It must be because the Count didn't want his wife to worry about all that." Please forgive me.
Neither Vincent nor Bianca, of course, thought Zachary really thought that. It was just a nice excuse. There was a time when Bianca was sensitive enough to everyone to rebut, but now it was just annoying. Bianca waved her hand, ending the story.
—It's over. So what should I care about here?
—To manage the castle, it is necessary to keep track of how many candles are made. Especially in winter when the days are short, candles are precious. The candles made here are different from those used by Mrs. or Mr., but since the candle itself is a valuable item, it must be handled strictly.
As soon as Vincent's words fell, the manager smiled at them with a crooked and sullen face. Since he didn't dare to talk to high-ranking people, he intended to give them confidence through his facial expressions. However, his slanted eyes, sharp chin and pointed lips did not make him a very trustworthy face.
There wasn't much to remember in the candle factory. More than anything because it was winter now. In winter there was less resin because there was less meat, and even the wood used to light the fire to melt the resin was precious. So when Bianca followed Vincent out of the store, her gaze fell on a small strand of hair sticking out from behind a large wooden barrel in the corner of the store.
It's an animal? Or human hair?
Curious, Bianca headed there.
Squatting was a skinny boy. He was hard at work on something, gripping his forearm, which was thinner than the candle the attendant had brought out.
If you look closely, you can see that he was carving a candle. The white candle was deeply carved, revealing a delicate and even pattern. Bianca, who was shocked by that, inadvertently asked.
-What are you doing?
—Aaah!
The boy jumped in surprise. He was so surprised that he lost the candle he was carving in his hand. And the candle flew into the air. Bianca unknowingly received the candle that blew out. As soon as it happened, a loud roar resounded from behind Bianca.
"Nicholas!" Also today!
The manager, who had been watching Bianca and Vincent earlier, raised his voice loudly. Fire flared in his eyes. In the eyes of the manager, Nicholas's actions could only be seen as ruining a healthy candle.
Even he himself admitted that Nicholas's sculpting skills weren't bad, but so what? Due to its materials, the candle would melt quickly. And for them, candles were a luxury in themselves.
Nicholas had been scolded several times for doing such a thing. He too was advised to carve from a piece of wood. There was no point in sculpting something that would melt after burning. But Nicholas insisted on carving the candles over and over again.
I thought it was a relief that he wasn't around today, but I didn't know he was doing that on a street corner. Furthermore, he was even caught by the lady. The manager looked at the lady with an anxious expression.
Vincent looked at Bianca.
"Ma'am, what's wrong?"
The servant's complexion paled. It was a big problem to steal items and damage them. He doesn't know if Nicholas will be punished alone, but the person in charge of the candle shop might also be scolded for negligence. The butler's surveillance was difficult enough, but it was terrifying to think that the matter of Nicholas would add even more surveillance.
The servant's anxiety quickly became a reality. It was because Vincent's eyes turned into triangles when he found the candle in Bianca's hand.
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