When I left the hut (workshop), there was the village chief and a young man.
I felt like the young man was somewhere in his 30s. Well, that was my impression.
“What do you need, Village Chief?”
“Well, this one seems to have some business with you.”
I look at the young man with puzzlement.
“A pleasure to meet you, I am Raj Elu. I’m from the Bajibadoru Trading Company.”
I didn’t know what this was about from the village chief’s explanation, but he seemed to be polite enough.
“Thank you, because my names a little difficult to say, you can just call me Ba.”
The glittery name my father named me is hard to say, so even my mom calls me Ba.
…Father, why did you give me a sparkling name that nobody can say…?
“Don’t mind it, even I can’t remember Ba’s real name no matter how many time’s I hear it.”
It’s fine if I don’t give people my true name anymore, isn’t it?
“Anyway, what do you want with me?”
I urged the young man to get to the point a little confused.
“Well, that’s right. To ask bluntly, could you please give me your horse and carriage?”
What is with this guy?