Chapter 276 El Haisen: No joke
"The caravan's route may not coincide with yours. Taking into account the time spent in various tribes, your expected itinerary may double.
Talk to your employer about the size of the caravan and the risks involved. If he is a man who knows how to weigh the pros and cons, I think he will be willing to trade time for safety." Elhaisen said.
"I know, I know. Do you think I wouldn't consider these things?" Kavi said dissatisfiedly.
"Senior Kavi, where is your destination? I'll mark a spot on the map. If it's convenient, I'll pick out a few tribes and schedule your stopover for the return journey." Harold said as he unfolded the map.
"No, that's not certain yet. Just follow your plan and don't change the itinerary just for us!" Kavi said hurriedly.
Harold nodded, turned to face Elhaisen, and joked, "Would you like to come with us, Senior Elhaisen? Ask Azar for a half-year vacation? Would he agree?"
"I will agree, and I will also replace him with someone else as the secretary." Elhaisen replied calmly.
Kavi subconsciously said "Huh?"
Harold smiled.
No, how come this Elhaisen is so good at telling jokes.
Elhaisen added: "If the Ministry of Religion has a mission that requires high-level personnel to go to the desert, I can apply for it, but the sage has no plans to do so at the moment, and the official expedition team to the Red King Ruins will depart in the second half of the year."
"So you have to stay at home?" Kavi wiped the table with his fingers, looking a little gloating. "Remember to clean on time. I know it's not easy to clean such a big house, but I have to trouble you. I hope the house won't be a mess when we come back."
"I decided to rent out the house during this period," Elhaisen said to Kavi in surprise, "The prime property near the House of the Decrees will attract many scholars. This will solve the sanitation problem, and the rent will be shared equally with you."
"No, where do you want people to sleep? Your room? Where will you sleep?" Kavi asked.
El Haisen: "Why should I let tenants sleep in my room? It would be a better choice to rent out the spare room."
"...An unused room? No! I won't allow it! You can't let anyone into my room, and you are not allowed to touch my wallpaper or my paintings!" Kavi shouted.
"He was joking." Harold rubbed his forehead.
"Really? I look like I'm kidding?" Elhaisen tilted his head.
"...Are you serious?" Harold narrowed his eyes.
"It was just a joke. It's to make you realize the inconvenience of living alone - so you have to share the cost of housekeeping." Elhaisen turned his eyes back to the book in his hand.
Kavi gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Okay, go find the housekeeper and don't touch my room. If I come back and see that my things have been touched, you'll be dead!"
Harold crossed his arms and said, "226, we are 2 and you are 6. After all, you are the only one at home."
"334," said Elhaisen.
"Okay, I'll ask Dolly to introduce me to a reliable housekeeper, and I can save the agency fee." Haroldt calculated.
Elhaisen nodded slightly in agreement.
The matter was settled, and the next day, Kavi went to his employer, Mr. Badawi,
He was an old man who looked to be over fifty years old. Although he was thin, he had thin muscles on his exposed shoulders. He used to be a free mercenary who had not joined the mercenary group. Now he worked at the Zubair Theater in the Grand Bazaar, mainly responsible for cleaning work.
Kavi met him in front of an open-air restaurant in the Grand Bazaar. Badawi did not wear the robe commonly worn by the Sumerians, but instead wore a short shirt and loose trousers, which made it easier for him to work.
As soon as Kavi met his employer, he stated his request directly:
"Mr. Badawi, the caravan heading to the desert will leave next month. I suggest that we leave two days later and follow the caravan. This will be safer."
After hearing this, Badawi became alert. He coughed twice and pretended to be serious and said, "Hey, follow the caravan? How much commission will it cost?"
Kavi was stunned for a moment: "Ah? No, no, we just go with them. You see, if there are only two of us, you have to spend extra money to hire soldiers for protection, and rent pack animals to carry water and food.
It's much safer to follow the caravan. There are more than 40 pack animals in the caravan, and we don't have much luggage. As long as we greet the caravan leader and say that we are willing to brush the pack animals' fur during breaks, they should be willing to take our luggage."
Badawi shook his head and said, "Young man, you think too simply. If you leave your things with others, what if they run away with them? If you lose your supplies in the desert, do you know what the consequences will be?"
Kavi opened his eyes slightly, thought for a while and said, "Well...it's possible, but the leader of this caravan is someone I know. He's my junior and very reliable."
Hearing that Kavi knew the leader of the caravan, Badawi did not feel relieved. Instead, he became even more alert. He even began to suspect that the blond designer in front of him had colluded with the people in the caravan to deceive him.
He had been cheated three times. It was difficult to start a business in the desert. He finally saved enough money by relying on his savings from the first half of his life and working in a theater.
But when he wanted to build a library in the desert to collect books collected by various tribes, he encountered another crisis - no one was willing to accept his commission.
Remote areas, special environments, insufficient funds... all these have discouraged well-known architectural designers.
After much difficulty, he found a Miaolun school scholar who was willing to accept the commission, but the other party ran away with the money because he was an old man who was unfamiliar with the affairs and a desert man who was deliberately suppressed by the Council of the Orders.
He paid three deposits but didn't even get a design sketch. Kavey was the fourth architect he found.
He was short of money, and scholars with titles like "the light of the Miaolun School" and "genius architectural designer" were not originally candidates for his consideration. However, he heard of Kavi's reputation for charity and wanted to try his luck. After all, it would be easier to find such a well-known scholar to defraud money.
A week ago, he approached Kavey and asked him to design a library for him. After three times of being deceived, he learned his lesson this time. He did not pay the deposit first according to the customary rules in the architectural designer circle, but asked Kavey to draw the first draft before paying the deposit.
After hearing the whole story, the other party expressed his understanding and accepted the commission without hesitation. He also provided a sketch within a week.
Although Kavi said that this was just a draft and the detailed drawings would have to wait until after the desert survey, he was still very happy and felt that he had found the right person this time.
But Kavi suddenly said that he would postpone his plan to go to the desert and follow the caravan. This made the trust he had accumulated in his heart begin to waver again. Having been deceived three times, he couldn't help but think wrongly and think that Kavi was colluding with the caravan leader.