"But the people here…How would they fend for themselves?" Dorl's hands faltered.
"My daughter?! How do you expect me to provide for her if there are no mines?!"
He looked at Jorel with his white face and sunken eyes.
That little girl…
She is too young to do anything by herself.
But that's why she has parents.
Jorel thought as his brows drew closer to his eyes and his mouth slightly raised at the edges
"That's not my problem—its yours and yours alone." Jorel wagged his finger in the damp air.
Dorl's eyes seemed to sink even more as he reclined back into the chair, his breaths, broken.
"No…No..Jorel…How could you do this to me…" He muttered to himself and supported his falling head by the temples.
"After everything…" The floor beneath his Dorl's got wet in small patches.
Is… he crying?
How can a grown man be crying… especially someone of his caliber?
Jorel's expression faded into something more disgusted.
"If you give my father---I mean the Ujochi clan your mines…" His head faced towards the light brown stained roof with black patches.
"You and your people won't inherently suffer…At least anymore." Jorel put one hand on his waist and pointed towards the door.
Dorl raised his head up to look at Jorel, tears raced down his face to see which would reach the ground first.
"...What do…You mean?" Dorl's voice sounded like a crack in an egg.
I mean can't you think for once.
Is the thing in your head just for fashion?!
"Hmff…" Jorel sighed as he huffed out of frustration.
"If the Ujochi clan uses those mines, that means more money."
For us I mean.
He smirked as his left eye area was slightly covered by shadoe.
"That also means that this town would develop."
"More money means better infracture." Jorel cupped his hand and tapped his other hand on it like explaining something to a child whike Dorl nodded his head.
"The quality of life would improve for everyone---+Including you and your daughter" Jorel trief to paint a picture with an empty canvas that is the air and with no brush except his hands.
"...." Dorl's eyes squinted as he stroked his beard.
"Hmm…"
Even if you think of it just like a second…
It's entirely beneficial to them.
Jorel blew his right hand under his face lightly.
"But..What about jobs?" Dorl asked, his voice sounded more collected.
"That's your own personal problem." Jorel pointed his finger at him, so close it was at the middle of Dorl's eyes and nose but above the skin.
"You can't expect us to fix every one of your problems."
Damn that's the thing with peasants…Show them a little help and they'll want you to completely fix everything.
Dorl's head bent down, one arm on the edge of the chair he's sat on and the other on his lap as he nodded some more.
"Since its for the betterment of Slov…"
"And based on what you said…You're father doesn't seem to have any harm towards us."
Dorl let out a big burst of air from his nose, his chest decreased as the air came out.
For the betterment of Slov...I guess.
A lone sweat crawls downward to the side on Jorel's cheek. He quickly bowed down as he looked at his feet.
Yes… Yes at long last!
Jorel's hand fidgeted as his eyes seemed to pop.
"TINA!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
SCREEECH!
It tore through Jorel's ears making him slightly recoil.
"BRING THE SEAL!"
Argh! ----my ears again!
Metal clanked and tiny footsteps echoed through those thin walls.
"Yes daddyyy." She shouted as well
Are they normally like this?
Jorel stuck his fingers in his ears.
In Tina's hand, a tiny rectangular metal box with a stamp on it, liquid violently sloshed inside proportional to her steps.
"Here it iss!" She stretched the box forward.
Dorl collected it and put it on his lap beside the paper.
"Huh… it's still warm----still a liquid inside, huh." He gently shook the box.
He opened it as a crimson liquid almost that was mistakable for blood became more visible as the stamp swam in the liquid with Dorl's hand steering it.
He removed it while the liquid dripped from the stamp and onto the floor and even some parts of his lap, he pressed the seal firmly on the bottom of the paper, then raised the stamp as the seal, Slov's insignia became more apparent----A symbol of a horse with a pickaxe and shovel forming a cross.
It quickly dried close to the inked symbol of Jorel's clan—The twin snakes with their backs facing each other forming a circle in between.
Dorl sat the paper on his lap for a minute, Tina just zoned out at Jorel as she quickly then looked at the paper.
"A snake! Aren't snakes bad?" She pointed towards Jorel's symbol.
"..." Dorl was just quiet not even batting an eyelid at her.
---The end of chapter 15---