Chapter 159

“You can each bring ten of your belongings. There is no need to buy a new one.”

As expected, I was right.

It would be fun enough to make and sell food by ourselves, but it was a bit difficult because of our age.

However, unlike me, it seems that the other children were not aware of it.

There was a buzzing sound.

“Anything I have?”

“Does anything matter?”

In response to Maya’s bold question, the teacher explained it with ease.

“Of course not. First of all, no items that are too small or too large. It should be large enough to hold in one hand.”

“Aha!”

“Also, do not bring any dangerous and fragile items such as knives or glass.”

At the teacher’s words, Cedric’s expression, which had been quite excited, suddenly hardened.

‘Um, no way Cedric. Were you trying to bring a decorative dagger?’

It seems to be so.

I saw him muttering to himself in a small voice, ‘Oh, then what should I bring!’

And belatedly, the teacher gave additional instructions.

“Of course, you are not allowed to bring anything you love. It’s a play, but it’s a market experience. Items sold cannot be returned.”

Of course it is. In the first place, I had no intention of bringing things such as necklaces that I really like or gifts from loved ones.

‘Um, then what should I bring?’

I was in trouble.

There are quite a few things that come to mind right away, not one or two, but ten.

There were more than expected.

I didn’t want to bring anything that was too shabby or ugly.

Of course, it was impossible to bring expensive and precious things such as house documents or golden statues.

‘…… I’ll have to look it up when I get home later.’

That afternoon, back to the Marquis’ residence.

I was looking all over the house the whole time.

From the bookshelves and drawers in my room, under the table to the decorations in the hallway.

Did I look pretty weird like that?

The maids passing by me, who were busy, said to me, ‘Miss, do you have any lost items? Shall we find it for you?’.

“No, it’s okay! I will find it.”

Of course, I turned down all the favors from the maids.

It seemed meaningful to me to find it with my own hands.

‘Isn’t it better to go into the warehouse and look through the drawers and bookshelves?’

At that time, with a sudden thought, I borrowed the warehouse key from the butler and entered the warehouse.

I could feel the maid following me, holding the lamp, tilting her  head, saying, ‘What’s wrong with the warehouse?’

“Cough, cough! Dust…….”

I went to the deep corner of the warehouse that had been untouched for a long time, looking for items for market play.

“This is good!”

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before I was able to find just the right things.

‘Oh. First of all, I have to get permission from Mom and Dad.’

I ran to my dad’s office, covered in dust.

Fortunately, my parents saw what I was carrying and allowed me to take it with me.

* * *

And the very next morning, kindergarten.

The bags of the other children, including myself, were larger than usual.

We could tell from the outside that there was a lot of something inside.

We promised yesterday that we would keep a secret what we brought until class started.

So we kept our mouths shut while showing curiosity to each other.

And finally the class started.

As if waiting, everyone took things out of their bags and put them on the desks.

Unlike usual sitting in a circle, today simple desks were brought out and 7 people sat separately from each other.

Of course, it was for a market play.

We formed teams of 3 or 4 people and decided to alternate between the ‘buying team’ and the ‘sales team’.

The team decided to draw, and I joined the sales team along with Nicholas and Alice.

“Now, let’s proceed with the market play!”

At the same time as the teacher’s shout, the children of the buying team rushed to us.

They all held pockets of model money in one hand.

By the way, the model money that the teacher gave out was all equal to 50 silver coins.

Products could be priced from a minimum of 1 silver to a maximum of 50.

Pricing was at the seller’s disposal.

‘Ugh. But if it’s too expensive, I’m sure they won’t buy it, right?’

So I set a reasonable price according to the laws of the market.

About 5 silver coins per item.

Oh, by the way, the thing I was selling was none other than writing instruments.

To be precise, fountain pens, quills, and inks?

Yesterday, while searching through the warehouse, I found an old wooden box that was going to fall apart.

Unlike the outside of the old box, there were a lot of writing instruments in like-new condition!

‘Ja, jackpot!’