When Ika was lost in thought, his friend Pino patted him on the shoulder excitedly and said while chewing on his brown bread and casting a proud glance at the man behind him, "Ika, I’ve got to go to work now. Mr. Daun seems to be looking for you, you better go over quick."
Pina wasn't really a craftsman; he merely had some experience in building wooden houses, and so he was assigned to take care of stone transportation work, which was quite simple.
"Okay!” Ika collected himself and patted Pino back on his shoulder before heading toward Daun who was a distance away.
"Are you Ika?" Daun looked the slightly skinny middle-aged man over from head to toe.
"Yes, sir, I am," Ika replied with a slightly stiff nod. He knew that the man before him was one of the governor's butlers, which was a
