After putting down his phone, Ian was about to wash his face when he heard another voice downstairs calling for Susan.

"Hey, Small Fry," the man asked upon seeing Ian emerging from his room, "have you seen Ms. Jadeson?"

"No"

Looking as proud as ever, Ian's already foul mood worsened when he heard yet another request for Susan, prompting him to give a retort that was as cold and stiff as his stance.

Why does everybody only want her help? What about the rest of us volunteers? We might as well go home!

"Oh man, who's going to help me count for the sale of my wares if she's not here?" the middle-aged man wailed. *l'm selling all my lumber today, Small Fry! Say, are you as good as Ms. Jadeson? Why don't you come with me instead?"

"Me?" Ian wondered if his ears deceived him.

Before he could give a definite answer, the panic-stricken villager was already bounding up the stairs toward him.

"Yes, yes, you will do just fine," the man said impatiently as he tugged on Ian's arm. "Hurry up and come with me please; the driver is about to leave. What if I get scammed without an accountant present?"

Ian instinctively took a few steps back.

As was the culture within the village, every important sale necessitated an educated opinion wherever possible.

Even the sale of timber required the careful calculation of its mass to ensure equity for both parties.

In the end, Ian decided to consider it a favor to Susan by obliging the villager.

soon as he arrived at one of the drying

his natural good looks, he had an aura of nobility emanating from his

are we evaluating

to notice the stupefied glances, Ian turned

was a farmer, immediately pointed to a pile of peeled fir trees on the ground. "All of that,” he said. "The

That's it?

took the

arrived soon

inexperienced teenager, he took out a measuring tape and conducted his usual routine while mumbling the

Is that all?" Ian stopped the pair of burly men

buyer glared at

What else are

asked as he cast a glance at the sizable mass of branches while opting to

two-thirds of the actual

wily

you how to

"Enlighten me."

branches are useless to us," the buyer retorted. "Why

were glancing at each other in dismay. After witnessing the newcomer's anger, he began to panic at the

just-" the

latter's arrogance. "Then they'll saw off what you didn't pay for, and you can keep the

and the villagers were

to saw off the branches is unprecedented! Will the

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